Ivan’s POV:
*I-Ivan?*
Her voice sounded small and broken, and my heart ached.
“Milaya, it’s me, you’re safe now,” I reassured her.
She didn’t say anything else, just stared at me.
With my heart lodged firmly in my throat, I let my eyes roam her body, searching for injuries or worse-signs that he had succeeded.
Fortunately, only her shirt had been ripped.
Slowly, she lifted her right hand, like she was trying to touch my face. To see if I was really there or not. Then it dropped abruptly, her eyes closed as well. And I realised she’d fallen unconscious.
I lifted her in my arms immediately and I turned to Sidorov now joined by Roan, beating the shit out of the bastard, Harry.
“Stop,” I ordered.
They both stopped at my order, panting hard waiting for my next order.
“Roan, grab her phone and some of her belongings and Sidorov get the car running, and take us to the nearest hospital.”
“Yes, boss.” They said in unison.
I walked to the car but not before I kicked the useless fucker on the ground and threaten Roan.
“I placed you in charge of her house and your phone was switched off? You’re lucky I didn’t see you first before I found her, you’d have been with your maker by now.”
I don’t wait to hear his sorry excuse before storming off to the car.
A few minutes later we drove down to a nearby hospital.
As soon as we got down, I rushed inside. The nurses got a stretcher bed and took Sophia from my arms, placing her securely on it while they took her to a room with me closely behind them.
I was a mess of emotions and thoughts. I couldn’t understand why she had fainted, I was sure she didn’t have any injuries when I checked her earlier… but what do I know?
Fuck, if only I had gotten the information I had on Harry earlier, she wouldn’t have been close to him. I
It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have let her go ahead with his plans.
I’m spacing around the hospital lobby now, and it’s taking everything in me to not upend the receptionist desks and chairs here.
A thought struck me, her friends…
I should call them. She’d need them when she gets up.
“Roan,” I called. The big burly blond walked up to me.
“Yes, boss?”
“Did you get her phone?”
He nodded and reached for his pocket, pulling out her phone.
He hands it over to me.
She uses her birthday as her password, I’d guessed that the last time I tried to call her friends.
I locate the contact. Soulmate
The phone rang only twice as her friend picked up almost immediately.
“Bitch,” she said as soon as the call connected. “You better have a good reason to be calling so late.”
“This is Ivan.”
A moment passed before she spoke up again. “What’s wrong with her?”
There was no need to beat around the bush, so I just went straight to the point. “We are the hospital. Sophia is unconscious.”
There’s a loud gasp. “What happened? Is she badly hurt? Oh my God!”
“I will tell you the details once you get here. I will send you the hospital address. I know Sophia would want you here when she wakes up.”
I moved to hand up when her words stopped me.
“Thank you.” Her voice shook. “Thank you for being there for her.”
The lump in my throat made it impossible to speak, so I nodded even though she couldn’t see me and I hung up. I quickly sent her a text containing the address and Sidorov’s number in case she needed to call when she got here and I turned off Sophia’s phone.
AN HOUR LATER
Sophia’s friends, Daisy and Nick arrived.
“Are we allowed inside her room yet?” Nick asked.
“Yes,” Sidorov replied quickly before I could. Then he led them to her room while I followed behind them.
She hasn’t regained consciousness, but at least she was okay. The doctor in charge said she only needed rest and it could be the shock of what happened that had caused her to faint.
“What happened to her?” Daisy asked, her fingers combing through Sophia’s golden locks.
“She was assaulted, almost got raped,” I supplied, the words tasted bitter in my mouth.
Her eyes widened as Nick’s jaw dropped.
“Assaulted?” Daisy repeated, anger evident in her voice.
“Bloody hell! Who was the bastard, did you hand them over to the police?” Nick asked.
“No.”
Confusion etched on his face. “What do you mean? Did the culprit escape?”
“Who was it?” Daisy demanded.
Usually, I don’t give in to demands, no one has the right to.
“Harry,” I answered, clenching and unclenching my hands at my sides. That bastard! I wasn’t done with him yet.
She paled. “Is it the same Harry, I know? The sweet and kind Harry?”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Sweet and kind?” I spat out as if those words were poison, they might as well be poison, being associated with someone like Harry. “You have no idea who Harry is!”
“Clearly,” Nick muttered absent-mindedly. “It’s always the innocent-looking ones!”
“W-why… why would he do something that terrible and evil?” Daisy’s voice sounded small and hurt. “Sophia trusted him, she spoke highly of him.”
“That is because he only showed her what she wanted to see!” I barked. I knew I was transferring aggression but I’m way too riled up to care.
“We should report this,” Nick suggested.
“And then what? His father covers his tracks and he goes free?” I snapped. “I will handle Harry myself.”
No one said anything after that. We all just stayed in the VIP hospital room beside Sophia. Once or twice some people left to drink water or use the toilet.
The whole night, Nick and Sidorov had a weird vibe going on which I brushed off because it was irrelevant.
THE NEXT MORNING.
6:39 am
“This bloody wanker!” Daisy yelled at her phone.
Nick rushed to her side. “What is the matter, babes?”
“Here.” She shoved her phone in his face.
His brows shoot up to his hairline as his face redeems. “The bastard!”
I couldn’t help my curiosity anymore, I got up from where I was seated beside Sophia’s bed and took the phone from his hand.
There on the screen was something that made me see red, my blood boiled and I wanted nothing more than to kill that bastard, Harry. Even though it meant ending up in jail or worse-getting killed.
BREAKING NEWS: CONFIRMATION OF SCANDAL BETWEEN MISS SOPHIA SMITH AND IVAN KOZLOV.
LATE HOURS OF FRIDAY 14TH OF JUNE, MR IVAN WAS SEEN BARGING INTO MISS SOPHIA’S HOUSE…
I flung the phone to the wall and it was only when the broken, battered thing hit the ground that I remembered it wasn’t my phone.
Fuck it, there were bigger problems to solve. In my haste to get Sophia to the hospital, I made a mistake.
I should have captured him or killed him.
If he thinks he’s untouchable because of who his father is, then he better get ready for what is about to hit him.
You can’t harm one of my own and roam about freely.
Never.