Chapter 24: Chapter 24
Don't you just love poking the Wolf's tail; watching Elijah's face contort into that of an angry wolf. A playful smirk on mine awaiting his wrath. He yanks me by my arm pulling my face to his level. Our eyes meet in a standoff, his aggravated while mine held amusement. I may not be back home reclaiming my father's empire but I am still a Vatore's Princess, and no one will refuse me not even the head of the Russian Mafia.
Kirill came to whisper something in Russia to him. He frowns pulling me along with him to the VIP lounge where stern looking faces locked gaze at me. Maybe because they haven't seen Elijah drag a lady by her wrist or because the lady looks special to the Russian King to be brought into a man's meeting.
"Lyubaya sekunda dolʹshe , i ya rasstrelyayu vashi glaza cherez svoi neschastnyye rozetki." (Any second longer and I will shoot your eyes through your miserable sockets.) He growls making them shift uneasy.
Why do I have a feeling somehow, someone is jealous. It won't take a soothsayer to understand what he said to the men looking anywhere but at us. Growing a grin on my face, I let him pull me along getting to a distinctive plush seat. Taking a sit he pulls me down beside him. I catch a frown on his face glaring as my skirt raise higher then back to the men in the room. I almost felt bad for his teeth gnashing against each other but that serves him right. In other to pacify the angry wolfs eyes, I took his hand in mine crossing my legs over the other before place it on my exposed thigh. That seem to dissipate his anger but the moment he faces back to the dark looking men, his face contorts back in anger. I think this is his conventional look.
They began speaking in Russia, Elijah commanding forces and words to the men who looks meaner and grimmer than he is. Still yet, his power eludes like that of an alpha taking command and control but Elijah didn't just take command and control; he seized it and woe to the person who disobeys him. Okay, aside me.
Sitting besides him made me feel like a Queen, watching him speak his native tongue fluidly having me wish I learnt this beautiful commanding language. Even with something mild,
Russia makes it come out powerful. Their meeting went on for few more hours and soon came to a close. Giving their respect to Elijah, they left one after the other.
"First you have my two most trusted men in the claws of you hand and now my second in command." He says standing up assessing my profile.
"What can I say? Everyone loves a pretty face."
Seeing that my face held no sort of remorse, he drags me out bypassing Alexei leaning on the wall looking fine as always watching us in a daunting gaze, Ivan and Kirill who held stoic faces looking anywhere but their boss and his, his...wait a minute; Who am I to Elijah?
"Elijah? What are we?" the words fly out of my mouth before I could stop. With the look on his face, I know he didn't expect such question.
"What?"
"You know, Us." I emphasize between both of us.
Scrubbing his hand all over his face, he groans. "Is it important to you?"
"I just need to know if I'm going to be your fuck buddy, mistress, baby momma or whatever they call it."
"I can't promise you a lifelong commitment Nia." the coldness in his voice literally freeze my heart. I gulp giving a nod in understanding but I am very far from understanding any word he spoke.
What does he mean by that? He could wake up one morning and send me packing or we will keep floating on whatever fantasy this is called. Doesn't he want a family? A cute little girl or boy?
"You look distraught." catching the look on my face he comes to sit beside me.
Looking at him I ask. "Do you ever want a family?"
"No." I gulp. "I hope you understand." His voice softens placing a soft kiss on my hand.
"Will you tell me what happened between you and Anya."
"It's none of your business Nia, and I mean it." he stood up strutting towards the wet bar pouring himself a drink. "We leave for New York tomorrow." He never dismissed a topic as fast as he just did. It made me feel there's a tad bit of hidden feelings lurking around which didn't sit well for me. I watch him enjoying his drink with his back to me, one question probing my mind.
Will I ever be more than a possession to him?