“Hello, Maya, how are you feeling?”Dr. Burns to the fucking rescue, I thought as the doctor spoke up.
Maya’s eyes flashed to the phone in my hand. Her mouth dropped open in shock as she stared at the face of her therapist on the phone. “Dr. Burns?”
“Hi, dear,” Dr. Burns said. “Nico, be a dear and give Maya your phone, then skidaddle so we can have some privacy.”
I laughed and handed over my phone to Maya. “Sure thing, Doc. Maya I’m going to make you something to eat.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead and turned for the door.
“I’m not finished with you, Nicolai,” Maya called after me.
“Never, Little Dreamer. You’re mine for life,” I called over my shoulder.
I went downstairs to the kitchen. Marcos and Jason were lounging on the couch and both men perked as I came down the steps. “How is she?”
“She’s talking to her therapist,” I said, as I rounded the bottom landing. I passed them and headed into the kitchen, otherwise ignoring them. I was still pissed off at the pair of them and wanted to kick their asses—Jason had gotten off easy in my mind.
Both of them got up and followed me into the kitchen. “But she’s talking at least?” Marcos asked.
“Yep,” I deadpanned. I glance over my shoulder at him as I walk to the fridge and laugh as I take in the split lip and the bruise forming on his jaw. “Luke got you good.”
“Yeah.” Marcos huffed.
“How did you get her out of it?” Jason asked.
“I told her that Luke punched Marcos and how I was teaching him to fight down at Leo’s. She didn’t seem too happy about it.” I shrugged. I pulled out sandwich stuff from the fridge, taking stock of what was in there. I could send one of them for a grocery run, because I was not leaving Maya alone anytime soon.
Marcos shook his head.
Jason stared out the back window.
Both men were fucking wallowing in their own self fucking pity and it pissed me off. They needed to get their heads out of their asses and fix shit with Maya…and soon.
A moment later I heard Maya’s feet pounding on the stairs before she burst into the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks when she saw both Marcos and Jason standing there, but she ignored them and focused on me. “I want to go to Chicago this weekend.”
“Can you handle sitting in a car that long?” I ask, not saying no. I will never say no to again.
“I don’t know, but if we have to stop, so be it. I’m going to Chicago this weekend.”
I fucking love the fire in her voice. “Alright. I’ll drive you.”
She nodded her head once, like she already thought about that. Then she looked down at the sandwich I had just finished making. “Is this for me?”
“Sure thing, Little Dreamer.” I pushed the plate toward her.
A faint smile tugged at her hips. “Thanks.”
She grabbed the plate and walked away, heading back upstairs.
I smile, staring after her. I’ll get my woman back, one way or the other.
“You can’t go to Chicago.” Marcos sighed.
“Fucking stop me.” I turned and stared him down.
He rubbed a hand over his hair; the buzz was growing out and made him look younger. Weariness plagued at him though. “I mean you can, of course, but fuck.”
“Yeah, about sums shit up with you anymore man,” I shake my head. “Maybe while we’re gone, you can get your head on straight, figure your shit out? Both of you?” I glanced at Jason. “Maya needs us, now more than ever. I already told you; I’m all in with her. So figure out if you are or not too, then fucking grovel your way back into her good graces.”
Maya
