″Who took her?”
″Other man. When she got older. Took her to sell.”
Jesus,fuck me.My grip on the pregnancy stick tightens. “I’m so sorry, Yulia,” I say “When did this happen?”
″One year.”
″I’ll be back with some water, okay?”
″Okay.”
Callum and Sean are standing in the hallway when I leave the bedroom. “I don’t know what the fuck is happening here,” I run my hand through my hair, “but she needs some serious fucking help. More than I can give her with some drug store shit.”
Sean huffs, crossing his arms. “What? Is she hurt? I fucking knew it.”
I nod. “She has an infection from an old wound on her chest. She needs antibiotics.”
″Give me the name and I’ll get them,” Sean says.
″Doxycycline.”
″Write that down,” Callum says. His arm brushes against mine and I savor the closeness, even though I’m still irritated he’s brought me into this mess.
Turning to Sean, I say, “she’ll need prenatal vitamins too. I took her blood and I’ll figure out how to get it run at the hospital, but I’m not an OBGYN. She needs another examination. A proper one. If I had an ultrasound machine, I could probably try to get a heartbeat on the screen, but I haven’t a clue how to date and size a fetus.”
″Wait, she’s pregnant?” Callum asks.
I exhale, a few strands of my hair blowing away from my face. “Is she here against her will?” I ask and immediately both Sean and Callum shake their heads. I turn to Sean. “What’s going on, here? I don’t mind helping her because she needs it, but if you’re doing anything to her—”
″He isn’t,” Cal cuts me off.
I turn to glare at him, about to open my mouth to rip into both of them when Sean speaks.
″I’m keeping her safe,” he says.
″She needs a proper doctor for pregnancy. Get her to one. And if you feel like extending this saintly side of you, find the child they took from her.”
″Fuck.” Cal growls, slamming his hand against the wall. “One more fucking thing on my plate.” He turns to Sean. “Get information and get it now so we can clean this shit up before it bites us in the ass. God damned fucking Russians. And God damn you, Sean. For dragging me into this fucking shit.”
Callum tugs at my waist, indicating I should follow him as he heads down the hall toward the entrance to the penthouse.
I follow quickly, confused as fuck. “What?” I ask. “You mean you’re going to try to find her daughter?”
″Of course, I am, Doc. I’m not a fucking monster.”
″For a gangster, you have a soft heart.”
He stops, turning on his heel. It’s so abrupt that I run into his chest, unable to stop in time. “Sean will get you an ultrasound machine. Will you stay with her for the day?”
″I have errands still.”
″I need your help. I need you to get more information out of her. It’ll make this much easier. Whatever errands you need doing, Scotty can do.”
The plea in his eyes traps me. He’s too fucking beautiful when he’s silently begging me.
Finally, I sigh, nodding my head. “Fine. But you owe me.”
He smirks as he grabs my waist and tugs me into his chest. His lips brush my cheek. “I’ll spend all night making it up to you.”