Chapter 44: Chapter 44
Elijah and I avoided each other like plagues after the incident that took place, for me I couldn't care less but to Alexei who came daily checking on his favorite couple as he calls us; it was comical for him. Once outside, I became his utmost priority; at home we are strangers
living together. In as much as he was always with me, outings, shoppings, strolling in the twilight or at home, we never said a word to each other. Sitting on the patio with my not so favourite person Alexei whose face held amusement all through watching Elijah entertain his calls few feet away from us with me acting insouciant of his presence.
"I can't believe you did that to Vlad. You are evil." Drinking out of his bourbon glass letting out shuddering chuckles, I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Crossing a leg over the other showing off the dangerous slit on my flowery sundress which rose up high to my thigh. My freshly manicured feet swing randomly on my nude wedge.
"You can't always have your cake and eat it. He can be mad all he wants I don't care." Shaking his head gently placing the glass down he grins.
"This, this is the reason why I don't, never do relationships. It's always a mess." Eyeing him.
"How many times do I have have to tell you. I am not with your brother talk more of a relationship."
"What else do you call what is going on between the both of you then. Friends with benefits." Giving a shrug, I watch his green eyes darts to Elijah for a second flitting back to me. "It's funny how the two of you go about avoiding each other yet the heart says the opposite."
"He's ughhh..." Scrambling through the invincible dictionary in my mind for words that can best describe Elijah. "Annoying, dominating and let's not forget his famous best, possessive." A feigned smile sitting on my face.
"And you are stubborn. Why don't you two talk it out."
"He should go talk it out with his fiancee." I hate that anytime I say the word, it pains me more than it should. My damn mind screaming to me that is my title, it belongs to me because I am the one who owns Elijah's heart.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you." I pout. "Vlad is complicated right from when he was little up until
his parents died. At a young age he took the affairs of the Mafia on his shoulders, its still a wonder he hasn't broken down. I see a new him when he is with you and I believe you can break him." Glancing at Elijah, our eyes meets briefly.
"Tell me Alexei, do you think he loves me?" I know insecurity is a bitch as most times it tends to eat you up from the inside. Exactly what I'm battling on.
"That crazy fucker have me sitting on the soil of Italy for his pretty little miss runaway. The Russian Mafia king risks his life every day here in Sicily and you think that is not enough love for him to you." That is not the answer to my question. Frowning.
"Does he keeps secrets from me that will hurt me?"
"Do you think he does?" Raising a brow at me sceptically. "Better still ask yourself, will Vlad let anyone hurt you, even himself?" How is he getting to turn my questions against me?
Purposely avoiding the question by either being vague or getting to answer it with another tricky question.
"What is going on between him and his fiancee?"
"Ex. Ex-fiancee." He corrected with a disdain look. There is definitely something going on and I need to know or I will surely loose it. "And that my dear is for him to answer." Motioning with his head to an approaching Elijah.
"Vlad my brother." He exclaims in his thick heavy Russian accent smiling like no tomorrow stretching out. "Such a beautiful weather today right? One of this days, I wish to be on a boat sailing on shores of the Mediterranean with a pretty little Latino or two." He laughs emphasizing with his hand swinging in the air that faces the sea. "Maybe just one is right by me." Turning to face me, mockingly. Flipping the bird he chuckles.
"Take it easy on him." Leaving us once again alone. Feeling the sudden urge to cry a comeback or maybe save me; I look anywhere but at the handsome man sitting inches away from me.
"Eat. You need your energy." The devil himself commands.
Eat. You need your energy. Sarcasm disappears as mockery mimics his command internally. How will not I need the energy when you always find a way to drain the life out of me.
Refraining from uttering the words so I settled for glaring at him putting fruits and vegetables on my plate. Complying just for the sake of our baby, I begin to eat.
"I want to do you right but I'm failing at it. I know it's confusing right now, I just need you to trust me." He says.
"Trust comes with responsibilities Elijah, something you are not ready for."
"I know. I know." Cutting him off.
"No. No. Let me finish. When you claim to love someone, when you want to act possessive, when the wheels stirs in your head ask yourself if you are worthy of that person. I love you Elijah, that I cannot deny but if you make me feel insecure, hurt, pained; that, that love will eventually loose its worth."
"What do you want me to do Nia? I'm trying here." He argues. Slowly I stood up picking up my juice cup.
"If this is what you call trying then it is not enough. I won't force you to tell me about her or anything concerning you, just know when I see that my sincerity is been taken for granted I tend to react in the worse ways possible." With that I left pausing once I walk past the slide doors.
"If you know you will eventually hurt me, I will give you the opportunity to come clean because when that time comes, I will kill you myself. Never mistake me for a lenient little girl." I am done putting up with his bullshit.