Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Quietly, hugging myself I walk out of the room to the den, silence welcomes me. Wrapping my night coat tighter on my waist, I move towards the balcony taking a breather. I can’t
believe he said to me he wants to go fuck another woman to my face. Was it to make me jealous because if so; it’s definitely working. If I am such a bad girl, then why keep me here? Why kidnap me to New York? Why go through the stress of getting me back? Showing me he cares under the charade of lies. Why do I even get mad at the thought of him with another woman other than me?
My hand grips the iron railing squeezing tight at the lucky girl. Maybe this is what he does. Sleep with girls at his clubs, kidnap them and then discard them for a new chase. Is he fucking her now? Is she screaming and moaning his name? Are they screwing each other’s brain out? I hope they both rot in hell.
"And why is a frown on that beautiful face of yours?" I turn to see the brother walking to join me by balcony holding a drink pulling a chair out taking his seat in a knowing grin. I frown.
"Yeah, I don’t like you." I cross my hand over my chest not liking his very presence with me.
He tips an invincible hat at me causing me to look back in the suite. "Me neither, but here we are with me babysitting you." he groans in delight crossing a leg over the other on the table.
"Where are Ivan and Kirill?" I question walking to seat still glaring at the deranged brother.
"Oh you mean your puppets." He chuckles sipping from the glass in his hand. "With Vlad obviously."
Of course. I thought internally. Noticing the annoying grin on his face. "Go away…" forgetting his name but he dives in for the save finishing my sentence off.
"...Alexei." He stood up walking towards the railing looking out to the city of New York before facing me leaning on the iron rails.
"You know I have been meaning to see you? What did you do that have Vlad acting like a love struck puppy?" he says as if it's the most vile thing that came out of his lips. How I want the railing to melt away so he can fall to his death.
Flipping my hair dramatically, I gave a smart comeback. "My better guess will be my bomb ass pussy. Your boy couldn’t resist anymore."
He watches me a second longer before a creepy smile crept on his lips. "I’m never going to be bored around you."
"Besides if he truly is mad over me then he wouldn’t leave me high and dry to go fuck someone in one of his sex clubs. I just hate him." I didn't intend for it to come out sounding bitter but it did and I hate myself also.
Bursting out laughing, he walks back to seat beside me.
"Look at me." I did. "Now say it like you mean it... With more volume." he emphasize.
"I hate Elijah."
"Hmmm." he drawls out examining my reaction. Motioning with the drink in his hand, he asks. "Do you feel better now you lied to yourself?" I groan exasperated.
"Ugh. You’re not helping Alexei." he chuckles amused.
"I’m just saying. It’s so noticeable the sexual tension bouncing off both of you. Funniest part is the attraction you both hold on for each other. What is it you Americans call it; cringy. Why not give it a try?" his thick Russian accent continues.
"He’s just so…bossy." I say.
"Bossy?" His face scrunch in a cute way which I giggle.
"Controlling, possessive, dominating. We are just not right for one another. I don’t know what he sees in me."
"I’m sure there’s something special." he says with sass to which I gave him a pointed glare. He smirks sipping his drink. "You are not helping him that’s all. It may not be perfect but I’m sure he is trying for you. So why can’t you?"
"He is a mafia." stating the obvious. "I’m always going to be a target." Laid truth.
"With the way I see things, Vlad will kill for you. He won't let no harm come to you." Rolling my eyes.
"Famous last words."
"Vlad has true intentions." I look at him skeptically as soon a funny smile crept on my face. Now it’s his turn to look weary.
"Here I thought we are enemies."
"Oh we are enemies." He stood up buttoning his jacket swiping invincible wrinkles. "I don’t keep friends." he smiles down at me.
"Mmmh." I drawl playfully getting a soft chuckle from his lips.
"Now go to bed. We have an early flight tomorrow."
***
Mostly sleeping through the long hours of flight on Elijah thigh in his private jet. The feel of his hand wrapped around me in comfort made me feel protected, cared for… loved. A feeling which became foreign to me, he brought it all back. Alexei is right. Maybe I should give the
reins to someone else, stop the fight and let my battles be someone else.
His fingers comb through my hair. "Nia. We are here." I roused up drowsily at his soft whispering.
Sitting up, my fingers comb through my hair catching his hypnotizing gaze. A ghost smile on my lips making me blush. He looks down at me ever dashing in his baby blue dress shirt and navy blue pants.
"You ready." I nod taking his hand that helps me up. Putting on my black shade we step out of the jet facing the all black tinted Range Rovers waiting for us.
He says to my ear. "Welcome to Russia Princess." I feel my lip twist into a smile.