Page 78 of Merciless Union
I smirk, crossing my arms. “Just had to make sure.” I pat his leg. “You did good out there, Nik. Once you’re fully healed, you can join me for any future fights we might get into.”
“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He goes silent for a moment. “Who else came by to see me? Only my parents have stopped by to check in on me and now you.”
“You’re wondering if anyone else came when you were in surgery?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Well, George was with me when we brought you to the hospital. He stayed until he knew you were better.”
“A good man, that George.”
“He is. Very.”
Nik smiles. “I’m sure you’re glad to have him as your father-in-law.”
“Of course,” Is say slowly.
“So… no one else?”
I smirk. “Why are you so interested?”
“Because I almost died! I want to know if anyone came by while I was unconscious, that’s all.”
“Elena did.”
Nik’s eyes widen a fraction. “She did?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” He nods, looking away from me.
“I’m not even going to ask why you were wondering if my sister came by.” I lower my voice. “She seemed… concerned. Once she knew you survived surgery, she left. Clearly, she hasn’t come by since then.”
“Not that I would expect her to,” Nik blurts out quickly.
“Good. Because I know my sister. She doesn’t care about anyone other than herself.”
“I think you’re too harsh on her.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, I’m still your boss. Don’t give me advice on how to treat my sister.”
He nods. “Sorry.”
I don’t ask anymore questions. Frankly, I don’t want to know if Nik has feelings for my sister or if she has feelings for him. I doubt it though – Elena is known as an ice princess for a reason. She never lets anyone close to her. Besides, every time she’s been around Nik, she gets more and more irritated with his presence.
If Nik does have feelings for her, he’ll only be disappointed.
I stay a little while longer before heading back home. On the drive, I get a call from Alexei.
“What?” I snap, answering.
“Jeez, you don’t even know why I’m calling,” he mutters.
I grip the steering wheel tight. “Then hurry up and tell me.”
“I’m, uh, in some trouble.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “When are you not in trouble?” He doesn’t reply. “What is it this time? Stole another painting? Punched a cop? Tell me.”
