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Pakhan's Rose (Pakhan #1)(7)



She ran her fingers over them, pressed the button above me for the nurse, and in a moment, a middle-aged woman wearing green scrubs appeared. "Yes?"

Rosa adjusted my IV drip, and replied, "The patient woke up. Could you page a doctor to check on him? He needs pain meds."

My mouth opened in protest, but she covered it with her hand, and I barely restrained myself from licking and biting the soft flesh. "We both know you are in pain, so cut the macho bullshit."

The nurse gave her a skeptical look, but Rosa hurried her, "Now." Clearly understanding it wasn't the fight she wanted to take on, the nurse promised to call the doctor and left the room.

"I'm Michael, by the way." His face spread in a wide smile, clearly enjoying her bossy nature.

"Rosa." Then she cast her eyes down. "Nice tattoo."

Michael lifted his left calf, which had a Siberian white tiger on it. "Well, thank you, honey. You into tattoos?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Nope, never wanted to have one. I can appreciate good art, though. I just prefer my skin not to be a canvas for it." Why were they having a stupid conversation over my bed when she came to see me? Despite the pain, my hand twitched with a desire to smack Michael and then choke him for taking her attention from me.

"Well, Dominic here has his whole body painted." And just like that, he was granted life again. I gave him a sideways glance and noticed his wink at me.

"And you know that personally?" she questioned, her eyes shifting from him to me. "Are you gay too?" she asked me bluntly, as Vitya and Michael burst out laughing.

My face reddened. "Trust me, красавица, I do not desire men. Only women."

Her brow lifted. "Women, huh? Have a lot of those?"

Was that jealousy I heard in her voice?

Vitya whistled, and then murmured, "Right in the trap." Then he said loudly, "Well, he isn't a monk."

"Ah, my heart is shattered," she said, holding her hand to her chest. "I hoped for a virgin." Now she laughed with them as I sat there grimly.

For fuck's sake! They acted like a bunch of kids discussing the latest rumors. And why would she even think about other women, when I'd told her she was mine right before I gave her my cross? Then again, I never really spent time with women unless I was fucking them, so no wonder I didn't understand shit.



       
         
       
        

"Just so you know, there aren't any women," I said gruffly, as my eyes held hers. Something flashed through them, but before I could dwell on it, the doctor walked in holding a tablet in his hand. He wore navy-blue scrubs, had round brown glasses and mussed dirty-blond hair, along with darker skin. He looked around my age.

"Hey, Mr. Konstantinov, it's good to finally have you back."

Then he shook hands with Rosa with a smile. "And you must be the lady who demanded to see me."

"Yes, I want you to check him before he runs away from here."

He chuckled. "That so, huh? Eager to leave the hospital?"

"Yes." My reply was met with another chuckle.

"Yeah, I predicted something similar. Unless you want to have plastic surgery for the burns to limit the scarring, I don't really have any reason to keep you here." He read something and then typed on the tablet. "You'll have to change your bandages daily though, and apply a special ointment. In a week, check with a doctor, but you can do it with anyone."

"Doc, have you seen my body?"

He blinked in confusion. "Yes."

"Do you really think I'm afraid of some scars on my hands? I don't give a shit. I'm leaving now." I had to check on Damian and create a plan. My apartment seemed much more comfortable for that than this little excuse for a room, and I wouldn't have to deal with anyone's shit.

"But he suffered from smoke inhalation and his hand was hurt," Rosa complained.

The doctor nodded. "I'll prescribe painkillers for the first few days, and his blood test came back clear for any effects from the smoke he breathed. So considering-"

Rosa interrupted him again. He sighed irritably, and my eyes narrowed. My woman could say whatever the fuck she pleased, so he better not upset her with his harsh comments or voice.

"Dr."-she glanced at his nametag-"Bailey. Are you absolutely sure he's fine? You kept Damian, and he only has a few cuts and a broken leg."

Bailey frowned.

"Damian?" he muttered. "Oh, Mr. Scott. Yes, I did, because he has a concussion, and we want to keep a close eye on the whole family. That's the only reason they are staying one more day."

One more? Wait a fucking minute.

"What do you mean? How many days have I been in the hospital?" I covered up the relief I felt over Damian's condition. We both got lucky, considering the situation. If there was a slight chance of him wanting to see me, I'd run to his room immediately.

We were twins; however, if he had done with my woman and my baby what I did with his, forgiveness wouldn't have crossed my mind for a long time. 

"Just one, you slept all the way through," Vitya replied, and then stood up, pulling Michael along with him. "We'll get all the papers ready, call for the car, and they'll bring your clothes," he said with satisfaction, clearly anticipating shoving them down Connor's throat. "Doc, could you also give us a list of things he needs to take?"

The doctor nodded. With no further questions from Rosa-who got quiet and studied the green plant at the other end of the room with fascination-he left the room with a quick goodbye as his pager beeped.

The silence between us unsettled me, so I cleared my throat. Her attention snapped back to me, and once again, I couldn't help but wish to drown in her expressive eyes. "Thanks for caring so much about my health." I cringed inwardly. Those weren't the best words to start a conversation. Blyat, I didn't have any experience in this, so no wonder. She shrugged and sat down on the foot of my bed.

"It's all right." Her hands still held the cross. She placed it on my stomach gently, but not before I noticed how she trailed her fingers over it. "You gave it to me yesterday. You should have it back. I hope you'll get better." She stood up quickly and made a move to leave, but I caught her hand right in time. I couldn't keep the groan of pain from spilling out as my raw skin brushed over the bandage when I squeezed my hand. Fuck, it did hurt like a fucking bitch after all.

"Oh, my God, what are you doing?" she exclaimed. "You shouldn't use your hands!"

"You wanted to leave. And the cross is yours," I said simply, and her eyes widened.

My cross was an indication she belonged to me, and everyone would know it. It belonged nowhere else but on her graceful neck, above her heart.

"Listen, Dominic. It's just weird keeping it, okay? I wanted to check on you, and that's about it."

"That's my claim of ownership," I stated, and this time, her jaw hung open. Why was she surprised at my statement? She lived all this time with Damian. Hadn't she recognized the signs of a man possessed?

"Excuse me?"

"It means you belong to me. What's there not to understand?"

She shook her head in disbelief, took several steps back, making it impossible for me to reach her, and exhaled a heavy breath. "It's impossible. I-" She licked her dry lips. "You look so much like him, the same face, even if everything else is different." My brows furrowed as I tried to make the connection with me being Damian's twin.

Why would she care so much if I-

Fucking realization hit me like ton of bricks.

The only reason she'd feel out of sorts with my resemblance to Damian was if she had a crush on him all this time and covered it up under the whole pretense of a brother-sister relationship he created. "I see." My voice was cold and detached. Not that I expected her to want to be with me from the start, but the idea of her being in love with my fucking twin never crossed my mind. A little harmless crush, yes, but a first-love kind of thing going on? No fucking way.

I wouldn't have cared if she were confused or unwilling, as shameful as it sounded. Men like me generally had no conscience. However, second best wasn't the title I wanted to have in the relationship.

"You do?" she whispered.

I nodded. "Yes, your explanation was quite clear. You can leave the cross and go." She blinked a few times and opened her mouth to add something, but I waved my hand dismissively. "Just go." For a split second, I thought her eyes watered and hurt flashed in them, but it was quickly gone, and she left the room, leaving me to dwell on my own misery.

Rosa turned out to be nothing but one more bitter disappointment in life.



       
         
       
        



Rosa

My heart beat rapidly in my ribcage. Breathing heavily, I sat down on the bench outside the hospital and tried to calm my hectic mind. The intensity of emotions I felt when I was close to Dominic couldn't be explained. My hand touched my neck. I already missed his cross. Somehow, it fit perfectly and I barely felt it.

I'd never had any experience with men in my life, and truth be told, I never had a real crush on anyone. All the guys seemed immature, and then once I started living with Damian, dating was kind of out of the question.