A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 31

Did he just give her a . . . nickname???

Why would he suddenly call her that?

Deciding to overlook that, she closed her eyes.

The blizzard got heavier, and as he walked in the snow, the wind made his dark hair scatter more on his face, and snowflakes hung decoratively on it, same with Sophia's hair.

She seriously needs to get a haircut again because it's starting to grow longer than a male hair should be.

Dimitri quickened his steps, and luckily for her, there's no single mobster in the compound because of the blizzard.

They met no one till he arrived at the clinic. Unluckily for her, the clinic was closed.

The blizzard obviously made the nurses clock out.

Sophia couldn't even talk or contribute anything. Her eyes are already open, but everything is a blur.

Speaking is like a task right now because her mouth feels too heavy to open.

It's not a joke; she's actually really dying.

Dimitri took a quick look at her face in his arms, and she weakly closed her eyes back.

Her life is in his hands right now.

He kicked the front door of the clinic, and the glass door broke, creating a small space.

He went ahead and kicked it again, breaking the glass more, so the space became bigger.

He squeezed the two of them inside the space, and he carried her to the first ward he saw.

He dropped her on the bed, face down, then he walked out, leaving her all alone.

He came back shortly with two stones which he threw at the two cameras in that ward.

The cameras broke, then he removed the leather coat from Sophia's body, revealing her wound again.

It had spread more, and she was moaning painfully with closed lids.

He left the ward again for the storeroom where he got the antidote and painkillers.

He came back in no time and injected the two into each of her wrists with a three-minute time difference, then he sat beside her, and his hand went to the spot where she tied her chest bandage.

He started untying it, but then she spoke up.

"No. Don't remove it . . .

"I've seen your breasts two times, and they weren't special," he cut her off frostily, and she bit the inside of her mouth …

Leo?

Are they back to Leo now?

Didn't he call her Sophy earlier? And why is she even bothered by it?

"I'm just thinking about what if someone comes in?" she spoke.

"No one is coming in," he replied with so much confidence that it calmed her, and she finally relaxed her body, allowing him to untie the bandage.

The now-red bandage came off, freeing her boobs though the two are pressing on the bed since she's down on her face.

Dimitri got a lighter from his pocket and set the red bandage on fire, then he sat on a chair not far from her bed, watching the bandage burn without casting another glance her way.

Sophia's eyes opened to see him.

The way he's staring at the burning bandage is like it's the cause of all of his problems. Disgust is evident in his dark eyes.

Maybe he's seeing the bandage as her right now. Who knows?

He leaned back on the chair, moving his hips upward to adjust the way he was sitting, then their eyes met.

Immediately the eye contact happened, he broke it and got a cigar stick from his pocket.

He left the chair and went closer to the burning bandage, lightening the cigar on the fire before sitting back.

He began smoking, his elbows resting on his knees, propping up his massive body.

Why is that so . . . Hot?

Nah. She shook that thought off.

She was about to talk about the scribblings she saw on the basement walls, but he talked faster . . .

"Who's Adrian?"

It's unexpected, but at the same time, she mentioned Adrian on the phone when she told him to come save her.

She cleared her throat before speaking. "My ex-boyfriend, and he ki . . .

"I didn't ask for history. Is he your ex? Cool," he cut her off, taking another puff from his cigar.

Smoke poured out of his mouth hotly.

"Are you still mad at me?" she asked.

"I have too many things to be mad at, and you're the least on that list. I don't give a s**t about you," he replied, his eyes wandering around the ward.

"Then why have you been cutting off my words?" She replied, hoping she didn't sound desperate.

"Do I have to put you on anesthetics before you get some sleep? Stop speaking and shut those eyes, Sophy," he replied, and she almost talked again.

Sophy?

Didn't he switch to Leo just now?

Well, he's obviously not normal, so she's just gonna get used to it.

She shut her eyes, allowing darkness to envelop her while trusting him to protect her.

This will be the second time she'll be sleeping off on his watch. Hope this doesn't become a habit.

She dozed off within three minutes, and Dimitri dropped the cigar stunt he's holding, marching on it with his shoe before standing.

He walked over to her and checked her wound state.

It's healing fast, thanks to the antidote.

He covered her with the quilt and got his phone to reply to the email sent by Viktor earlier.

• “Sure, will send him to Roman's team once he gets better.”

He sat back afterward, his dark mind drifting to Mila.

What should he do to that one?