Nikolai

It was a few hours later when I was sitting on the couch, looking at Max who was dodging the bullets my security pelted him with, as he ran across my backyard and finally dove in the living room, breaking the glass.

Why the fuck is he only in boxers?

A bullet was lodged in the back of his calf, making him bleed profusely.

"You took your time." I said drily, not feeling sorry for him at all.

His head snapped up and he looked at me. "Nikolai." He breathed.

"You reek of sex and alcohol." I told him.

Guilt clouded his face and his eyes lowered. Damn right....