CHAPTER EIGHT

  TATYANA 

I woke up this morning, freshened up and discovered that Nikolai had already left for work. Last night was the most beautiful night in my life. 

   The way Nikolai went down on me and fucked me soft and hard at the same time till I was out of breath was exhilarating. Thinking about it now made me horny again.

  Although the sex is the first and probably the best i will ever have because I ruined it by asking that question. My life was hanging on a thread and my existence was dictated by my husband so I do not regret it.

   Last night, he stared at me like he had seen a ghost, stuttering a “What?”

   “I asked when you were going to kill me?”

     “Honestly, I have not been able to bring myself to do it”

   “So it's going to happen someday?” I had asked,

 When he didn't say anything, I had asked him to leave.

     “Grrr!” my phone rang interrupting my thoughts,

     “Hello, do you have results?”

    “Yes ma’am, I do. I just sent it to your email”

    “Okay thank you, I'd send you your balance”.

    I quickly ate my breakfast and dashed upstairs. Picking up my laptop, I checked the email he sent and I saw pictures of a warehouse filled with people, kids and adult women alike which made me understand the bank statements and transactions I had tracked a few days earlier.

     They were siphoning funds from the company to finance their trafficking business. I just realised the company was Nikolai’s. The one who hired me was my husband.

   I had no idea if he knew my identity but I sent the results to the email he provided.

   By the time I had finished working, it was already evening and I didn't even realise. Heading downstairs I heard the front door open, Nikolai was back.

    He was on the phone with someone, his forehead creased in frustration and his brows bent to one side. Oh they were stressing my man!. ‘Why did I even think that’?

    Our eyes met and it seemed he was just wrapping up his call, he strolled towards me and kissed me on the forehead like I was a child. 

    There were curious stares from the staff and I suddenly became too aware of everything that went down yesterday now I was in close proximity with him.

    “Can we talk?”

  Leading me to the library, the air suddenly became too stuffy and the lady between my legs was crying out for him. 

   “Uhmm I just wanted to let you know that although I've been tasked with killing you, I've not been able to bring myself to order your murder..”

   “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Won't you still kill me later?” My eyes were already stinging with tears I hadn't even realized.

    He held me close to himself, 

    “No I can't and won't kill you. I will protect you with everything I've got, remember you're mine.”

    I let my head rest on his chest,

   “I want to go see my parents tomorrow”

   “Okay I will tell Vanny to follow you.”

 The sun had already risen when I woke up and freshened up. Stepping out of my room,

     “This way ma'am” someone I assumed was Vanny called out.

   I had decided to not confront my parents about the information I had gotten. Today was just to check on them, my mum had called a few times to ask how I was doing but there were no calls from dad.

    The car came to a slow halt, alighting from it, I stared at the house I grew up in although it paled in comparison to my husband's house it was still very large.

    I remembered my childhood within these walls, growing up as an only child had been very lonely.

    “Tatyana” 

Looking up I saw her, ever so dazzling and majestic, I ran up to her, 

    “Mom!!”

I squeezed her tight, “Mum I've missed you so much”

    “I've missed you too my darling, how are you doing and how is your husband doing?”

    “I'm fine mum and he's fine too”

By the time she had told me about her endless charity galas and women tea parties and her friends children who had not gotten married and those who envied my marriage the day had already gotten dark. I had to go back. 

    “Welcome back ma,” Vanny said as I got into the car.

  I don't know why he was twitching alot, his fingers kept curling on the steering wheel and I work with private investigators so I know when something is amiss. 

    

    I tried to ignore it when the car suddenly came to a halt.

     “What's going on Vanny?”

      “Uhmm I.. I want to pee”

A faint beep caught my attention.

   ‘What was that?’

Before I could make sense of it, a deafening explosion ripped through the air.”

   Everywhere was foggy, my ears were ringing, I could not move and part of the car was still on fire,

     “Help!, help!! Vanny!!!”

I screamed as loud as my voice could carry me, I felt someone touch me and screamed,

     “She has a pulse!”

…………

I caught the faint smell of medication and antiseptic before I opened my eyes to the clean hospital room. The drip over me was connected to my arm, I could not move. My head was throbbing in pain. There were bandages on my legs and arms. The door opened slightly and a nurse came in.

    “Oh you're awake?”

   I tried to answer her but could not, my mouth was opened but my voice refused to come out. 

     “It's okay do not force it, it will come back on its own. In the meantime let me call the doctor, alright?”

   I nodded. When I opened my eyes again, there were alot of white coats around discussing among themselves. When they noticed I was awake,

     “Ma'am can you hear me?”

  I tried to speak again and when nothing came out I simply nodded.

     “You were in an accident and…”

I raised my hand slightly interrupting them, gesturing for a pen and paper and I asked them,

     “Where is my husband?”