His Dangerous Desire (Bad Boy Bratva Book 4) by Gia Bailey

Author:Gia Bailey [Bailey, Gia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Dani

Ok, so the first few days after Karim left my parent’s house were rough. I can’t say exactly what kind of spell he put me under, but I thought of him constantly. His dark humor, and self-depreciation, his pain and guilt, only offset by that sudden, and startling sight of his real smile, buried under layers of trauma. I was a mess, and it was totally unlike me. I felt guilty I had sent him away. I should have tried harder to make him change his mind. I felt relieved that he had gone, and I wouldn’t fall anymore into an obsession with a man hell-bent on dying. I tensed whenever a dark-haired man was brought into the ER and worried that someday, it might be him, having finally accomplished his goal of revenge at any cost.

I cried a lot and moped around. I never moped about. I was the busy one, the one who never had time to think too much about others, outside my job and family, but Karim had somehow wriggled right under my defenses and now lived in my head, rent-free, and tormented me.

It must be because I knew his secrets. Max would probably kill me to know I had met his brother, who he thought was dead and hadn’t told him. I could only hope that wasn’t going to be a literal killing. I flip-flopped between thinking I should just call Pru and tell her everything at one moment, and then, respecting Karim’s clearly lucid decisions.

I went to my shifts at the hospital, and I went home. I shopped and microwaved dinners before collapsing exhaustedly into bed at night. I tried my best to drive thoughts of Karim and his well-being from my head. If I wasn’t worried about his wound and safety, I was worried about his revenge plan. I was a mess, and on Friday night, just before a rare weekend off, I gave up trying to fight it.

I let my co-workers pull me into dinner and drinks, and chased after the oblivion of socialising to give my heart some relief.

“Just take a taxi,”

“I live right around the corner,” I insisted later, as my colleagues piled into a taxi sitting at the curb.

“Still, it’s late.”

“It’s fine, I’m not drunk,” I told them. They, on the other hand, were most definitely drunk. They waved and got inside, and the black London cab pulled away. I watched it go a moment. I envied their light-hearted laughter and silly tipsy giggles.

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