The Agent’s Badboy

He thought that he would be relieved when he had her back in his arms, but he was feeling rage instead. He knows he would strain the life out of the old man once he found Nestor.

Karla was not showing any emotion, she just stood there in front of him and let him strip her naked. Yegor put her clothes and the dirty blanket in the wastebasket.

At least he was glad that her clothes were still intact, and that she didn’t have any trauma when he took them off. Though he did see bruising on her stomach as if she was punched real hard. And the knowledge had just elevated his rage and made his blood boil, shimmering just above the surface.

Darko had offered to have her checked by their doctor, but Yegor was not letting anyone touch her. At least not until the next day. He had made sure that she didn’t have any life-threatening wound.

He joins her in the hot shower, stripped to his boxer shorts, and helps her clean her body.

He was a bit worried about her calmness, her eyes were showing nothing, while a smile was plastered on her face.

She was tugging her lip resting her very cold body to him while the hot water rinsed all the suds and shampoo from her hair. He was busy rinsing her body delicately when she tells him that Nestor injects her with liquid meth.

“I don’t know if the needle is clean, remind me to get checked…”

He groaned when she held out her hand and show him the marks.

“I will kill that bastard for you.”

“Oh, please do. And Yegor?”

“Yeah?” he was almost afraid to ask.

“I’m hungry, I haven’t eaten anything,” she was still high from the meth that she managed to steer through the pain, but the hunger was slowly making itself known.

“Come on you’re all clean, let’s get you dressed up. You wanna brush your teeth before your meal?” he asked while dressing her in his oversized t-shirt and her pajama pants. Then he quickly took off his wet shorts and put on his sweatpants.

“Yeah, I think you need to hold me. The drug is wearing off, I’m…”

He was quick to grab her again. And that was it, the lowest moment in his life. He kissed her and she wiped his tears that slipped from the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t believe that the strong woman in front of him was looking so fragile and pale and it was all because he didn’t break off his engagement and stupidly thought that the promise will wear off into thin air over time.

“I’m so sorry Kiska, I love you. I’m so sorry.” He hugged her carefully, not wanting to hurt her any further then kissed the top of her head softly.

“I love you too.”

Both were stiff, he definitely heard when she blurted out her words. Karla masked her awkwardness by taking a toothbrush and quickly filling her mouth so she would have time to think of an excuse for her words.

Yegor smiled at her, while carefully holding onto her body. They were out of his bathroom and into the warmth of his bedroom. She looked at the lush bed in front of her and couldn’t wait to rest her body to the comfort and the promise of a very goodnight’s sleep.

“Yegor, would you let me take care of her?” Margot asked after she knocks on his bedroom door. The older woman enters with her special hot chocolate milk, some soup, and more soft food. Darko had told her to prepare meals and hot drinks for Karla when they were still on their way back.

Yegor was still holding her in his arms when the older woman put the tray on the coffee table and she couldn’t help herself to hug and show her support.

“I’m so sorry…” She quickly remembered her place and backed away from the couple. Although Karla has always been friendly towards her, but she didn’t want to step on any boundaries.

“Oh, Margot… do I smell that bad? Yegor I thought you said I was… clean.” He grabbed her body and helped her to the sofa when her legs were not supporting her weight, and Karla winced when the pain in her ankle started to throb.

“Oh honey, you smell lovely. It’s… I’m the helper dear, I shouldn’t get carried away.” Margo kneels and looks at her feet, then she looked at Yegor and he nodded. He knows without her saying a word that Margot wanted whoever kidnapped Karla dead.

“You are no helper Margot. I never considered you as one.” She held out her arms and the older woman get up to her height and let Karla hug her back.

“Mm… the food can I?” Karla tried to hold out as long as she can when she saw the food. And Margot smiled at her while giving her a cup of hot ginger milk that warms her up real quick.

“Slowly,” he whispered from behind her.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Margot looked at the couple and continued cleaning her infected wounds silently. She bandaged her ankles and told her to drink the antibiotics and fever medication. She also informed them that a doctor will come tomorrow afternoon to check on her.

“And Yegor, please eat too… she’s here, you two need to get your health back.” Margot rubbed his shoulder just before she exits his room to let the couple rest.

Karla paused on her warm lasagna and looked at him. And that was when she realized that he looked a bit thinner and she could also see the bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days.

“Eat,” she picked up an empty plate and squinted her eyes.

He chuckled and took the plate from her and spooned the lasagna and some mashed potatoes.

Half an hour later they managed to clear more than half of the tray and she drinks down her bottled water to quench her thirst.

“You want to rest?”

“After this delicious meal? yes, I missed sleeping in a dry bed.” She smiled and took another bottle to put on her bedside table, Karla tried to get up but fail miserably.

“Come here…” he took her bottle and carry her in his arms.

“Tell me, how do you want me to kill him?” he asked as he puts her on his bed, her body was still a bit feverish when she rests her face on his chest. He took the thick comforter and let her snuggle in closer to his body.

“You know just what to say to swoon a woman don’t you?” she asked while breathing in his scent, Karla sighed when she realized just how much she misses him.

“Let me tell you a bedtime story of how a man was brutally tortured that he wished he had never been born.”

“I love you.” She looked at him and caresses his handsome face, the face that she had dreamed about every time she closes her eyes in that dreadful place.

“I know Kiska, I love you more.” He rubbed her back and kiss her lips softly.