Page 88 of Innocent Bratva Twins
I’m drunk.
Too drunk.
I don’t like being out of control like this.
The driver pulls up outside my building, and I stagger out of the car towards the entrance, digging in my pocket for the keys.
It takes all of my concentration to get inside, into the elevator.
I press the wrong button twice, eventually needing to close one eye to focus enough to hit the right button.
Because of that stupidity, I’m forced to take a long trip up to the top floor, with the elevator stopping on two floors that I really didn’t need to go to.
The movement of the elevator makes my head spin, so I close my eyes and lean against the mirrored wall. Fucking Arkady.
He’s incredible—in so many ways—and then in others he’s just a fucking moron.
I wonder if he’ll ever grow up and stop being this wild, out-of-control version of himself.
Maybe not. Maybe I don’t want him to.
Maybe, just maybe, we all need an Arkady in our lives to keep us on our toes.
I stagger towards my front door and fumble with the lock until it swings open.
Home.
It’s not a home without her.
It’s just a space.
Unable to walk anymore, I collapse onto the sofa and dig my phone out of my pocket. This is the last thing I should be doing—but I dial her number and click the phone to loudspeaker, letting it rest on my chest while it rings.
“Nico?” Her sleepy voice comes drifting through the phone, and immediately, I smile.
“He,y beautiful.” I stammer.
“Are you ok?” She asks.
“Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you. Are you doing alright there?”
“Have you been drinking? You sound different.”
I pull my mouth to the side. “Mm. I had a few drinks with the guys.” I admit.
“A few?”
“ A lot.”
Silence fills the seconds that tick by.
When I speak again, my voice is tight with pain. “I miss you so much, Sera.” I hate sounding this week.
“I’m sorry, I know, I just—“
“No. I’m the one who's sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.” I clear my throat and desperately try to focus on something—anything.
“Nico, you don’t sound ok at all. Should I call Luka? Maybe he should come over and check on you?”
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