16| I Need You.

With unstable hands, I pull out the phone Dmitri had slipped inside my leather jacket as we entered the club. I bite the bullet and call the one person I know who will still drop everything to come to my rescue at the drop of a hat.

Even if he despises himself for it in the end.

Inhaling a shaky breath with my eyes never swaying from Dmitri, I press the phone to my ear and pray to the Gods that the son-of-a-bitch answers.

"Hello?" He answers on the second ring in a clipped tone.

The words, "I need you," are all I'm able to utter at the moment.

The plea that departed between the grim lines of my mouth only seconds ago, sounded like three very simple and harmless words. But these three words, to someone like me, at a time like this, are effortlessly blurring the lines between life and death.

"Please." I implore, biting back a sob.

He grunts, "I'm on my way." And instantly, I hear his car door slamming in the background.

The second the light comes back on in the office, I yank o