Page 58 of Cookie: Part One
“Alik never… and if Misha dared, I gut him like fish,” she sneers at it.
“What? Why? Its’s so pretty!”
“Da… pretty cheap.”
“CHEAP?! THIS BRACELET,” I pause to look at the price tag. “IT’S VALUED AT THIRTY GRAND!”
“Ugh, I kill him! How dare he spend measly zhirty zhousand on my best friend who gave him honor to go betveen her legs? Vhat does he take you for, some cheap vhore?!” she grits out, and I rub my temples.
“Pyper, that’s a lot of damn money!”
“It’s pennies! Compared to his vhealth and your keety! Value yourself more!”
“Hold on, what? But my brother doesn’t even have that type of money!”
“Zhat’s different. If you date bus driver, bus drive buys you gifts vitin his bus driver salary. However, you date vealthy billionaire heir. He buys gift like mansion on private island… zhis cheap zhing,” she flips it over. “Is no asset! I spit on it!” she snaps.
“Wait, there are so many things wrong and right with that statement… but first, are you comparing my brother to a bus driver?” I ask and she purses her lips.
“Leetle bit… leetle money, big penis, so ze payoff is?—”
“EW! THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“Vhat? I only explain.”
“Well bitch, don’t!” I try to take the bracelet back, but she cocks a brow.
“Nyet, I go talk to him now!” She stomps off, and my heart sinks out of my ass.
“PYPER BERSHOV, YOU HAD BETTER FUCKING NOT!” I yell, but she’s already at the door, trotting off. I follow her in sheer panic all the way over to her room where she bangs on his door.
“FRIEND POLICE! OPEN ZE DOOR!” she shouts.Ugh! Got damn it, Pyper!
When he answers in his button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie loose, his hair that’s grown out and disheveled like he’s been running his fingers through it, my stomach does a tiny pirouette.Goddamn, he’s fine.
“Pyper, get ze fuck avay from my— Oh, Pechenye!” He shoves her out of the way, grabs me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses my neck. “I missed you.”
“Missed her my ass! Vhat is zhis?!” she chucks the bracelet at his chest and I whimper, not wanting to offend him.
“PYPER!” I shout, but she ignores me, glaring at him as she goes to pick up the bracelet that fell out of the box, but he looks it over with the same stank look as Pyper.
“Vhat do I have to do vit such cheap bracelet?” He twists his lips in disgust, and right away you can see they’re related.
“But… wait… hold on, you didn’t get this for me? Th-then maybe it w-was Alik?”
“Pechenye, you insult ze Bershov name… zhis is not somezhing you give person you care about. Zhis trash has no value. Zhis is not mansion on private island.” He looks at me as if I need to seek help.These motherfuckers…
“O-okay then maybe Nadya or Dimi?—”
“I’d never allow zhem to show you such disrespect,” he growls, and as much as I find that endearing, my heart sinks. At this point, based on the Bershov logic, this isn’t even something Grandpa Viktor would give as a trinket, so he’s out of the question too. So, that begs the question…
“Th-then who the fuck gave it to me?” I whisper and Misha pulls me protectively into his arms, growing pissed.
“Zhat’s vhat ze fuck I vant to know,” he grits and I swallow. “But I’ll find out and stomp zhem for stepping on my territory.”
Damn… this feels like it’s getting serious.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
