Intense red eyes gazed up at the silent house. He was there. He had to be.
“I’m coming for you Mogui…”
“Nicholas, can we go home? I’m cold.” Natalie whimpered. Nicholas snapped a sharp retort at his useless Belarusian sister in Russia and sighed.
“Da. Big brother found the little Asian scumbag who thought he could cheat big brother out of his money. Tomorrow I’m going to pay Mogui a little house call…”
The next day, your POV
“Mommy, where’s the boy we brought here last night?” Oliver asked as he hugged your legs. You sighed and set down your mixing bowl.
“Mogui left sweetie.” Oliver’s blue and pink eyes looked up at you, confused.
“Because he’s smart. Little boys and girls shouldn’t go home with people they don’t know.”
“But Mommy, I didn’t know you.” Oliver was getting more perplexed by the minute.
“That’s different. Never ever go with anyone you don’t know unless Mommy says it’s okay first, got it?”
“Okay!” A knock sounded at the door.
“Jacques, can you get that for me?” You called. A grunt was Jacques’s only answer. Seconds later the door was opened. Footsteps came back to the kitchen.
“Who was at the door?” You turned to be greeted by the sight of Jacques being held at gunpoint by a boy not much older than he was. Behind the boy holding your son was a girl with long golden hair and fearful blue eyes. From the way that she gripped her bright pink dress it was obvious that she didn’t wish to be in your house.
“Where is Mogui?” Asked the boy holding your son calmly.
“Mogui? He left last night.” You responded.
“Lies,” the boy hissed, “I know he stayed here.”
“I offered him a place here but he refused. I don’t know where he is now.” The girl tugged on the boy’s gray jacket.
“Nickolas, I think the lady’s telling the truth.” The boy, Nickolas, turned his head to the girl.
“Did I ask what you thought Natalie?!” He snarled. Natalie shrank back and while Nickolas’s attention was diverted Oliver snagged the gun out of Nickolas’s hand. No longer in danger, Jacques wrestled and pinned Nickolas to the ground.
“Our mother doesn’t lie. The kid you’re looking for left late last night. About two hours before you came to case our house,” Jacques spat.
“He’s right,” Mogui said from the doorway, “I did leave last night.”
“Mogui, what are you doing here?” You asked. Mogui looked at your, red eyes full of unfathomable emotions.
“I came back to warn you that there was a Russian on my tail. Guess I came a little late to the party.”
“Get off of me!” Nickolas ordered. Jacques looked at you, asking for permission. You shrugged. Jacques got off of Nickolas and went to stand by you.
“I will tell you what I told you’re minion, I’ll give you the money when I have it. Until then,” Mogui walked over to you and touched your shoulder, “I call sanctuary.” You smiled.
“So you decided to take me up on my offer after all.”
“Only because he’ll kill me if I didn’t.” Sighing, you turned your back on the children and went back to making breakfast.
“Gee, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted.”
“What’s for breakfast?” Nickolas demanded. You spun to face the ten-year-old intruder.
“When. Is. Breakfast?” Nickolas repeated.
“You’re joining us?” You asked.
“Until Mogui pays me back, I’ll be staying here with my sister, Natalie. Rumor has it that you’re hosting an open house for orphaned drifters. My sister and I fit that description perfectly.” Perhaps in the future you would need to put restrictions on who you let into your home.
“Alright but no fighting, no blood, no cursing, no bringing people here, and no trying to kill each other while in the confines of my home.” Nickolas considered your conditions before nodding.
“Deal.” It would appear that you had three more mouths to feed.