The Master (The Game Maker #2)(93)

“Rule number one. Don’t tell . . . anybody anything. I wore a muzzle . . . nice to lose it.”

“You were leaving last week, weren’t you? You rescheduled your final. I forced you to stay in Miami, then drove you right to him. You would’ve told me, trusting me with this.”

Numbness was stealing over my body, but I still felt his fingers biting into my arm as he said, “I could have taken care of him while you slept soundly last night.”

I lifted my hand to his face, frowning when it fell limp. I’d streaked blood across his cheek. “I’m really dizzy.”

His eyes were glinting. “I know, but you have to be strong, Katya. You cannot leave me.” His body kept tensing up against mine, like the invisible fist was paying him a visit. “Though Katya’s not your name. You’re Ana-Lucía.”

“Just Lucía.”

His breath shuddered from his lungs. “Did you know that your name means . . . light?”

Light. Sun. I was his sun, and he was my Russian. He’d taken a bullet for me. He’d never booked Ivanna. He loved me.

Máxim rested his forehead against mine, rocking me in his arms. “I’m begging you not to leave me, Lucía.”

Needed to tell him . . . “Te quiero tanto, Máxim. I love you so much.”

Those black dots swarmed again. The last thing I heard was his anguished roar.





CHAPTER 39




Beeping sounds. The smell of disinfectant. Hushed tones.

In some hazy twilight, I knew I was in a hospital. I heard Máxim’s voice, and others’ as well.

Over what felt like days, conversations filtered through my mind to the beat of a heart monitor. I clung to threads.

In one, Aleks was angry with his brother: “We had to f*cking hear about this from Vasili?” Aleks and Natalie had come here? They’d left their honeymoon?

In another, Natalie had asked Máxim, “Is your chest going to be okay?”

“Thanks to Lucía.” He’s out of danger, gracias a Dios. “That f*ck actually had a bead on my forehead.” And Máxim had kept charging forward??

In another thread, he told them about his fight with me, ending with: “This is all my fault. When I thought she would leave me for another . . . I imagined life without her, and I lost my f*cking mind. Couldn’t think or see reason.” He asked Aleks, “Did you know jealousy before you met Natalie?”

“Maks, I didn’t know anything.”

One time, I’d heard Máxim outside the room in a heated conversation with someone. Inside, Aleks had asked Natalie, “Why do these things keep happening to our family?”

“Oh, no, no. The Sevastyans do not get to shoulder this one. Cat—Lucía—never would’ve met Maksim if she hadn’t already been in danger. And I jeopardized myself when I searched for my birth parents. When she pulls through, everything will be better.”

Whenever Máxim was alone, he pleaded for me to wake up, promising me that I was safe. “You lost a lot of blood, but you’ve already started healing. When you wake up, you’ll be as good as new. Please come back to me, Lucía. . . .”

He also took the blame for everything: “You told me ‘don’t do this,’ but I kept hurting you. I drove you away.” Now I sensed he was beside me, alone. I could feel his warmth, even before he took my hand in both of his.

He sat on the edge of my bed with a ragged exhalation. “Solnyshko, you must wake. It’s been four days.”

En serio? I’m here! I could hear him perfectly, but I couldn’t speak. Or move. How frustrating! Why couldn’t I clasp his hand?

Voice thick, he began talking, about everything and nothing. He described the weather and wondered aloud what kind of dog I would like. He talked about trips we would take to fill up my passport. He relayed how awful Vasili felt for his suspicions about me.

I wished I could tell Máxim that I would take the ugliest mutt I could find out of the pound, one with street cred, one no one else would bring home. I’d like to see Cuba and Russia. I wished I could tell him that I understood and appreciated Vasili’s concern. I’d had no identity, could’ve been preying on Máxim. All the man had wanted to do was look out for “boss.”

How could I fault him for that? When I wanted to as well?

Máxim continued, “How will you forgive me? Anything I could possibly do wrong, I did.”

You took a bullet for me, Ruso!

“You can do anything now. You’ll have your life back. You’re so young, and you wanted your freedom. If you choose to leave me, how will I let you go? I couldn’t before.”

I wouldn’t choose to! I needed to tell Máxim that we could work through this, that I was ready to do the heavy lifting in our relationship—but I couldn’t even lift my lids.

“Will you please wake for me?” He raised my hand to press my palm against his face, as if he were starved for my touch. Stubble covered his jaw. Was his cheek damp? “Better things await you, Lucía.”

I was ready for him. I wanted my Russian. I wanted to claim my name again and start a brand-new life. If I could just wake up. I fought to lift my lids.

The heart monitor began to speed up.