Chapter 39: Chapter 39
"...That’s all that happened to me the past years before I met you." Resting my head on his chest sitting on the couch, clothed, I might add as we converse about my life. The real me. It felt good to confide in someone the pent up emotions I have been living with all these years. A lonely years Elijah seems to dissipate whenever I am with him. I forget about my fears, my flaws, my regrets, the anger. With him I get to understand the true meaning of an unconditional love. He sighs.
"So what’s the plan?" He asks. Titling my head up to his, he looks down at me our eyes meeting for a glimpse second. Expelling, I lean back on his chest.
"I have to avenge my family Elijah; I made a promise to take back the Vatore Empire after I have killed everyone involved. I know it is not your battle to fight and I cannot ask for more than you have given me but I need you by my side Elijah." Meeting his eyes once again. He nods kissing my head, a delightful sigh escapes my lips, hugging him tighter. Closing my eyes at his gesture, a blissful shiver ran down my spine.
"I am not going anywhere Princess. Besides I have an unfinished business here." He pulls away looking at me squarely. "Do you by chance know anyone by the name Leandro?"
My brows furrow, my brain shuffling through the names I have gotten to know. The name Leandro doesn't click to any.
"Leandro? No." I watch him sit up pacing back and forth deep in thought.
Frustrated, he scrubs his hand over his face letting a deep groan out. I could only sit back and watch, waiting for him to come out of it.
"I am sure you are well aware of the rule guarding the mafia concerning the circle?" Not getting where the question is coming from, I say the number rule my father holds onto after his family.
"No matter the Mafia family, once a debt is owed, the debt must be paid in full." He nods tucking his hands in his pants pocket.
"Yes, that one." He pauses. "There is a problem."
"What?"
"This Leandro came for the repayment of his debt." I don't know why my heart skip at an iffy feels behind the words he said. A shaky breath left my lips.
"And what is his repayment?" I ask shakily.
"You." Fear gripped me. I wasn't afraid that Elijah will kill me, no. I am more afraid of him not paying his debt and the war it will cause. Also the fact I do not know who this Leandro is and who will finish the job Elijah refuse to do.
"I was given a contract to kill you in repayment of my debt." A low shuddering whimper escapes me not wanting to look weak in front of Elijah. Tears fog my close eyelids, sniffing and shaking my head, my lips sucked in my mouth thinking of the many reasons why I didn't get to die with my family that fateful night.
"Do you think he is the one?" My teary eyes snaps open noticing Elijah beside me again. His grey pools this time read my vulnerable hazel looking into his for a sort of hope.
"I don’t know. I can’t say but I know for sure that I don’t trust the cunning weasel." He grits the words out. "Tell me, do you know any one likely to send for an assassination of your family?"
"Can’t say. My father had a lot of enemies. The Vatore's name was feared by all. I can’t really tell."
"Well Leandro wants you dead and he will get it done by me or not." His eyes meets mine again this time I could also read his vividly knowing what he is trying to tell me. Shaking my head furiously, I refuse.
"Don't, don't say it. I won't promise you that. I can’t leave Italy. I- I have to finish this once and for all. I can't be living like this Elijah. I want to stop hiding, not just for me but for my kids." Chirping in the last part watching as his face scrunch in contempt before going back dauntless, dismissing it entirely moving on with the issue at hand. Or maybe he didn't hear me.
"I know. I know. We just have to be careful from now onwards. I can’t take any chances with you roaming around the streets of Sicily. I am still getting more Intel on Leandro." Sitting up, I battle with my inner thoughts how to tell this man that he is a father. Unconsciously, I place
my hand to my belly rubbing absentmindedly thinking of a conventional...
"What are you doing?" He snaps out of the mini trance, cold eyes raking over me. Fixing a feigned smile on my face, I shake my head at him. He eyes me sceptically before continuing.
"Also about the men who attacked you at the hospital, they..." His cell phone rings. Raising his index up. "Excuse me."
"Anya?..." What? Snapping my head to him, he turns his back to me switching to Russian. Why the fuck will she call him and why is he entertaining her call? Once he ends the call, i bombard him with questions.
"Who called you? Is it your fiancée?" I try not to sound angry and mostly jealous. Failing woefully at both as my voice came out harsh and firm.
"It’s none of your business." Oh! Oh! It is none of my business. Now I'm furious.
"You cannot want me to be straight with you and you can’t be straight with me Elijah. That is not possible." Sitting up, I bark at him.
"Nothing. There is nothing to talk about because there is nothing between Anya and I." He deny.
"I just poured out myself to you, something I promise myself not to do with anyone and you mock me with silence. Fuck you!" Screaming at his face. "What is going on between the both of you? I am done being kept in the dark." Flinching in disgust as he came close to kiss me.
"It is only you that matters. I will be back, stay in." Leaving for the door.
"Where are you going?" Stalking after him, I question. "Elijah? Elijah?" I am met with silence and a door closed to my face. My hand forms a fist as my eyes tears up glaring at the closed door.