Nikolai
Gospodi, I wanted to pound that mudak who was hitting on Chelle into the ground.
Dima gave me his full report on Zane’s older sister a couple days ago, and one of the things he’d flagged was her regular charges at this cocktail lounge every Wednesday evening. I came tonight just to see who she had a standing date with and, then, was surprised to see her alone.
Now, as the bartender gives me a very sharp once-over, I understand. Chelle said the bartender was her friend. This is who she comes to hang out with on Wednesdays. At least, I hope that’s the explanation.
It sure as hell wasn’t that bastard buying her too many drinks when she clearly can’t handle them.
“Hey, what are you doing with my friend?” the bartender demands.
I give her a cool look. “I’m taking her home. She’s o
