“You think I’m good looking?” The guy smirks, and I swear I feel it in my core.
How to tell it’s been too long since you’ve seen any action: You get horny when a hot guy smirks at you. Which is weird when you’re not the type of person who ever gets horny. Sex is not exactly my favorite thing to do.
“Please, let’s not pretend that you don’t have mirrors,” I mutter under my breath.
“How are you planning on getting home if you just got mugged? Have you seen a doctor?”
“I’m going to walk. Obviously.”
“Is it far?”
“Is Riverdale far from here?” I honestly have no idea where I am or how I’m going to get back to my apartment.
The man laughs. “You’re not walking to Riverdale,solnishko. Give me five minutes. Wait here with my friend Aleski, and I’ll take you home.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why would you do that?”
“Because Riverdale is at least a five-hour walk. You’ve already been mugged once today. You really want to chance it again?” He raises a brow at me.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Neo, and you are?”
“Caitlyn.”
“Well, Caitlyn, it’s nice to meet you. Wait right here. I won’t be long.” Neo turns to his friend and says something in a foreignlanguage. It sounds Russian and then he storms into the police station I just walked out of.
“Is he a lawyer or something?” I ask Aleski.
“Or something.” The man chuckles. “Would you be more comfortable waiting in the car?” He holds open the back door of a very fancy SUV for me.
I chew on my bottom lip, the wholedon’t get into cars with strangerslesson creeping up into the back of my mind. But I don’t know how else I’m going to get home. I have no phone, no money. Nothing.
Chapter Three
Iwalk into the police station, watching as the young cop at the counter widens her eyes. “Mr. Petrov, what can I do for you?”
“You’ve got my sister. I want her back,” I say, keeping my hands in my pockets.
“Wait here.” The cop turns around.
“Where the fuck would I go?” I shake my head.Idiots, this city is full of them.
“They’re releasing her now, Mr. Petrov.” The cop returns. She can’t make eye contact with me.
“The woman who was just in here got mugged. I want a copy of the report,” I tell her.
“Ah, she didn’t make one…”
“Why the fuck not?” I growl. “Did you see her fucking face?”
“She couldn’t even tell me where she was attacked. There wasn’t much we could do…”
“I really fucking hope you don’t love your job, because you’re about to find yourself unemployed,” I tell her.
The side door opens and my sister walks out, wearing a black minidress that leaves nothing to the imagination, six-inch heels, and her hair tied up in a high bun. That last part tells me she went out looking for a fight.
“Did you lose half of your clothes somewhere?” I grunt.
