Claimed

Chapter 4

CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.

One a.m.

Blue eyes stare at me with fury robbing her pretty features.

One fifteen a.m.

Her nipples poke out at me taunting me to touch them.

One sixteen a.m.

Her sexy lips part and she utters something that disgusts me for the first time in my shitty life, ‘Should I bend over so you can get it over with?’

One seventeen a.m.

My phone rings, the sound loud enough to break the fake slumber I’ve been trying to catch for four damn hours.

Maximo’s name hogs my screen and I release a sigh knowing full well I’m not going to sleep tonight.

“We’ve got a problem”, he starts, I act daft.

“You don’t say.”

“That little brawl from earlier, wasn’t so little as I thought. Dante raided the place and you know Nico.”

Of course, I knew freaking Nico.

He was the loose cannon looking for fights, the twenty-year-old who was trigger-happy.

And if Dante Keaton raided my bar, Nico might have lost his shit alright. Said something he shouldn’t have, started said brawl.

“Tell me they killed the kid”

That will be one less responsibility on my shoulders.

Maximo releases a pained chuckle, “Not exactly, he’s still breathing…for now. We are headed your way right now.”

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They are headed to my house. Headed for a little treatment from our new doctor.

I saunter outside my room wishing I had booze to give me some liquid courage when I talk to the woman sleeping in the room across mine.

My feet stop inches outside her room as I stare at the mahogany separating me and Alexia Green.

Should I knock? It’s my house!

Should I apologize? Apologize for what exactly?

I knock.

A little light tap for her to hear and her baby not to wake up.

I hear shuffling from the other side before she opens the door. Her blue eyes glint in the night, her blonde hair is a tangled mess and as for her outfit?

She’s wearing my shirt and I’m forced to look at her face rather than her thighs.

She’s nothing special. I remind myself.

She’s a complication.

“We have a problem. One that needs your skills”, I whisper.

It takes a minute for her to put two in two together before she hits me back with another whisper, “Okay”

“Follow me”

Alexia works like an oiled machine the minute I show her the room with all the medical supplies she might need.

I lean against the door, watching her sort through syringes, cabinets and a bunch of pills.

“Everything’s here. I’m bottomuming you had another nurse or doctor before you took me?”

Yes. The one who failed to save my sister from death.

“Doctor”, I correct.

“And where is this doctor by any chance?”

“Dead.”

Her cheeks pale, her eyes going an inch wider and I can tell everything running in her little head.

That’s right, I’m no hero. I didn’t take you and your child because I wanted to. I took you for revenge.

I want to tell her all that but instead I look her in the eye and said, “I killed him”

She drops a syringe on the tiled floor with a gasp as the sound of my doorbell rings aloud.

“Stay here. I’ll bring them to you”, I say disappearing down the hallway where I find Juana ushering two of my guys with Maximo holding onto a bleeding Nico.

Nico is mumbling something incoherent as Maximo tries to keep him walking.

Juana is in her nightgown gazing at me with that frown she slammed me with when bleeding men or my enemies showed up at my doorstep.

A look of disapproval for the life I was living and I didn’t care, never really cared for the life I led on.

“He’s lost a lot of blood, man”, Maximo starts.

“At this rate we might as well as say he’s a goner.”

“Who is…gone? Who’s…”, Nico is still talking when I tell Jagger and Jett to help Maximo out and bring Nico to the medical bay.

Ten minutes later, we are looking at an unconscious Nico with Alexis working her little hands as fast as she can to stitch him up.

“She’s really good at this than the last doc, isn’t she?” Jagger licks his lips and there’s no missing the lust in his eyes as he says that statement.

“Nico is so freaking lucky”, Jett adds.

My anger is simmering hot but I lock it in.

If they want her, so what? She might be my prisoner but I’m not restricting whoever she wants to freak.

“Hey you two, give the doc some room and wait outside.”

“But Maximo we are not even doing anything wro-“

“Out, Jett or should I tell the boss himself what you and Jagger did tonight?”

Jagger and Jett are out before Maximo can add another word.

I turn to Maximo, my eyes still on Alexia’s hands that are glued on Nico’s torso while she stitches his wound.

“What did they do?”

“I’ll fill you in later. Let’s see if the kid makes it for the night first.”

My men weren’t exactly military-trained but they were honed and trained with skills that ensured survival for them.

Nico might have had a knife graze wound but I’m very sure he put up a good fight before going down.

It’s only when Alexia is done does Nico wake up from his slumber, screaming like a lunatic into the night.

Before Maximo can move to shut him up, Alexia’s already calming him down.

“Hey Nico. It’s Nico, right?” she asks with a smile. A smile I haven’t seen since I took her from her shitty apartment.

“What? W-what happened? Who the freak are you?”

“I’m Alexia Green. My friends call me Lexy. Not trying to scare you or anything but you got stabbed and I patched you real nice but that doesn’t mean this wound won’t open up if you don’t take it easy.”

“Lexy?” The freaker smiles while he samples her name like it’s the best fruit he has ever tasted.

I’m about to lose my cool for the second time in the night when another piercing shriek splices the air and Millie’s cries echo into the room.

Alexia stands up, her calm demeanor gone and instead worry takes over her features.

“Is that a baby, boss?” Nico asks me.

My eyes are on Alexia as I say, “Take care of Nico, I’ll take care of your baby.”

I don’t fail to miss the fear lodged in her eyes when I say ‘take care’ and ‘baby’ in the same statement or when I turn around and head straight for her room.

I find Millie crying her out in her little crib.

She’s wrapped in the same blanket from a few days ago and I feel like a dick for not buying them any new clothes or new baby stuff.

Careful not to hurt her in any way, my hands wrap around the baby picking her up from her crib effortlessly.

She cries for another five seconds as I pace the room with her.

“Hungry?”

She cries. I take that as a no.

“You miss your mom?”

She cries.

“Come on, Millie. What’s wrong? Did Nico upset you?”

She stops crying, her small eyes gazing at me like I’m a mystery she can’t quite figure out.

“If Nico is the problem, we’ll eliminate him then, won’t we? You like that? I like that too because Nico is irresponsible and a pain in the…head.”

I’m about to talk to this baby who can’t understand me at all when her mother stands in the doorway.

“Don’t talk about eliminating someone to my baby”, she barks.

Her angry feet storm towards me and when she stops in front of me, she puts her hands out asking for her child back.

“Your shirt’s covered with Nico’s blood”, I point out the obvious, she stares at her shirt uttering a quiet ‘shit’.

“I don’t have any other clothes except this shirt and the dress you tore off my body”

I’m an bottom.

“My room’s straight across yours, you can take any shirt from my closet while I arrange for new clothes for both of you tomorrow.”

Defiance leaks from her and turns into a hurricane.

“I’m not wearing any of your shirts.”

“But you want to touch your baby while you are covered in someone’s blood? As a nurse, tell me is that hygienic?”

“Ugh fine. Don’t go with Millie anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

Millie gradually sleeps in my arms and I watch in amazement as her pudgy cheeks fill up with air every time she snores.

Alexia comes back ten minutes later with a dark shirt that’s shorter than the one before.

I take a peek at those thighs again and I kiss Millie goodnight, handing her to her mother and retreating to my room knowing very well I’ll sleep with a very hard boner because of ‘Lexy’.