Janis
It had been a week since me and Mikhail made up. I guess. He had been the doting boyfriend every day. He apparently had developed a love of reading because when he wasn’t working, he was at the library reading. God only knows what.
And every night he came to my apartment to eat dinner with me. And despite how terrible he was at cooking, he wanted to learn badly. So I’d teach him. Spanish food, Chinese, French. Everything I learned growing up with no one to take care of me. Cooking for Charlie and his goons.
The past few nights he had been acting restless though. Pacing, knee bouncing. It was strange for him. Nothing bothered Mikhail.
Finally he let it out.
“I need to know what you want to do with Charlie sweetheart. He’s barely hanging on. Do you want to be the one to do it
