Chapter 38: Chapter 38

Ring*

The phone blares somewhere in the room annoyingly rousing me up from the best sleep I could remember. My hand search for the devil's craft work on the table shutting it off throwing it on the bed, flopping back to sleep. Seconds after it blares again, this time I pick it ready to give the caller a piece of my mind. Like what the fuck, it’s called a beauty sleep for a reason.

"Hello." I answer groggily.

"Bitch. Where the fuck is you?" I winch at the caller’s shrill cry, my brows twitch in disarray.

"Who is this?"

"Your dead grandma." Ella? Groaning, I roll my eyes sitting up pulling the covers close to my chest. "Where the fuck are you? I just came out from your room only to be told that your husband came to take you home. How dare you get married without me and who is the husband? It better not be 'I don’t want no family' Russian because I will kill you for giving him such rein over you. Does he know he have his replica growing inside of you?" She kept rambling and if I don't stop her she will not stop throwing questions at me.

"Ella. Ella. Slow down. I’m fine okay and yes, I am with Elijah and no; we are not married. It was a ploy he could leave the hospital with me. I almost got killed after you left." A loud gasp escapes her lips.

"Oh Nia. Are you okay? Do you need me? Should I come over? Tell me what happened." Her words lace in sorrow and remorse. "I could have stayed back." She sounds like she's about to cry.

"Yes I am fine. It was best you left even if we had a fight and I'm sorry about everything in the hospital. I didn't mean it. If anything had happened to you, I will never forgive myself. And yes, Elijah has that in control. How about I call you for brunch or something." I held a hand to my face feeling the need to tear up as thoughts of how I almost got shot dead in the room yesterday. The face of the dead man eyes empty, looking at me as pool of blood gathered around him on the floor.

"Good, Good." I hear a loud shuffling from her background as her soft voice went from soft to husky. "What are you doing? Stop it." She whispers chiding the person in the background. A voice deep and gruff says something to her getting a moan from her. "I’m on the phone." She plea which came out as a desperate mewl getting a groan from her lips, my brows furrow. "Boy get your hands off me. Stop." I hear a thud of something as she mutters shit. "Nia got to go. Bye love you." She quickly hangs up.

I stare at the phone weirdly feeling super awkward with her last conversation. At least, she is about to get lucky. Pulling off the covers off me strutting out of the room in search of my man somewhere around the vintage home.

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"Does she looks different to you?" Alexei probs to Elijah who sat on a significant chair, a leg sitting comfortably hanging off the other. Even when sitting, he looks good enough to eat. Hiding behind the slightly opened door, I eavesdrop into their conversation rarely catching them converse in English when I'm not present.

"No. She looks same." Glancing at his brother then back to the table beside him snatching his phone.

"She does." I press my head closer to hear what they are discussing about me but suddenly they switch to Russian after that and I decided to make myself known. I need to learn this language. Unfailingly.

Making myself known, I sashay towards Elijah whose eyes meets mine in a sexy gaze. His naked torso deliciously on display for my eyes to eat up in gluttony. His tattoos beautifully accentuate from his neck to his abs, a very sexy abs my eyes rapes every second I get a view of him. Wanting to run my hands over his body, kissing each black ink with love.

Crouching low, I bent to kiss him on his jaw dangerously close to his lips. Hearing a soft chuckle from Alexei I turn facing him going over to hug him. His body stiffens not expecting the hug, after a few seconds his hand tap my back thrice, awkwardly. Pulling away, I watch him watch me buried deep in my own thought. Has he never received a hug, like ever? His green eyes looks at me unreadable, I give a grateful smile at him for also saving me, turning away occupying the empty seat beside Elijah.

I met Alexei grinning face who stare amusingly at me. "Alexei." Crazed eyes darts between Elijah and I. Jeez, he needs to be locked up in the most facilitated psych homes.

"To you little miss runaway." Smiling, I look away facing a stoic, grumpy, brooding, angry, mad as hell, hot and sexy Elijah who didn't bait an eye for me.

"Are you mad at me?" Flipping my legs off my slippers, I teasingly place it on his pants rubbing slowly my eyes on his sexy body on display. Inch by inch I drew closer to his thick bulge. "Why are you not saying anything?" Whining I made a pouty face. His hand reach for my foot taking it off him. Okay he is mad. Very mad.

I frown meeting Alexei's Cheshire grin, next Elijah who manipulates his phone which i know he is Not.

"What did I do wrong?" I reach for him again with my hand; he flinches picking his dress shirt fixing it on his body without buttoning it. I bit my lips struggling to keep the heart wrenching sobs in. Don't you dare cry.

Sniffing, I call him softly. "Elijah?"

"You almost died!" He bellows causing Alexei and I to gap in shock. He begins to walk out of the room, hastily I block his path. His eyes glares down at me.

"There it is, the anger I have been waiting for." Chuckling humorlessly, tears pool my eyes but I won't let it drop. Knowing I won't give up he moves across the other side of the room as I follow after him with two things in mind. If I play my cards well, I will get the very angry Elijah fucking my brains out and if I don't, I will get a very angry Elijah storming out of the house to fuck someone else. Nope, he is mine for the fucking. And we will sort this out like normal matured adults.

"Don’t taunt me nia. What were you thinking?"

"I was not okay, and I said I am sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry does not justify your actions Sonia." He mocks me. "What if I never found you? You know how the Mafia works, we always have enemies. And what got you in a hospital?" Dismissing his last question, my foolish eyes goes to his heaving chest rising up and down in sync which he notices.

I need to touch him or I will loose it.

Reaching for him, again, he pulls away. This time I caught him before he got far. Where did Alexei go? Finding just us two in the room. He tries to wiggle off me.

Softly I surrender myself to him. Flushing my body against his, my hand clawing seductively at his exposed abs. "Will you go about snapping and all grumpy at me while you can do something, something much more important." batting my lashes at him, I continue caressing his defined torso.

He groans as my lips trace his tattoos. "You drive me crazy Sonia Vatore." Yanking my head off him, like a daredevil he looks into my eyes hypnotizing me into his grey orbs. His breath goes husky and incoherent. I smile.

Standing on the tiptoe, my lips slam against his kissing him with the strength of a million powerhouse. Fuck! I have missed him so much. "You make me crazy Elijah Vladimir Ivanov."