Crossing Lines
Zion's Pov.
I awoke with a terrible headache at the sound of my telephone ringing. "Yes?" I mumbled as I heard Joe's voice on the other end. "I need you in the storage room now." " Okay, why don't you pick me up from Sheila's, then," I'm mumbling while flashes from last night came over me, damn it! "I'm already outside," said Joe calmly, and I looked up. "Yes, I'm leaving in a second." I hung up and got up from bed. Shit. My head felt heavy, and the room begins to spin. This was not good. I collected my clothes and got myself dressed in a struggle as I began to wonder where Sheila was. I looked around the apartment when I walked towards the hallway to realize that she was nowhere to be found. Damn it. I will have to try her phone later on. The elevator reached the lobby, and I saw Joe's car standing outside the entrance. "What's the hurry, Joe?" I ask as I got into the car, a little annoyed. "There was a buzz last night when we moved the product."
"How much?" I uttered annoyed, "Hundred kilos," Joe stuttered. "FUCK! It's millions of dollars!" I shouted. "How is that possible? I thought we had the cops on the payroll!"
"Yeah, it must be an inside job, and the bad cop got the information," Joe sighed while driving the car on the highway. "We have a rat. In other words, fuck!" I sighed and texted Sheila. What the hell was l doing last night? It's idiotic of me to crack like that. Now my plans on using her might go to waste. Shit, I needed to speak to her fast.
Sheila's Pov.
"Sheila?" I could hear Ricky's voice calling my name, and I felt his hand shake my shoulder. I opened my eyes and had Ricky leaning over me. After scrubbing my eyes, I realised I was still on the balcony. "How are you feeling? Why were you sleeping out here? My God, you stink of booze!" Ricky waved a hand in front of his face in a reprehensible way. I sat a little too fast, and my vision started to fade, and the balcony started to rotate in front of me. Nausea hit me in a wave. I moan and lean back down, and rested my head against the back of the sofa. "Rough night, huh?" Ricky gave me a sarcastic face and then sat down next to my side.
"I heard Zion leave the apartment early this morning. It is almost noon now." Ricky leaned over me and tried to get my attention. I closed my eyes and tried my best to ignore him. "Did you guys have a fight?" He asked with an eager tone in his voice. I took a deep breathe when I felt his hand rest on my thigh. He squeezed his hand around the wound in a comforting way before I had a chance to remove his hand. I tried to stay calm, but my body writhed in a reflex, and a silent cry left my lips. Ricky frowned in response and gave me a confused look. But seconds later, I saw rage appear up his face before he ripped the blanket off me.
"Stand up." He roared angrily and glared at me. "No! Leave me alone. I'm still drunk." I cried out and pulled up a pillow to hide my face. I heard him sigh before he grabbed me in my arms and then dragged me up to my feet and then into the kitchen. "Remove your clothes," Ricky said, demanding, standing before me. "I can barely stand on my own, and now you want me to strip in front of you?" I stutter and hold onto the countertop so I wouldn't lose my balance. I felt nausea coming back, and I rushed to the sink and puked my guts out. I cling to the counter, and I felt Ricky grab my hair and pull it from the vomit. The tears streamed down my face, and I had never felt so defeated in my life. Ricky stretched out his hand and took a towel, and wiped my clean face after I quit vomiting. "I need to see your body now, Sheila. I can feel that something's wrong with you." Ricky mumbled and I was quiet when he pulled down my pants. I closed my eyes, and we stood in silence for a while before I felt Ricky's hands on my thigh while he was taking the bandage off.
"The blood has gone through this compress, Sheila. What happened? Why are you wounded like..."? He suddenly stopped talking after he had removed the compress from the wound. "I'm going to kill him," Ricky said calmly, then lifted me up and held me in his arms. He carried me into my bathroom and sat me down on the countertop. "You can't say anything to my brother of this, Rick... Let me handle this by myself. Please, don't do anything." I breathed out and starred down on my thigh. Fuck. It looked hideous. "Have you lost your mind? He knows who you are? Your brother warned him. He clearly has no boundaries or gives a fuck about that."
He gave me an angry face and lowered his voice. "You know how things work in this world. If he thinks he can do this to you unpunished, it won't look good on our side. It doesn't look good either way. He just fucking marked the sister to Vladi Sokolov. You know I can't keep this from him. I need to get you away from the states." Ricky soaked a clean towel in cold water and bathed the wound. "Ricky, please.
Give me a week to solve this myself.
He sighed and then put his hand around my neck and leaned his forehead against mine. "You need to pack your stuff. I am taking you back to Russia for some time. I know you may not want it this way. But I am not risking your safety at this point. I need to distance you from this him. Zion stepped over a line, and I am not letting him play with your life anymore." I nodded, and Ricky walked out of the bathroom. I took a bandage and wrapped it around my thigh before I walked out to the kitchen to get my phone. I scrolled through my messages and saw that Zion had sent me thirty already and called ten times.
Zion-06:37: I couldn't find you this morning, so I left early.
Zion-09:43: About last night. I lost it. I hope you're okay.
Zion-09:56: Fuck. I am sorry, babe, for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please answer.
Zion-10:02: Look, I am sorry?? Okay?? I did warn you about me, and YOU decided to look the other way. Don't fucking ignore me now!
Zion-10:09: Come on, babe. Don't be a bitch about it? I bet the mark looks good on you anyway. You can pull off anything.
Zion-10:28: Look. I will come over tonight, and we can talk. Okay? You know how much I like you. Shit got out of hand last night. I had popped some pills before I got to you. It wasn't me who did that to you. I won't take anything later. I call you before I come over.
And they were twenty-four more messages just like this.