Love Through Pain

by August8Reader

Summary:

Nikolai is shot and in the hospital. Niko and Bran must handle this crisis with the help of family and friends.

Notes:

This is my first ever fan fiction story. It is something that has been in my mind for months. I love God of Fury and can't seem to get it out of my head. Also thank you to all of the other fan fiction authors out there. You have kept the story going for these two wonderful characters. I have enjoyed reading them all.

Chapter 1: Peaceful Morning Decimated

Brandon
You never know when your day is going to be wholly ruined. That bubble of peace you live with shattered. It emotionally wrecks you. Assaults your senses in the most horrible way. Even if things turn out for the better, the damage has been done. Today was that day.

It started as a typical Tuesday morning for me. I was gathering my bag and placing my laptop and sketchbook inside, sliding my arms into the caramel colored Burberry overcoat in preparation for the drive to my SoHo art gallery for the weekly meeting with the gallery manager.

The King Gallery is a dream come true. A place that permanently houses and sells art from my creative family. Along with my art, there are statues from my brother Lan, and paintings from my sister Glyn, and my mother Astrid. There is also a room to exhibit local up-and-coming artists.

The gallery manager, Martin and I need to schedule the latest exhibition while discussing the monthly budget and other boring, but necessary things. I have never been interested in business or finance, so this is the hardest part about owning the gallery for me. I love the art, so I put up with it. I am lucky though. While Martin gives off David Rose vibes in manner and dress, he is an excellent manager. He exhibits “OCD tendencies” (Niko’s words, not mine) for finances as much as I do for art and schedules. However, it might have to do with the fact that he is terrified of my mafia husband and my domineering headache of a twin brother. Not sure? But the thought makes me smile nonetheless.

I am literally turning the doorknob to leave when my phone vibrates with a call. It’s my father-in-law Kyle Hunter. My body instantly tenses and alarm bells in my head start ringing. Kyle never calls me. Not once. Of course I have spoken with him on the phone. It’s usually when Niko shoves his phone in my face, and tells me to “Say hi to Dad.” I knew in my soul that this was not that type of call.

Waiting for whatever news is about to be given, the hairs on my nape prickle and my heart thuds. I swipe the phone and take a deep breath. A calm voice with a British accent speaks. “Bran…There was a situation after the Morning Meeting and…. Niko is in the hospital.”

At the hospital? As in injured to a degree that doctors need to be involved? The world tilts. My worst nightmare comes to life. The black ink I haven’t seen in years creeps up my legs and freezes me in place. No! No! No!

“What happened?” I ask with a frightened voice.

“Niko was shot in the chest. He’s being prepped for surgery as we speak.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“Breathe”, he says in a calm tone. ”The doctors seem confident. Even though the bullet is lodged in his chest, it seems repairable. As far as we know, his heart is not affected.”

I shake my head in understanding even though fear streams through my body like an icy river.

“Bran! Stay with me son.” He says with quiet authority to get my attention back.

I nod again then wince. Finally realizing he can’t see me.

”I’m here.” I say with a voice that sounds unsure, even to my ears.

“I’m coming to get you. Can you pack some clothes for Niko? He will need things that are comfortable for him. He won't be happy with that hospital gown.”

“Yeah. I’ll get everything.”

”He will be okay.” Kyle says reassuringly.

“Okay.” That’s all I can manage to say right now.

“See you in ten.”

The phone disconnects.

I look around the house. Our house. It seems too quiet. Eerily so. Emptier now than just minutes ago. What if Niko’s surgery isn’t successful? What if the bullet gets too close to his heart? What if he never wakes up?
What if?
What if?
What if?

I have to stop the chaos in my mind. I will my feet to move, and run up the stairs to our bedroom. I find my overnight bag and pull clothes from Niko’s dresser, shorts, sweatpants, boxer briefs. I don’t pack any shirts. He hates them. A simple zip-up hoodie should work. Next to the bathroom for his toothbrush, shaving kit and finally his pills. He hasn’t really needed them for a while, but he may now.

As soon as I have the bag on my shoulder my phone buzzes with a text.

Kyle: I’m outside.

Chapter 2: Questions and More Questions

Summary:

Bran questions Kyle about what happened to Niko.

Brandon
Parked in front of the steps of our Brooklyn Brownstone townhouse is a classic Black Porsche. It is sleek and sophisticated, like its owner. I open the door and shove the overnight bag in the back. Kyle sits patiently wearing a black Armani suit with a white shirt and black dress shoes. No tie. Like father, like son. Niko doesn’t like ties either and rarely wears them with his suits. It’s funny the things you think of when in a crisis. Ties should be the last thing on my mind right now.

As soon as I am belted in, Kyle throws his arm around my shoulders and gives me a reaffirming squeeze. “Everything will be fine. He’s strong. He would never leave you. He’s stubborn that way, like his mum.” Kyle speaks with a hint of amusement, trying to lighten the stress that is rolling off of me in waves. His dark blue eyes, full of concern. Niko’s same eyes. Eyes that melt me daily, haunt me now. I can’t smile or even react. I just feel numb. Frozen. My jaw muscles don’t seem to be working. I just nod my head twice and look forward.

As we drive, a sudden fit of rage douses me thinking about Niko in an operating room. “What happened? Why was he shot?” My question reverberates around the car with tension. Kyle gives me a sideways glance and sighs.

“There was a heated disagreement between Jeremy and a new brotherhood member during the meeting.”

What? Heated disagreement with Jeremy? The Jeremy that never seems to get riled by anything? Anytime I see him, which is a lot, considering he is Niko’s best friend and the husband of my best friend, is calm, detached, calculating.

“Jeremy got into a fight?…At the meeting?…” I ask incredulously.

“You could say that…but it was more of a verbal sparring match.”, then Kyle adds “with someone who was not up to Jeremy’s level.” He pauses for a second as if to measure his words then continues. “Jeremy is very much like his father. He plans everything to a fault. He doesn’t speak unless necessary. He is not forgiving towards impetuousness and impulsivity. He basically called the fucker a tool and a waste of space in front of everyone. Jeremy wasn’t wrong, but it was harsh.”

I begin linking patterns from Jeremy to the “waste of space tool” to Niko. “So the guy retaliated.” I shake my head, because I know that if Jeremy was in danger, Niko would do anything to protect him. Like the time he purposely slit his throat for him. That is just the way Niko is. Over the top protective and possessive. He has always had such a close bond with Jeremy. Everything is starting to make sense now. But I am pissed. Pissed at the guy for being a stupid macho twat. Pissed at Jeremy for being too cold. And, even though I don’t want to admit it, pissed at Niko for making me worry about him to the point of pain. The seething anger in me recedes as soon as Kyle speaks again.

“Of course he retaliated. He’s a hotheaded kid with a reputation to protect. After the meeting, Niko and Jeremy were getting into the car to return to V Corp headquarters. They were accosted by the slimy bastard. He threatened Jer, pulled out his gun, and...Niko pushed Jeremy out of the way and took the bullet instead.” Kyle sounds angry and detached now.

“Please tell me the motherfucker is dead.” I say angrily. No one hurts my Niko and gets away with it! This isn’t normally how I react to things, but my husband brings out the possessive asshole in me.

“Very.”

“You killed him?” I blurt out.

I know what Kyle’s profession is. He is one of the most sought after assassins in the world. According to Lan, his special skill set was utilized by our grandfather Jonathan at one time.

“Didn’t have to. Niko took care of it.”

”What? How?”

”As he pushed Jeremy out of the way, he drew the gun he always carries and put a bullet between that fucker’s eyes.” There is pride in his voice. “I raised my son right. Even though Niko loves to settle scores with his fists and I encourage him with that endeavor because it calms his busy brain, he has perfect aim with a gun.” This statement is said with an air of finality that implies it should be no other way.

“I see.” I say this because I don’t know what else to say. Niko has never told me about this side of him or his work. I know he is part of the mafia, but he spends most of his day in an office building working with his Mom. I know there is violence in his world, but he obviously shields me from that part of his life. I need to be a better husband and ask better questions. Show him that I love him wholly and am not ashamed of that part of his world. Will I get the chance to ask? Will everything really be okay? My brain begins its chaotic litany of questions again. The turmoil in my head causes the anger to ebb. I’m left with hurt, loneliness and guilt instead. Not sure which emotion is better.

Kyle sees the turmoil in my face. He adds “Don’t worry. No police or law enforcement of any type will get involved. The incident occurred in front of the Pakhan’s house. Everything has already been taken care of by his security team.”

Shit. I hadn’t even considered the fact that Niko might get arrested. I was just concerned about his health. This new information really doesn’t help me feel better. I just want to see him and touch him. Until that happens, I will not find peace.

I realize that we have parked in front of an older building refurbished to look like an office complex. I am confused.

“I thought we were going to the hospital?”

“This is the hospital. It’s our hospital.” Kyle responds. “It’s run by the Bratva. It’s actually a trauma center concealed to look like a doctor’s office complex.”

“I had no idea.”

“No one does. Can’t have gunshot wounds being reported.”

”Understood.”

More questions for Niko. I just hope that I get to ask them.

Chapter 3: Waiting for a Little Miracle

Summary:

Everyone is waiting for Niko to get out of surgery. They learn a disturbing fact about his injury.

Notes:

I know this will sound weird, but I got the idea for this chapter from an episode of the show Burn Notice.

Brandon
Kyle and I walk through the front door of the mafia hospital. The woman at the front desk nods at my father-in-law with understanding and we continue to the left side of the room where there is a set of elevators. The elevator dings, and we enter it. Kyle types a code into a keypad where the floor buttons should be. The elevator springs to life and begins its ascent. It reminds me of the elevator for the penthouse that Niko and I shared on Brighton Island. I have a pang of nostalgia. I adored that penthouse. It’s where we fell in love with each other. The place we called home for over two years.

The elevator door opens onto the third floor hallway. The overall feel is that of a typical hospital wing; sterile, clinical, utilitarian. However, on closer inspection, the décor is somewhat elevated. The floor has gray and white marble tiles and the walls are painted a calming blue-gray. The doors into, what I assume are patient rooms, are a crisp white with brass room number plaques on them. Each room has a window to the right of the door that has white wooden blinds. All signs and even safety equipment located on the walls are surrounded by white and gold frames. The air is still that of a hospital. It is stuffy and has that antiseptic smell that all hospitals have. It gives me the chills.

Across the hallway is a small waiting area. Chairs are arranged in a square shape with two tables in the middle. Sitting directly front and center is Nikolai’s mother Rai Sokolov. Her two personal guards Ruslan and Katia flank her on either side. She looks as elegant as ever with her platinum blonde hair forever in its bun at the back of her head. She is wearing a simple black dress with a turtleneck collar. A black Channel belt and a long double strand of pearls are her only accessories. A pair of black stiletto knee-high boots complete her ensemble. She always looks like someone who runs a fashion house. No one would ever suspect she is a mafia leader. Today, she looks more the mother and less the CEO. There is worry and sadness in her light blue eyes.

As soon as Rai sees us, she stands up and runs to our side. She opens her hands wide in a hug. “My baby.” she exclaims “How are you holding up?” She addresses me the same as she does her own children. The hug soothes me, so I return it with the same energy. From the look on her face, I think we both need this today. Kyle gives her a kiss on the cheek and walks to the chairs. I see him talking with the guards. They shake their heads in understanding and get on the elevator.

As Rai walks with me to the waiting room, I see two men sitting at the back corner of the room, Jeremy and his father Adrian. I don’t know how I feel about their presence at this moment. I don’t want to be stoic and make polite conversation. I want to wallow and wait quietly for news of my husband. I hope they don’t expect me to talk because I have nothing to say. I see Jeremey’s face. It looks so worried and guilty. Something I have never seen before. He watches me sit down and his eyes flicker like he’s about to talk, but he doesn’t. Maybe my expression shows that I am not ready for that yet. Adrian nods at me in greeting. His face is impassive and mask-like. I can’t tell what he’s feeling. Good. I don’t really want to know.

We all sit in silence, waiting for news. Waiting is the worst. Is this the same feeling Niko had to endure on my black day because it is soul-sucking. I have to keep my brain from spiraling. I force myself to think about happier times. Like this morning. It was pleasant, happy, comfortable, safe. Niko and I woke at 5 o’clock for our run. We have a path that stretches from our neighborhood, across the Brooklyn Bridge and back. The run allows us to talk, joke and admire the NYC views. When we finish we go to the home gym for a daily workout session. Today was arm day. My least favorite workout. Niko babies me through all weight lifting endeavors so it’s not that bad. I earn kisses from my coach / husband for each set of exercises I complete.

My favorite time of the day is our morning shower. Our showers are steamy in more ways than just water temperature. That thought makes me look down the collar of my shirt. There is a hickey to the right of my collarbone. Yep, another “gift” on my skin. Even though I complain, I secretly love it. I want people to know that I belong to him. No one else.

Glancing at myself, with my dark blue V-neck sweater and a white dress shirt underneath, I can see that Niko’s outfit of the day inspired me. Today he wore his navy blue pinstripe suit with a white dress shirt and black dress shoes. That suit is my undoing. I practically drool anytime he puts it on. Out of all his suits, it’s my favorite. It highlights his dark hair and fits his tall muscular frame perfectly. It depresses me to think that it’s probably ruined now.

I see the wedding ring on my left hand and my thoughts drift to our wedding in Tuscany. It’s been over a year since that day. Literally the happiest day of my life. I can see Niko’s heart stopping smile when he was presented with the wedding surprise I got for him. A fireworks display. Pure perfection. A triptych frame in our bedroom displays the memory. The photo on the left shows his excitement when he first sees the fireworks and points at them with child-like glee. The middle frame photo shows us kissing under the lit-up sky. The right frame shows us watching the fireworks with my head resting on his shoulder. I smile at the memory. I want so many more of those memories with him.

My silent reveries are interrupted when an arm slides across my back and wraps around my arm. Suddenly, I realize that I’m no longer sitting straight in the chair. I am leaning forward with my arms resting on my thighs and my fingers steepled under my chin. I look up to see Rai’s concerned face. “Bran, would you like some coffee or tea?” She asks, “I think we all could use something to break the tension.” Kyle is standing next to her and shakes his head in agreement.

“Yeah, sure.” I say.

Kyle tells Rai, “You stay Princess, I will be right back.”

I look at my watch and see that it’s been an hour since we arrived. Have I really been out of it for that long? Just in my head letting thoughts swirl around me. I need to get it together. Jeremy takes this time to walk over and sit next to me. He palms my nape and presses his forehead to mine and says with complete sincerity, “Bran, I am so sorry this happened… It should have been me.” I’m stunned. I never would have expected to see this level of vulnerability from Jeremy Volkov ever in my life. I just stare into his gray eyes full of anguish and sincerity, shell shocked. He continues, “It’s okay if you blame me. I’m not asking for your forgiveness. Just know that I will do everything I can to make this up to Niko and to you.”

I realize that I am not ready to give forgiveness yet, so that’s good it's not being asked of me. However, I do appreciate the sentiment. I am grateful that Niko has Jeremy in his life. “Thank you.” I quietly say. Jeremy and I are not friends. We are friendly. We have a mutual respect for one another. We will be in each other’s lives for many years to come. I am not going to ruin that bond over an event that no one could have predicted. Things are getting too serious for me, so I change the subject.

“How’s Cecy doing?” I ask Jeremy. I figure she would have tried to get a hold of me by now.

Jeremy narrows his eyes and frowns, “Not good. She’s mad at me because I won’t let her come to the hospital and told her to wait until you get a hold of her. There were lots of sniffs and tears. I know that Niko wouldn’t want her to see him in such a vulnerable state. She will just go into her Mama-Bear mode and hover.” He adds with a grim line to his mouth. “Fuck. I’m going to pay when I get home. She’s already warned me.”

”And, you’ll put up with it, with a smile on your face because she’s your wife.” Rai interjects in a chiding tone. Ever the women’s advocate.

“She’s my everything.” Jeremy politely corrects her.

“As it should be.” Rai says with a smile and pats Jeremy’s hand.

“Exactly.” Jeremy responds with a deadpan expression.

Jeremy is not wrong about Cecily’s reaction. Taking care of people is her love language. It’s mine too. That’s probably why we get along so well. Also, Cecily hovering over Niko will annoy Jeremy’s possessive nature and possibly mine. No reason to add more problems to this already shitty day.

It’s at this time a silver tray with a pot of tea and a pot of coffee, is placed on one of the center tables by a woman wearing royal blue scrubs. The drinks are accompanied by a silver cream and sugar set as well as clear glass cups. This hospital is posh to say the least. I get up to serve before anyone else can. I need to move around a little and stay out of my head. Keeping busy helps. I hand out coffee to Jeremy, Adrian, and Kyle, while Rai and I opt for tea. I don’t really want the tea, but it helps to pass the time. At least the heat of it in my hands is comforting.

Two hours later a tall woman in black scrubs with a long auburn braid down her back approaches us. Everyone sits up straight, waiting for her to speak. “Hello, I am doctor Natalia Agapov. I operated on Mr. Sokolov.” She speaks with a slight Russian accent. “I removed the bullet that was lodged in the muscle tissue of his chest. The heart, pericardium (heart sac), ventricles and aorta were all untouched which is good. However, a soft point bullet was used and created more damage to the muscle tissue than we initially expected. It took more sutures than normal to close the wound internally.”

Confused by this explanation, I say “I don’t understand what that means.” Dr. Agapov continues in a clinical manner. “The metal of the bullet expands when it touches moisture, like that of tissue or blood.”

It’s at that moment I see the reaction of the people around me. Kyle’s eyes flash with rage and his hand muscles clench. Rai puts her hand to her mouth in shock. Jeremy’s face pales while he shakes his head slowly. Adrian’s eyes narrow. Though no one speaks. I’m not sure what this all means. It looks bad. I want to probe further, but this doesn’t seem to be the time. The doctor ignores their reactions and continues.

“Mr. Sokolov will make a full recovery. Due to the severity of the wound, he will need to keep his left arm immobilized for approximately four to six weeks in order for the musculature to heal properly. He is in his room now. I want him to recuperate and sleep. That is what’s best for him. You are welcome to wait in his room until he wakes, but hopefully he sleeps until tomorrow at least.”

Thank yous are expressed by everyone. The doctor shakes our hands and leaves us with the two nurses in charge of Niko’s case. They escort us to his room.

While walking, I quietly ask Kyle about the bullet thing and why everyone seemed so mad.

“Soft tipped bullets are for hunting. They aren’t meant for people.” He says sharply. “Only a nasty fucking bastard would use them in a handgun.”

”Why?” I ask. “Sorry, I don’t know anything about guns.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize, Bran. It’s just… those bullets cause a lot of internal damage, like the doctor said. We may be the mafia, but we aren’t monsters. It’s just a shitty thing to do. You know, honor amongst thieves and all that rot.” His voice becomes lower and his face darkens. “ I wish I could bring that asshole back to life and kill him slow. Doing that to my son. Fucking Hell!”

Jeremy listens to Kyle and adds with an equally dark tone, “Dad said he will look into that fucker’s background. Whoever sponsored his membership should have to pay. I won’t be forgetting this any time soon.” I’m pretty sure that information is not for me. I don’t want to get in the middle of mafia business. I just want to see Niko and begin to breathe normally again.

We walk to the last door in the corridor, room 312. One of the nurses opens the door and gestures for us to enter.

Chapter 4: Still Waiting for a Little Miracle

Summary:

Everyone is waiting for Niko to wake up.

Brandon
The door to Niko’s room opens and Rai indicates that I should enter first. I walk into the dimly lit room and hear the beeps of a heart monitor. I thought I was ready to see Niko, but not like this. His beautifully muscled and tattooed body is still. Too still. Even though he’s sleeping it's not the same as when he’s asleep at home. It’s a deeper, zombie-like sleep. His eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow. I can barely see his chest moving up and down. The first thing I notice is an oxygen tube under his nose. The next thing I see is a large bandage with gauze and medical tape covering most of his left shoulder. There is a tube coming out of the wound as well. Not sure what that is. His left arm is in a type of splint that keeps his arm and hand immobilized, pulled up at an angle near his heart. It covers the lotus flower tattoo he got just for me. This realization causes a tear to fall down my cheek.

Chairs are placed to the right and left of the bed. I sit in the chair on the right and immediately take hold of his hand that is attached to an IV. Touching his skin has always calmed me down. Even now it still does. Rai takes the chair on the left and leans over to give him a kiss on his cheek. She begins to stroke his long hair that hangs to his shoulders. Other than the blankets lying over his torso, there is no clothing on his upper body. I don’t know what he’s got on under that blanket, but I’m not about to check with other people in the room. As long as he’s covered up, it's fine. Anyways, Niko would think the less clothes the better.

Kyle and Jeremy sit on the small sofa across from the bed. We watch as the nurses check his vital signs then they leave and we wait. And wait. And wait.

No one really talks during this time. We are all in our own heads. Overwhelmed at seeing this larger than life man in such a weakened state. I just hold Niko’s hand wishing for the second I get to see those beautiful dark blues and hear his voice. To pass the time, I pull out my phone. I haven’t looked at it for hours. I am blown away. There are tons of messages from family and friends showing their love and concern for my husband and for me. How did they find out? The first message is from Lan, sent over 2 hours ago.

Other Half: How is he?

This is how I know it’s serious. Usually Lan refers to Niko as “your pet”, “the idiot” or “the peasant”. There is no love lost between the two of them. If it weren’t for Mia and myself, they would have killed each other years ago.

Other Half: How are you little bro?
Other Half: Since you have been ghosting me, I’ve had to rely on Kyle for info. FYI…He’s grumpy with me at the best of times.
Other Half: Text me when you can. No rush. I’m only your twin brother.

I text Lan back before reading any other messages.

Me: Niko is out of surgery now. He will make a full recovery.

Lan responds immediately.

Other Half: I know. Kyle has been keeping Mia updated.

Me: Is Mia doing okay?

Other Half: She was ready to swim across the Atlantic to avenge the Sokolov name. I had to bribe her with MANY caramel iced coffees and gallons of strawberry ice cream to calm her down. She won’t be sleeping for a week.

Me: She loves her brother.

Other Half: Unfortunately.

Me: I’m going to block you.

Other Half: You couldn’t, even if you tried.
Other Half: Do you need us to come? Mia really wants to.

Me: Let me see how things go. I’ll let Niko decide when he’s awake.
Me: Do Mum and Dad know?

Other Half: Dad does. He said he would tell mum. You know how she is with trauma.

Me: Yeah. She would rush here in a heartbeat.

Other Half: Without any luggage. Crying the entire time.
Other Half: Take care little bro. Let me know what happens.

Me: Okay. Thanks. Love to Mia.

As soon as I send that final text to Lan, a text from Mia appears.

Mia: Love you too Bran. Kiss Niko for me and Mom and Dad

Me: Will do.

The messages from the London side of the family keep coming…

Cecily Volkov: I’m so sorry, Bran. I’m here if you need me.

Eli King: Doing well Cousin? How is Nikolai? Let us know if you need anything.

Creighton King: Just heard about the big man. Annika and I send our best.

Glyndon King: I can’t believe this happened!!! How’s Niko? How are you Bran? Please tell Niko I am thinking about him. Kill is losing his shit. We can come and help if you want.

Dad: Bran, call me when you have a chance. Let me know what’s going on. I will break the news to your mum. Proud of both you boys. Love you son.

Ava King: OMG Bran. I just heard. Poor Niko. Let me know if I can do anything.

Lord Remington Astor: What the fuck? Niko shot? So sorry Mate. Lucky for you, he’s a strong MFr.

The messages go on and on. There are even messages from my Uncle Aiden, and my grandfather Jonathan and he never texts. My heart is bursting with all the love and support. It helps so much right now.

As I am responding to everyone's texts with the basic reply of Niko is out of surgery. He will make a full recovery. I’ll let you know when there is more information. Kyle gets a call and walks outside the room to talk. He whispers to me “It’s Levi.” So dad decided to call Kyle rather than wait for a call from me. I’m okay with that. I don’t feel up to a phone conversation right now.

Jeremy notices me texting and says “How many texts did you get from London?”

”Too many. What about you?”

”I am keeping the boys updated.”

He probably means the Heathens. I know they have a group chat. Niko tells me about it all the time.

“Glyn said that Killian is, quote, losing his shit.”

”Yeah, he’s pretty agitated right now. We all worry about Niko and his antics. A lot less now that you’re in the picture.”

”I hear that a lot. Niko is still Niko.” I shrug. “I haven’t changed that.”

”You’re right. He is still himself. Just a little less reckless at times.”

I turn back toward Niko and think to myself. If that was true we wouldn’t be in this mess. I instantly feel guilty for that thought. He is still in zombie sleep. He hasn’t moved a muscle in the last four hours. The doctor and nurses tell us he is doing well. I won’t believe anything until he’s awake. I stroke his hair and touch his cheek. I whisper “Wake up Baby.”, but it’s a scream in my head.

Kyle returns and tells me about the conversation with my dad. They get along quite well. It makes sense. Their personalities are similar. He tells me that dad will call me tomorrow. I appreciate that Kyle has been helping me pass along information. Sending all the texts wore me out. I just don’t have the energy to focus on anything besides the man in the hospital bed.

Over the next two hours Rai, Kyle and I finally convince Jeremy to go home to Cecy. Kyle orders dinner for us from a nearby Italian restaurant. Rai and I both say that we’re not hungry, but we are quickly reminded that we didn’t eat lunch. Kyle does make a point. We can’t properly help Niko if we don’t take care of ourselves first.

By 10 PM we are all drained. I have already said that I would not be leaving tonight. I know Rai wants to stay too, but Kyle talks her into going home and returning first thing in the morning. I agree. I want some alone time with Niko. Even if he is still asleep. I hug them both, then walk them to the door. I return to my chair by the side of the bed. “Good Night Niko. I love you. Come back to me as soon as you can Baby.” I kiss his lips. I kiss each eye. I kiss his nose. I kiss his hand. Then I fall asleep with my head on the bed, tears in my eyes, and my hand in his.

Chapter 5: WTF is Happening Here?

Summary:

Niko wakes up.

Nikolai
I feel a chill across my chest. What the fuck? I never get cold. Bran always says I’m like a heater. My eyes won't open. My body won’t obey me when I want it to move. Why the fuck not? Am I hung over? If so, this is the worst hangover I’ve ever had. My brain is so foggy. Wake the fuck up asshole! Move damn it! Through the fog, I smell clover and citrus. I would know that scent anywhere. Bran is close. Then I hear him…

”Nikolai?”
“Open your eyes Baby. I’m here.”

I feel a hand squeeze mine. I feel his skin. My eyes slowly open and I see Bran’s handsome face. My prince charming is here! Why does he have tears in his eyes? He is smiling though. That’s a good thing right? I can’t be in that much trouble, if he’s smiling. I am just so happy to see his face. I feel like I crawled through Hell and back to see him again. Sorry Satin. Today is not your day.

“Lotus Flower…” I say with a slurred and groggy voice. ”What happened to you? Why are you crying?”

Bran shakes his head and wipes his eyes. He mutters “What happened to me?” Then he shouts “You’re awake! Thank god. I have been waiting for hours.” He kisses every inch of my face. This is the best. I love it when My Lotus Flower kisses me. I try to kiss him back too, but I am still having issues with my body. It still doesn’t want to move. Everything feels like it’s frozen in concrete. Fuck me!

My eyes start to scan the room I’m in. Where am I? What the fuck is going on? So I ask Bran..

“Baby…Where are we?”
”What is this place?”
”This isn’t our bed.”
”Why can’t I move?”

I must sound like a crazy person because Bran just strokes my hair and smiles at me.

“Do you remember what happened this morning?” Bran calmly asks me?

“The fuck-fest in the shower?” I say with a smirk. I definitely remember that.

“Jesus. Not that.” He says with an eye roll. I love to see him all flustered.

“After the Morning Meeting with Jeremy.” He prompts me again with the patience of a saint.

A movie starts to play in my mind. The asshat, Christian yelling at Jer. He pulls out a gun. I push Jer out of the way and I shoot my gun. The searing pain above my heart. I have trouble breathing. I’m in the car begging Jer to let me call Bran. Then nothing.

“You’re in the mafia hospital. You were shot in the chest.” Bran says with his hand resting near my cheek. “You had surgery. There was a lot of internal damage to the muscle behind your chest and shoulder. That’s why you feel like you can’t move. You’re still feeling the effects of the anesthesia.”

I look around the room and yep it’s a hospital room. That’s when I notice all the tubes, gauze and tape attached to me. I hear that annoying beeping machine. At least I’m not wearing one of those stupid hospital gowns. They never fit me right. I start to sit up, but Bran holds me down. “Fuuuck Me!” I say dramatically.

“Nikolai! Quit squirming and settle down. You could rip the sutures if you aren’t careful. If you want to sit up, let me raise the bed a little.” Bran scolds me then hits a red button behind the bed. “I will call the doctor to let them know you're awake.”

I look into Bran’s worried face and force myself to stop moving. “Sorry Baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

”I can’t…You don’t…need to hurt yourself worse. I can’t breathe when you’re hurt.” Bran whispers. His face is full of pain and worry, but there is love there too. “I love you more than life itself. I can’t tell you how happy I am to see your beautiful eyes.”

I settle down and ask a different set of questions.

“How long have I been out?”

”You were out of surgery about 1 PM. So a little over 12 hours now.”

”It’s 1 in the morning?”

”Almost 2 actually.”

I see Bran’s rumpled clothes and the stubble on his face. He would never leave the house in this state. I can tell he hasn’t slept.

”You've been awake this whole time? Baby, that’s not good for you. You need your sleep.”

Bran levels me with a look.

“Nikolai, when I was in the hospital, how much sleep did you get?”

”None baby. You know that.”

”Right.” he says sarcastically. “I dozed a little. It’s fine.”

I’m about to chastise him for using one of the words at the top of my shitlist when two men wearing blue scrubs enter the room. They introduce themselves as the night shift nurses. I don’t remember their names. Let’s just call them Dude #1 and Dude #2. The dudes ask me a bunch of questions about how I’m feeling, my pain level, and blah fucking blah. They buzz around me like a couple of annoying bees. I say “I’ve never had a male nurse before. How come I have them all? What’s up with that?” I sound drunk, even to my ears. The dudes ignore my questions, but Bran mutters under his breath,

“They drew the short straws tonight.”

”Hey! I heard that.” I say to him with a good amount of side eye.

“Nikolai, quit acting like a moody toddler and Be Nice. They are trying to help you.” Even though Bran is acting frustrated with my antics, I can see the relief and adoration in his eyes. Due to that my only response is,

”Yes, Lotus Flower.” Spoken like a chastised puppy.

Dude #1 puts a new bag on the IV pole and I instantly feel sleepy. My eyes start to close even though I don’t want them to. I want to stay with Bran. The nothingness sweeps over me again.

Chapter 6: Hospital Day 2

Summary:

Niko's first full day in the hospital.

Nikolai
The second day in the hospital is a blur of waking and sleeping. I actually think of it as the first day because I don’t even remember what the fuck happened here yesterday until I felt my Lotus Flower holding my hand.

The morning didn’t start well. I open my eyes and I expect to smell that familiar clover and citrus smell, but it isn’t there. Instead, it’s a familiar rose scent mixed with cedarwood. Mom and Dad. Relief is stamped all over their faces. Mom has tears in her eyes and I hate that I made her cry. Dad just looks proud. No matter what happens, they are the people who have always supported me. Cheered me on. Told me I’m perfect just the way I am. And I am perfect, if I say so myself. But, the first thing out of my mouth is probably not what they want to hear.

“Where’s Bran?” I say looking around for him.

Mom just kisses my cheek and Dad says “Jeremy took him home to shower and change clothes. He'll be back soon.”

Dad gives me a What the fuck? look and says “I didn’t know that once your children get married, you cease to exist.”

“Kyle!” Mom scolds.

“What?” Dad retorts. “He didn’t even acknowledge our presence.”

Mom kisses the top of my head and gives me one of her blinding smiles. “Little Miracle, we are so glad that you are back and healing. Reading the text from Bran that you woke up was the best news!”

Right then, a nurse walks in with a tray of food. It’s placed on the rolling table in front of me. As soon as I take the cover off I know that there is no way in fuck I’d be eating that. I just push the table away from me.

“Hell, no!” I say while shaking my head.

“You need to eat to keep your strength up.” Mom nags. Dad looks at the sad food on the plate, laughs, then mutters “He doesn’t need his strength that much.”

”Kyle. How is that helpful?”

Dad just gives her a look that implies he wouldn’t eat that either.

After living off of Bran’s excellent food for over the last four years I am spoiled. But It makes me depressed. No Bran. No edible food. So far this hospital experience rates 0 out of 5 for me.

Finally, in the midst of my sour mood Bran walks into the room looking like the Prince Charming he always is. I swear, he could be a model. He is wearing dark blue jeans, a white polo shirt with a brown leather jacket. Mouthwatering. His hair is styled perfectly and his face is freshly shaved, but I can tell he rushed it a little. It gives me a lot of pleasure to know that I am the only one in the world who would realize that. As soon as he sees me, he gives me that smile that makes my toes curl. He leans down and kisses me shitless. That look of love and adoration I saw on his face last night, still there.

Bran has his laptop bag along with a brown paper shopping bag that he opens. He places the laptop bag next to the bed then moves the tray of hospital food away. He starts putting different sized food containers on the rolling table.

“How is your stomach feeling?” He asks me with trepidation. “Do you feel up to eating something?

Then he adds with raised eyebrows. “That hospital food looks abysmal. How is that supposed to help you recuperate?”

“I could eat, if the food’s good.” I say. “Are you going to feed me Baby?” I wink at Bran.

My Lotus Flower responds without taking the bait. “I ordered all your favorites.” He rolls the table to the bed. There are blueberry pancakes with lemon curd, jam filled scones, toast, scrambled eggs and of course macarons. He has even put a fork and knife on a napkin for me.

“I fuckin’ love you baby! Thanks for not making me eat that shit.” I point to the hospital tray.

“Never!” Bran says and kisses my cheek.

As soon as I pick up the fork Bossy Brandon makes an appearance. “Eat the scrambled eggs first. You need the protein most.” Mom shakes her head in agreement. Traitor.

While enjoying my breakfast, Jer walks in. He’s almost as big and tall as me, but today he looks smaller, worn down. The all black suit, tie and shirt combo he’s wearing seems to be leaching all the color out of his face. His eyes are red-rimmed with gray skin underneath. He looks at me with so much anxiety and lets out the biggest sigh. He comes to my side and plants a big kiss on my forehead.

“You fucking idiot. Don’t ever do that again!” He practically yells at me. “Bran should beat your ass for that stunt.”

”Not a stunt.” I say matter of factly, even a bit angrily. “If I hadn’t pushed you out of the way, you would be here.” I point at the bed. “Or worse…” to lighten the tension, I joke “The score is 2-0 motherfucker. You need to catch up. Hey, what are bros for?”

Jeremy’s eyes darken and his tone turns deadly serious. “I owe you Niko. This is on me. I know that. I should have kept my mouth shut in that stupid meeting. I should have just let Christian think that his demands meant nothing, then dealt with him quietly. I allowed him to push my buttons. Reminded me of someone else who used to do that.” He gives a quick look at Bran and I realize he is talking about his clone, fucker Landon.

“Never again.” He says emphatically. “Thank you for protecting me. For protecting Cecily. Niko, act first, think later has always been your M.O, but you have a family now.” He points to Bran. “You need to think about that as well. Promise me.”

Bran, who has been watching this exchange like someone at a tennis match, makes a pained face at Jer’s admission. Two tears fall down his cheek. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can’t handle that the person I love more than anything in the world is disappointed by me. I let him down. I grab Bran’s hand and kiss it. “This won’t happen again Baby. I promise.” Bran nods his head in agreement and gives me a small smile. He reminds me,

“You said that you would always come home to me. I am holding you to that for the rest of our lives.”

I shake my head in agreement. “I will.”

Chapter 7: Can I Go Home Now?

Summary:

Niko is already getting tired of being at the hospital.

Nikolai
By the third day in the hospital, I am really starting to hate it here, especially the nurses. As soon as they enter the room they close in and poke me with things. I have the entire routine memorized now. One…Stick weird thermometer into my ear until the beep. Two…Listen to my heart and take my blood pressure with that stupid cuff that makes my fingers feel numb. Three…check the tube coming out of my chest wound. OUCH! Four…Take at least 1 vial of blood like a fucking vampire. Five…This is the worst. Put a new painkiller / sedative bag on the IV pole which causes me to instantly black out.

Each time I wake up Bran is there. My parents and Jer are there as well, but my Lotus Flower is the one I need with me the most. This time, he’s holding my right hand with his left and sketching with his other. His sketch pad is propped on the rolling table. He has one leg crossed over the other at the ankle. He looks so hot when he’s in the zone. But, I know he’s paying equal attention to me because as soon as he feels me move, he raises my hand to his lips and gives it a quick kiss. He places the pad and pencil on the table, takes a noticeable breath and gives me one of his heart stopping smiles.

“Welcome back to the land of the living Baby.” He says before giving me a kiss on the lips.

Ever the nurturer, he presents me with food. A hamburger, “My favorite!” I exclaim. The next container is…a salad? What the fuck? I scowl “No fries? Baby, I’m wounded…literally and figuratively.” Bran gives me a stern look.

“Nikolai. The doctor has you on a low salt diet. The hamburger is pushing it. Fries are out of the question.”

“This is fucking torture!”

”Quit being dramatic.”

My dad and Jer bust up at our exchange. I narrow my eyes at them.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

”Nothing. Nothing at all.” Dad says with a smirk.

Jer adds smugly, “I’m sorry Niko. I shouldn’t have laughed. I will just sit here quietly eating My Fries. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Bran looks to Jeremy with fire in his eyes. “Really?”

I want to throw a used bedpan at said French fries.

”Shut the fuck up! Both of you! How dare you make fun of me when I’m suffering.”

Mom sticks up for me and says “If you two boys can’t be civil you can go sit in the waiting room.” Then she points at the door.

“We’re just having a laugh, princess.” Dad says trying to placate his wife. Mom just looks at the sky, like she always does when she’s had it with my dad’s shenanigans.

I think Bran is done too, because he pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives me a quick smile and says more cheerfully trying to turn this situation around, “Did you notice something missing?”

”Besides my fries...” I say with a pout. I don’t feel like playing guessing games right now.

He points to the giant bandage on my chest, “While you were sleeping, the doctor removed the tube in your chest. She said you were healing well with no sign of bacteria or infection. That means you can get out of bed for a little while now.”

“Hell, yeah!” And I truly mean that shit. I can finally move.

Bran adds, “They also won't be giving you the sedative that knocks you out anymore. Apparently you don’t need it.”

My eyes bulge. “Fuck, yes! So I can go home now?”

“Sorry Baby, the doctor didn’t say anything about that.” Bran sounds apologetic. “We’ll talk to her tomorrow and see what she says.”

I can see the look in his eyes. They say, doubt it.

Chapter 8: Just Kill Me Now

Summary:

Niko hates being in the hospital.

Nikolai
I am finally allowed out of bed. Thank fuck! This hospital experience is worse than torture. I would rather be locked in a room with Landon fucking King than be in this hospital anymore. On second thought, maybe not. They are probably about even on the torment scale. Nevermind.

Since I spoke with the doctor yesterday, and had my pain meds changed. I have been a little on edge. My chest fucking aches. Also, I don’t get to go home yet! Why the fuck not?

Bran says that I’m becoming a menace. He tells me he says that with love, but I see him giving every hospital worker who enters the room an I’m sorry look. Apparently, I am giving everyone back the fuck away vibes. I am sick and tired of people touching me, poking me, prodding me. It feels like ants are crawling underneath my skin. The only people who don’t bother me much are Mom, Dad and Bran. Even they are pushing it right now. I just want to GO HOME! The doctor says that I have to prove I can handle the new pain meds before they can let me leave. Plus they are still worried about infection or fever. Which I haven’t had the entire time, might I add.

The highlight of my fucking day is when I get to walk around the hospital wing for 30 minutes. Bran walks with me and the damn IV pole chatting about anything to keep me from sulking. He really is being so patient with me. He tries not to nag. Much. He lets me watch as many action movies as I want and orders me all my favorite foods, within reason (per the doctor’s orders.) I do prefer his cooking, but he said he doesn’t want to be away from me for too long. He promised to make me all my favorite dishes when we get home. I have been making a list.

To keep busy, I talk to the boys in the group chat. It helps. I FaceTimed with my in-laws. Astrid cried the entire time. Mia and Maya have both been calling and texting me nonstop. My baby sisters are too cute. Gareth and his husband Kayden even came to see me. They live locally. Kayden had a similar experience and told me to be patient. “The healing takes a while.” He said. Gaz laughed his ass off at that. My cousin knows that patience and I have never gotten along so, I am basically fucked.

Jer finally brought Cecily to see me. According to Jer and Bran, she has been begging to thank me in person for saving her man. Cecily ran into the room, her silver hair flying behind her. As soon as she saw me, she put her hands over her mouth and tears streamed down her face. She opened her hands wide for a hug. Jeremy pulled her back and Bran stood in front of me to block her.

“No hugs Cecy. You can’t touch anywhere around his wound.” Bran is speaking gently, but with a warning tone. I love to see his possessive side.

She looks embarrassed and says through her tears “Oh. My. God. I am so sorry. Of course.” She is fucking adorable. She is wearing a green hoodie that says It’s too peopley outside over a cat hiding its face, with jeans and white tennis shoes. That is so her. Cecily and I have become good friends over the years. She accepts me for who I am and doesn’t judge. Jer is a lucky S.O.B.

”It’s okay Cecy. I won’t break” I tell her with a smile. I want her to calm down. I put my right hand out instead. She takes my hand then gives me a big kiss on the cheek. Both Bran and Jer narrow their eyes. She doesn’t notice or doesn’t care because she then puts her hands on my right shoulder and gives me a mini hug.

“Thank you for saving Jeremy, Niko.” She says with tears in her big green eyes. “He is so lucky that you reacted so quickly.” She kisses my cheek again. “I just can’t thank you enough.” Another kiss. Three kisses in and Jeremy is about ready to murder me. Bran’s face is as red as a tomato. He offers her a chair to sit in that takes her out of my reach. I can’t help but give them a smug smile.

“You’re welcome Cecy. But Jer would have done the same.” She laughs a little at that, while wiping the tears away from her eyes.

“Probably.” She agrees. “You two have a longstanding bromance to uphold.” At that, Bran bursts out laughing. So do I. Jeremy’s eyes bulge with embarrassment or horror. Not sure which.

“You are so right!” Bran cackles. I am suddenly struck with the realization that I haven’t heard Bran laugh in days. I am so fucking thankful for Cecily’s comment. My Lotus Flower laughing is one of the best sounds in the whole world. It makes my heart ache, but in a good way. Bran’s laughter is better than any drug the hospital could give me.

Chapter 9: Finally Some Good News

Summary:

The Bratva comes to visit Nikolai at the hospital.

Brandon
Another morning at the mafia hospital. It’s been a week already. I am running out of things that persuade Nikolai to stay down. He is really losing it. I am to the fuck it point where I will agree to pretty much anything, as long as it keeps him from exploding. I put his breakfast on the rolling table. A plate of macarons and an almond croissant filled with pastry cream. Maybe he will go into a sugar coma and pass out. At least then he won’t be giving me those annoyed glares about everything.

“Breakfast. Eat up.” I say as cheerily as possible without sounding too fake. Niko’s hand grabs the collar of my sweater and pulls me down to his level. His lips devour mine. After that heart stopping kiss, I see an apologetic and loving look in his eyes.

“Thank you, Baby.” It is said reverently as if he’s admitting how sorry he is for being difficult lately. I place my hand against his cheek and he nuzzles into my touch. My heart flips whenever he does that. I will never get over it.

Nikolai’s phone buzzes. It’s his mum. He answers and then starts to frown. Before he hangs up, he says “I’ll be ready.”

I am worried. “Ready for what?…”

”The morning meeting is coming to me.” Niko answers with a hint of nervousness. “Baby, everyone will be here in an hour. Can you help me get ready?”

”Of course.”

I get Niko and his IV pole into the en suite bathroom. I carefully remove the sling from his arm. He always winces when this happens. I can only imagine how much pain he’s in. I help him sit on the bench in the shower and with the detachable shower head and a small basin, I wash his hair and his gorgeous body. All the while, taking great care to keep his wound and its wrapping dry. Once he’s clean, I take one towel and wrap it around his waist and take another to dry his hair.

“Just put it in a ponytail.” He tells me. His left arm absolutely can not perform that type of movement right now so I do it for him. Actually, I love grooming him in any way. He brushes his teeth and then I shave his face. He looks spruced up, but his skin is still somewhat pale and there are dark hollows under his eyes. He is dressed in gray sweatpants and a gray zip up hoodie. It’s not his usual work attire, but it will do. His arm goes back into the sling.

I help him back into the bed. Niko looks at me sheepishly. “Baby, when everyone arrives, you will need to go to the waiting room. I’m sorry, Lotus Flower.”

”Don’t worry. I understand.” I reassure him. Actually I don’t want to be anywhere near their conversation, but I don’t say that to my husband.

At that moment, two women in blue scrubs arrive with a tray of coffee and a tray of tea. It’s like everyone knows what’s about to happen. Niko’s phone lights up with a text. “They’re here.” He announces.

I give Niko a quick kiss and take my laptop bag out to the waiting area. From my seat, I see the elevator open. Rai, Kyle, Jeremy and Adrian step out. Rai and Kyle greet me with hugs. Jeremy gives my shoulder a squeeze and Adrian shakes my hand.

“He’s ready.” I insist.

Rai smiles at me like the proud mother she is. “Thank you Bran.”

Kyle adds “This shouldn’t take too long.” Adrian nods his head in agreement.

“I‘ll be here.” I point to the waiting room chair.

The elevator opens again and this time four tall and extremely well built men get off. They are all wearing black suits. They look intimidating and serious to the point of scary. My grandfather and uncle have similar personas so I am used to it, but it still leaves me cold. The men walk toward us. I only recognize one of them. He is the only one wearing glasses. I met him once, last Christmas, at the annual party all Bratva members and their spouses are required to attend. The Pakhan, Kirill Morozov.

“Hello Mr. King.” Kirill says with a deep gruff voice. “I wish we didn’t have to meet under such upsetting circumstances. I apologize on behalf of the brotherhood for what happened to Nikolai.”

I don’t know how to respond. That is not what I expected at all. I was actually hoping to be ignored by everyone. I give the safest answer I can.

“Thank you.”

Kyle and Jeremy lead the group down the corridor toward Niko’s room. Rai gives my hand a squeeze and then joins the group. I see the door open and shut behind them.

An hour and a half later the meeting ends. I watch as the intimidating group walks back to the elevators. Adrian is with them as well. The men are quietly talking and gesturing. I hear the word bullet, but nothing else. Thankfully, they are too engrossed in their conversation and ignore me. Yes!

I figure it’s safe to return to Niko’s room, but just in case, I knock first. Jeremy opens the door and lets me in. I look at Niko and he seems deep in thought. His eyes are distant and his brows are creased with concern. I walk to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Everything alright?” I say nervously.

Niko snaps out of his stupor and smiles at me. It’s one of his genuine grins. “Of course Lotus Flower. Now that you’re here, everything is right with my world.”

Why does he say those things that make my heart skip a beat? I swear he will give me a heart attack one of these days with his words and that smirk alone.

“You just looked a little upset.” I say with concern.

”Not upset…” he says to put my mind at ease. “Just a lot to think about.”

”Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes, husband. Now give me a kiss.” His smile returns with full force. So of course, I have to kiss him long and hard.

“You’re a twat.” I admonish him playfully.

“But I’m all yours, Baby.” He replies.

It’s at this time, Dr. Agapov makes an appearance. She gives us the news we all have been waiting for… Niko gets to go home! There is a list of things that have to be done. I take careful notes on my Notes app as she talks.
1) The arm will have to be in the sling and immobile for the next 6 weeks.
2) Niko will have to have physical therapy for his shoulder and chest.
3) The pain meds will continue, but the dosage will be reduced weekly.
4) No strenuous exercise or weight bearing activities until the arm is out of the sling.

Nikolai rolls his eyes at me because I ask the doctor many questions pertaining to her directives. I just keep giving him my look that says Shut up! Then, Niko raises his hand like a student in school. “Is sex considered strenuous exercise?”

My mouth drops open and I can feel my cheeks heat. Niko sees my expression and says with a straight face “Sorry Lotus Flower, but it’s been a week. I don’t think I will be able to go much longer.”

The doctor doesn't seem fazed at all by the question. She responds. “It depends.” I just shake my head. I am too embarrassed to speak.

Chapter 10: Home

Summary:

Niko and Bran finally get to go home together.

Brandon
2 hours later.
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The SUV pulls up to the steps of our Brownstone. I look over at my husband and smile. I can feel his anticipation about leaving the last week behind and getting back to regular life.

“Finally!” Niko shouts, “I can’t fucking wait to see our house again and sleep in my own damn bed!” He whispers in my ear “Can’t wait to rail you, my Lotus Flower.” I shiver at his dirty talk. It gets me every time.

The spark is returning to his eyes and his skin is already losing that sallow, gray tone that a lot of people in the hospital have.

“Baby, you’re cooking for me tonight, right?” Niko asks like a child requesting an extra dessert.

“Whatever you want.” I promise.

“Good. I have a list.”

As if I need his list. I know all his favorites. His excitement for my cooking makes my heart swell.

The car door is opened by one of the guards sent by Mr. Morozov. I slide out followed by Nikolai. I take his right hand as we enter our home together.

Arriving home is the best feeling ever. Once again that bubble of love, safety, and companionship surrounds me. Could this ever happen again? I hope not. I accepted the Bratva as a part of my life almost four years ago, so I will just use the other families in our same situation for inspiration. The longevity they endure will hopefully be our experience as well. As long as Niko and I get through the trials that life brings together. Everything will be okay.

2 months later.
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It’s 10pm and I’m in bed reading a review of my mother’s latest exhibit. It was a rave, of course. The security system sends a notification to my phone that the back gate is opening. I hear Niko’s car enter the driveway to the garage.

Today has been weird. Niko texted me this morning that he would be home late. It’s the only communication I’ve had with him all day. Usually, he texts and/or calls about 10 times a day or more. I know there is something going on. Cecy had dinner with me because Jeremy also said he was going to be late. She didn’t know why either.

It’s been one week since Niko was cleared by the doctor to go back to normal conditions pertaining to his chest, shoulder and arm. He is no longer in a sling. He doesn’t require any more physical therapy. He can exercise and lift weights to his heart’s content. He has been over the moon.

Six weeks of Nikolai in a sling with restrictions on his activity has been trying to say the least. Even though he was so happy to be home after the hospital, he didn’t know what a chore recuperation would be. He complained about the sling. He complained about the physical therapy sessions. He complained about the pain medicine because it made him drowsy. Jeremy even commented that he might need sedatives to handle Niko until this ordeal was over.

No one is happier about getting back to normal than me. I finally got my husband back. He smiles and grins, like before and is my daily ray of sunshine. Needless to say, I am confused about today’s events.

I am about to get out of bed and go downstairs to meet Niko at the door. When he announces his arrival.

“Baby, I’m home…You’d better be in bed… All I’ve done all day is fantasize about your sexy body.”

His voice is getting closer and closer. I hear the stairs creak with his steps. He walks into the bedroom slowly and seductively with the grace of a panther. He has a shit-eating grin on his face. His dark gray suit jacket is slung over his shoulder, which accentuates his biceps and chest muscles. He looks me over with appraising eyes before saying “Miss me, Baby?” The effect of his words and his demeanor send shivers down the length of my body.

In the midst of my ogling session, I notice some unexpected things. Niko’s hair is down and appears to be damp like he recently showered. The dress shirt he’s wearing is white. This morning it was light blue. I also see that the hand holding the jacket appears to be swollen, especially around the knuckles. I get out of bed and walk towards him. I point to his hand and inquire, “What happened there?”

Niko casually glances at his hand and shrugs his shoulders. “Just a little father and son bonding time.”

”What is that supposed to mean?”

”Nothing you need to worry about. Just know we had an awesome day.”

His dark blue eyes are glowing with lust, just like they used to after he returned from the fight club. Understanding dawns on me.

“Did you get into a fight?”

Instead all he says is “Paybacks, my Lotus Flower.”

Niko grabs my waist, kisses me hard, then lifts me up and pushes me onto the bed. I love it when he gets rough.

The End.

Notes:

Thank you for reading my NikoBran story. I hope you enjoyed it. It was a lot of fun to write.