Chapter 6 - His Little Secret (1)

MIKHAIL

The bunker's door swung open, and my men stepped aside, their hands returning to the guns attached to their belts. I groaned softly, making my way inside the bunker.

My left hand pressed against the surface, the cold seeping through my palm as I swept my gaze over the dusty space. I wrinkled my nose at the dust and frowned.

“This place is unhealthy for a human to breathe in,” I muttered, searching for Calista, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Where's she?

I stepped fully inside, and my feet came to a stop. “Calista,” I called softly.

This wasn't the time for hide-and-seek.

At that moment, I felt a sharp breeze brush harshly behind my neck, and I dashed forward, away from my original spot.

“Ahhhhh!” Calista's loud roar blasted in my ears, and I turned sharply toward the sound. She was running toward me with a pan held high above her head, madness burning in her eyes.

My eyes accidentally fell on her feet, and I saw bruises on her nails and traces of blood behind her. An unpleasant frown settled on my face as I watched her close the distance between us.

“W-wait… Mikhail?” she gasped, her eyes wide with shock. Her hands redirected her target, but the impact from running couldn't be stopped, and she crashed into me.

I felt a strong poke where I had been struck, and from the corner of my eye, I saw we were about to hit an iron shelf. Without thinking, I pulled her into me and used my body as a shield.

“Boss!”

A thunderous crash blasted through my ears, followed by a ringing sound. My eyes slowly opened to see my men rushing toward me, blurring somewhat. My gaze fell on Calista, and I saw she was unconscious.

“Take her,” I grunted, urging them to lift her. Someone bent down and carried her in a bridal style.

Dimitri bent down beside me and extended his hand, but I brushed it off. “I can get up myself. Have you been able to find out who they are?”

He sighed softly, getting up. “No sir.”

I clicked my tongue annoyingly and got up clapping the dust off my palms. At the same time, a honk sounded from outside and I turned my head in that direction, then back to Dimitri.

His phone rang and he pocketed his hand inside his pocket before taking out his phone. His thumb swiped on the screen before placing the phone to his ear.

“Understood, take him to his room.” He removed the phone from his ear, then looked at me. “He's here.”

I nodded before looking at Calista. “She should be treated first. Where's Eleanor?”

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CALISTA's POV

“Ugh, my head.”

I slowly sat upright on the bed, my feet touching the floor as I held my head.

“What the fuck happened?” I hissed sharply, my hands moving to cover my face as a groan escaped my lips. “Wait… Mikhail.”

My eyes widened slightly as it struck me. I had mistaken Mikhail for an intruder and struck him with the pan.

“Ugh!!! Calista!” My hands gripped my hair tightly. At that moment, my nose sniffed the scent in the room and I slowly let go of my hair sweeping my gaze around the room.

“This… isn't my room.”

I slowly got off the bed and looked around. I caught sight of a portrait peeking out from beneath the maroon silk covering it. Without thinking twice, I walked toward it, grabbed the silk, and pulled it off.

“Holy…” My mouth fell open as my eyes stared at the portrait before me.

What the fuck?

“She should be awake by now.” Voices sounded outside and I flinched, startled by it. Shit shit shit!

I quickly spread the silk and threw it over the portrait, trying to make it as I had seen it before, but time wasn't on my side. The door pushed open and footsteps walked inside the room.

I spun around quickly to see who it was.

Mikhail's eyes moved from the tall man before him, to the portrait behind me.

And I swear to whichever being was listening that I saw something evil in his eyes.

His gaze slid from the space beside me and locked onto mine. I blinked rapidly, swallowing against the sudden dryness in my throat.

“You’re awake.” The tall man smiled warmly as he walked toward me.

My hands gripped the edge of the furniture beside me, my eyes never leaving Mikhail.

He had a look that said if this doctor weren’t in the room, I would have been pinned against the portrait.

“Looks like you have a fever.” The man’s voice snapped me back to reality, and that was when I noticed the hand pressed to my forehead. “I’ll prescribe some medicine for that.”

No, doctor. That’s the reaction the devil behind you caused.

“I’m fine.” My voice came out in a whimper, and I was taken aback by it.

The doctor sighed softly at my response before writing something on the notebook in his notebook.

“That's all. I'll send the things to you, Mikhail.” The man said, turning to Mikhail. I frowned at the friendly tone he used.

Are they close?

Mikhail simply nodded and didn't speak. The doctor turned to me one last time before leaving the room.

I quickly went after him hoping to leave this place, but before I could get through the door, a strong hand grabbed mine and pulled me back.

My eyes shut as I knew I was royally fucked!

I stumbled backwards.

Mikhail towered over me, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He pulled my hand upwards and I gasped when he pressed his face on it.

“I warned you, Cal.” His hoarse voice washed over me, and I flinched when he suddenly bent down, his face an inch away from mine. “There are bad things with consequences we won’t be able to handle.”

“And you’ve just done one of them.”