Chapter 51: ♥ Chapter 48 ♥

Bóris Volkov.

- So, have you spoken to her yet? - I asked very anxiously.

She's the only one who can help us now.

- Yes, she's coming. - He said as he put his cell phone away.

I looked quickly at Yuri, irritated.

- Yuri, why didn't you take that child to a fucking orphanage? - He looked at me in disbelief.

- Really, sir? - I covered my face in frustration at the situation.

Holy shit! I'm going to end up freaking out here.

- Bóris, stay calm. - Russell puts his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down, but it's impossible.

- There's no way I can calm down, Russell. There's a little child in that bed, a child! - I say very nervously. - And we don't even know how to deal with children, Ru. We've never had to deal with these little things.

- Stay calm, Scarlett is already coming to help us, try to stay calm. - I sighed and looked at the bed.

- Holy shit! Russell, that little child is moving. - I said, pointing at the child.

He looked at the bed.

- She must be waking up. - It was when he said these words that the child opened its eyes.

As soon as her eyes met ours, her whole body began to tremble with fear.

- She's shaking. - I said, making him sigh.

- I see, Boris.

The child began to cry.

- Holy shit! For God's sake, Russell. That child is crying loudly, take care of it. - I plugged my ears to muffle the crying.

- Shit, Boris. If you're not going to help, get out of here! You're making me fucking nervous.

- Sorry. - He ran a hand through his hair nervously, but then gave the child a small, forced smile.

- Hello, child. It's okay, we won't hurt you. - He approached the bed in slow steps. - My name is Russell. And what's your name?

Is he really trying to be nice to that child?

The child didn't answer, he just put his face between his knees, his shoulder was shaking a lot, indicating that he was crying.

Where are you, baby? We need you urgently.

- Hey, it's all right, child. We won't hurt you, I promise. - He spoke very softly so as not to frighten her.

We noticed that she gradually stopped shaking, lifted her face up and looked at Russell.

- We're not going to hurt you, no one here is going to hurt you. - He smiled a little weakly at the child.

- M-Men... Bad... - Her childish voice came out very shaky.

- There are no more bad men here, you're safe here with us, don't worry about anything. - He spoke very seriously, but with a gentle tone so as not to frighten her.

I'm just watching this interaction between them from afar.

- Are you hurt somewhere? - That's why I let my brother deal with these things, he's very good at communication.

Sometimes I ask myself, how can he be so calm? He can speak kindly to people, whereas I hate being kind to people, except my baby.

The child once again began to tremble.

- It's okay, I just want to know if you're hurt, so we can treat your injuries. - She was very quiet for a few minutes, but soon agreed. - Can you show me?

She's a very bright child.

She lifted up the old shirt she was wearing, it looked like filthy rags, what she was wearing wasn't even considered clothing. She showed her belly full of bruises, she lifted up the sleeve of her shirt and her arms were full of cuts and purple. I clenched my fist tightly, I was going to kill those bastards.

- Is it all right if we take you to hospital? - The child quickly became agitated.

- N-N-N-No... Don't leave me. - He started crying again.

I won't lie, your words had a big effect on me. And it seems to have had an effect on Russell too.

- We won't leave you, it's okay. We just want you to be looked after properly. We'll accompany you to the hospital, we're just waiting for our girlfriend, she's very kind, she can look after you.

Wait a second, he's not thinking of getting with the girl, is he?

I glared at Russell. I understand that this child has suffered a lot, but we're not obliged to keep her. I won't allow her in my house. I can be a son of a bitch, I can. But I don't care.

The door was opened by Harry, Scarlett came in straight away, and as soon as she saw the child, her eyes widened in shock.

- W-What? - She looked quickly at me and then at Russell without understanding anything.

I let out a sigh and pulled her out of the room.

- What the fuck, Boris? Please don't tell me you've turned into child kidnappers. - I looked at her in surprise.

- What the fuck? Fuck, no. - She let out a sigh of relief and ran a nervous hand through her hair.

- So tell me, why is there a child in there? - She crossed her arms, she looks so beautiful angry. - I'm waiting, Boris.

I rolled my eyes at her tone of voice.

- She was kidnapped, and it wasn't just her, several people were kidnapped. - She looked at me in shock. - Our goons managed to arrest a few bastards, we returned the people who were kidnapped to their families, but this child has no family. Bryan brought us here without saying anything, we found this child in bed, and she's very scared.

- Of course, she was kidnapped and we don't know what else happened to her, of course she would be scared to death. - She sighed. - What do we do now?

- Russell is trying to convince her to go to hospital, her body is full of bruises. - She put her hand over her mouth in shock.

- Sons of bitches! How can they do this to a little child? - I shrugged.

- We'll take her to the hospital and then drop her off at the orphanage. - She looked at me very surprised.

- What? Are you crazy, Boris? We're not leaving that traumatized child in an orphanage.

- Don't tell me you're planning to keep her? Are you? - She crossed her arms and looked at me very seriously. - Scarlett, have you gone mad? I wouldn't want a child in my fucking house!

- Why not? - I looked at her without believing her stubbornness.

- Because it's a child! - She snorted.

- And what do you have against children, Boris?

- They're annoying, very noisy and need to be looked after so they don't die. It's a pain in the ass. - She sighed.

- Bóris, my love. - She held my face. - This child needs our help, only we can help him.

- And why does it have to be us? - I ask without understanding.

- Because we know the pain of being abused, love. We know a bit about how to deal with our traumas, even though we need psychologists. - I ended up laughing lightly. - But that child needs us, love. - I let out a little sigh.

- All right... Just keep that little child away from me." She laughed.

- Sooner or later, you'll be crazy about that child. - She went into the bedroom laughing.

- That will never happen. - I tell myself.

I'll never like that child. Never.