Ravil
“No disrespect, but what in the f**k are you doing?” Dima says.
I c***k my lids against the afternoon sun to see Dima standing over me, Nikolai beside him. Both of them have their arms crossed over their chests. Twin demons waking me from a drunken stupor.
I’m on the rooftop, getting sunburnt by the pool and drinking enough Beluga Noble vodka to permanently pickle my liver. I’ve been here since last night, I think. I might have slept here.
I lift a sloppy finger and point. “Watch how you speak to me,” I slur. My lids close again to block out the glare.
“Lucy is getting an ultrasound today. And she invited you to come,” Dima intones pointedly.
I c***k a lid. “How do you know that?”
“I’m still monitoring all her devices. She texted you last night.”
“And you didn’t bother to ans
