Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) by T.l Smith Page A

while he was on the ground, then inserted the bullet that I pulled from you.” He shrugs his shoulders again and turns to walk out the door. Viktor even looks shocked.
    “At least he’s loyal,” Freya says, smiling at the door he just exited.
    “When can I leave this bed,” I say pulling the IV away from my arm.
    Freya walks over and pushes me back down. “When I say so.” The authority holds in her voice, and it stuns me at first so I lay back down.
    I hope it’s not long till I find her! I won’t stop looking for Elina, not until I have her again.

 
    Chapter 19
    Kazier
    For one whole month I was stuck in that bed, only being able to do light duties. By the following month I was out again, hunting, and having no luck with no leads what-so-ever. I searched anywhere and just about everywhere.
    The men became sick of it, but I will find her, I know I will. She can’t hide forever, it’s impossible.
    Freya walks into my apartment, dressed up. I stand there with my mouth open. She has a short dress on, heels, and her hair is curled. I whistle at her, and she walks over and punches me in the arm. I pull her to me and cuddle her. Freya has become one of my best friends. Someone who forces themselves onto you because they actually care. She’s visited most days, cooked for me, which I kindly asked her to never do again as I almost died from that, and kept me company when thoughts of Elina would haunt me.
    “The car is ready,” she says reaching for her bag from the table. She wants to go out, a first for her. She never was allowed to go out to public places before. So for her birthday we plan to show her a good night. I follow her down the stairs, the boys are waiting at the end of the balustrade. Outside, standing in front of the car is Death with a sour look on his face, obviously not impressed he has to go out. Maybe he needs some pussy.
    Freya’s leg bounces for almost the whole car ride. Excitement fills her, plus there’s a bottle of vodka between her legs. When we stop, I shake my head, it’s the last place I expected for us go—Stephon’s club. The first place I ever saw Elina.
    “It’s the safest place to take her,” Anton says as we exit the car. I want to tell him, apart from the fact that I’m not welcome in here anymore, except I don’t push it. I know I could force Stephon to do what I wanted if I really had to. After all, he is my family, and his mother is under my protection.
    We all walk straight to a private booth, bottles of vodka already stocked and ready for consumption when we sit. Freya takes a seat in the middle, all the boys surround her. I sometimes wonder if she has any female friends, she always seems to be with us now. All she has here as far as I know was her cousins, and now they’re gone.
    “You have to drink, too,” Freya says handing a glass around to each of us. We all take one and have a drink, feeling the need to interact with her so as to not make it the worst birthday she’s ever had.
    As she starts to pour another round, Viktor stands to block the way of someone. Freya notices and pulls him back down, her arms wrap around a woman who looks to be her age, but slightly bigger than her small frame. She pulls back from her and turns to us. The girl has long sandy colored hair which is down and covers a lot of her face. Her hand skirts up and that’s when I notice a scar on her cheek like she was cut deep, very deep. She smiles at us and not once does she cower. Her eyes land on Death last, and they brighten. She offers her hand to each of us, introducing herself as Angelina. Death looks to it then looks the other way, ignoring her completely. But when she sits down, he looks back at her when no one is watching. She must intrigue him, which is weird, because she seems bubbly and happy, which is the complete opposite of him.
    “He’s on his way,” Anton says leaning over to me. Just as I look up Stephon is standing in front of us, a bodyguard on either side of him.