Chapter 51: Chapter 51

One last chapter to go guys

He stares blankly at me, not a word came out making it worse to decipher his thoughts. His eyes goes to the white stick before looking at me murderously. My heart beats at an odd pace waiting for his reaction which obviously is not a favorable one, what I hope for.

"Who owns it?" I just want to burst into tears and cry myself to sleep. My eyes glisten at the comment. It was like a slap to my face and a hair yank and not in the pleasurable way he usually does to me. I knew this is what will happen and yet again I hope on the bright side to shine its brightest star on me. It didn't.

I got angry for him to even think I will force another man's baby on him when he knows it is only him. Always him. Wiping away the angry tears furiously.

"This..." Sniffing. "This is your baby Elijah and you know it." Facing him in a standoff. I won't let him ridicule me and our baby. He didn't even have remorse to apologize for his ill choice of words. Fuck him.

"How sure are you it is mine when I have caught you more than once with that boy. Maybe it is..." I didn't let him finish his sentence downing the glass of champagne on him. Tears spilling down my face, I point my index in anger towards him.

"Don't you dare accuse me of cheating on you Elijah. I have never conceited such preposterous idea, ever. So how dare you say that to my face? This is your baby whether you like it or not." Tears spills uncontrollably watching him snatch a napkin wiping his face and dress shirt off the champagne nonchalantly not a tad bit perturb of the words which pierce my heart like a two edged sword out of a Japanese movie.

His face raise up glaring deathly at me. "If what you actually said is true that means I have the right to decide if I want you to keep it. Take it out. I don't want it." He says firmly I almost lost my footing out of sheer shock and disbelief. Shaking my head furiously, I refuse.

"I'm not going to kill my baby. Your baby." Ever so softly I counter his words looking to his eyes boldly even as the waterworks rain down heavily.

He sighs sitting up walking over to my side of the table while I watch him, hate suddenly clouding my eyes. The eyes I once have love for him. He wants me to kill my baby. How could he even say that? I should kill my child for his damn reasons and for what gain. My pains?

"Nia you have to understand, this is the wrong time to bring a baby into this life. You are not ready to be a mother in this crisis and I'm not ready to be a father."

"That is what happens when you have sex constantly without any sort of protection. I get pregnant and now you don't want your child. You have to be ready to be the father because I

won't kill our baby."

"And I can't."

Crying. "Why? He's your son!" I felt my heart been ripped apart piece by piece. It tore from deep inside crushing me on the outside, all I want to do is wail and scream my heart out. Why is he hurting me, us?

"With time you will get to understand why it has to be gone." It triggered a sensory nerve resulting to an impulse where I slapped him hard on the face. How dare he talk about my baby like it doesn't deserve to see this world no matter how cruel it may seem.

Seething to his face. "You are a coward Elijah. A very selfish coward. Get off me!" With that I push him off sitting up. Pacing about a humorless laugh escapes my lips. "You hear me, you are a coward!" Not wanting to be in his presence and done with the dinner date which he ruined. Wiping the angry tears I stomp out to another angle of the boat noticing we were almost about to set sail.

Crouching low at a corner I sat down burying my head between my thighs crying my heart out. Heart wrenching sobs escapes me replaying his words over and over again. Who the fuck does he think he is to tell me what to do with my child? If he is too chicken to take the role then he best be prepared to never see me again because I'm not only carrying the heir to the Italian mafia but also the Russian mafia. And I will protect him or her at all cost.

Final chapter

Last chapterSong, Keely Hawks- gem of love.

Elijah*

She storms off and I have the sudden urge to chase after her but she can be so defiant whenever she gets emotional. I hate to see her cry especially because of me but I don't need no extra baggage. I'm just not the right person to father a child and I can't loose her love for me. Call me selfish. I don't need the past to repeat itself again, I lost my child because I wasn't there for him or her; so what if I'm not here for my baby and she ends up ruining me like Anya did.

Anya was right, I wasn't ready to become a father and she killed my baby. What gives, if Nia has the same motive? That will surely crush me, it's just better she takes it off now and I won't have my hopes high.

Sighing I went in search for her. Looking about the cabin she was nowhere to be found. I need air. Walking towards the dock climbing down the stairs of the boat, a loud groan escapes my lips seeing the name on the screen of my phone blaring off.

"Alexei." He questions about the date and the progress which I told him what just happened. He got mad at my reaction but I have my valid reasons for my actions.

"Ona chertovski beremenna.YA ne mogu proyti cherez eto snova ." (She is fucking pregnant. I can't go through this again.) His voice raise in anger and disappointment countering my words.

"Ona ne tvoya chertovski Anya. Chto ty sdelal? Klyanusʹ, yesli ty ranishʹ yey, chto ubʹyu tebya sam." (She is not your fucking Anya. What did you do? I swear if you hurt her I will kill you myself.) His heavy breathing flares through the speakers, few seconds later I hear him chant a calming technique prescribe by his therapist for him whenever he's about to loose it.

Softly he says in a spoken threat. "She is carrying the heir to the Russian mafia, your heir and you stand there to deny her and the baby yet you say you love her. That girl is the best thing that have happened to you since Ma and Pa died, not me, not Anya, not anyone but her. If she leaves this time, I won't let you go after her and you will never see your child. That I promise you." He pauses.

"If you keep living in the past, letting your fear cloud your mind you will surely loose her. Someone will take over probably that Italian bastard and let your child call him daddy. Is that what you fucking want Vladimir?" My heart skips at the thought of not seeing her again, her

smiles, her anger, her kisses, her touches that calms the devil in me. Then the image of her with that Italian scumbag or any other given male irks me to the core. I won't survive without her, she became my ruin since that fateful night. Thoughts of her carrying my child has always made me want to be a father like the dads I see everyday doing mundane things together. I never had those memories with my pa, as an only child and heir I was raised to take everything, kill or be killed, no emotions because it weakens you and then my half brother Alexei came into the picture few years after. Pa treated him as he did to me, void of all emotions. I didn't want that for my child that's why I was willing to quit the mafia to make a family with Anya who was selfish enough to have the baby aborted because her career comes first.

I was devastated to say the least sworn to never fall in love but most of all to never have a child. And then she came into the picture, I wanted her, I needed her like a fresh breath of air. I crave for the little woman and proud to say she owns me. All of me. What I had with Anya was never love, no; lust is what it's called. With Sonia, I fell hard for her acting like a crazy maniac most times she wasn't with me. She was different, something new, young, very young and I knew I will go to hell after that night I pop her cherry. The passion was there, romance wraps around us, we were lost souls searching to find our bliss, broken, hurt; I fell for her and now we made a child together as a result of that. I wish for it to be a girl just like her mother, fierce, strong and most of all beautiful. Fuck! What have I done?

She is not Anya. She is Sonia, the girl with my heart. I need to fix this.

"Alexe..."

"Excuse me sir. I was told to give you this." A tan looking boy in server uniform gave me a note. In fear she ran away I snatch it from his hand unwrapping the sheet of paper.

Forgetting my brother for a second there going through the writings, my heart sank in my stomach reading the write up.

"I sure hope you told her goodbye when breaking her heart. Remember Vladimir, you may be the world best assassin and the Russian King but no one refuses the great Leandro." It read.

"Elijah!" My head snaps to the boat at the soft call of Nia. Teary eyes I watch her walk to the railings with tears streaming down her face, slowly her hands raise up fear gripping her but me more watching a masked man pointing a gun behind her head. Yanking her back to him, his gun points to me.

"I'm sorry." A beautiful smile grace her teary face. The man behind her tosses a phone to me, catching the phone I fix it to my ears never for once taking my eyes off Nia's scared face.

"I'm here Nia. Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen to you." She bites her low lips sobbing uncontrollably. All my life I have never been rendered helpless as I am now, watching my woman being held at gunpoint. She shakes her head clutching her stomach frightened. My hearts beats so fast knowing I'm about to loose my woman and my child. A child I rejected.

This is all my fault. What have I done? I should have been there with her to protect her. I failed her.

"I love you Elijah, never forget that." Tears spills from my eyes hearing the brokenness in her voice. She gave up, in defeat she looks at me and I couldn't help her. I can't save her.

"Vladimir? Vlad!" Alexei voice rang through the phone in my hand but all I cared is Nia. The masked man nudge the gun to her head causing the tears to spill more from her eyes.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" Seething in anger stepping forward which he quickly points his gun at me firing a shot to my leg. Nia's cries echoes in the night watching me crumble to the ground.

"Stop it, please." she pleas to the man behind her. "I'm sorry Papi." She cries harder now looking at me. In my head I calculate the distance between where I am by the dock and how fast I could reach them up there.

"Don't say that Princess. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you please don't say that. I need you to stay strong for me..." This is the true meaning of brokenhearted. Never in my life have I been scared, let fear grip me until I met this woman who succeeded in letting my emotions run free and wild. "For our baby." At that her eyes glisten with unshed tears another beautiful smile grace her lips.

"I need you to stay strong for both of us. Please." I beg with glisten eyes looking to her beautiful eyes watching her nod in affirmation; but her answer got caught in her throat as the

resounding shot went off the barrel.

Bang*

She gasps looking at me in those loving eyes, I watch as those pretty hazels begins to flutter close as her body slips out of her attackers grip falling to the ground. Screaming her name I ran, I ran so fast with the strength of a thousand horses I never thought I had towards the boat, watching her go in and out of consciousness.

Leandro's voice laughs menacingly through the phone. "And the boat goes BOOM." Somewhere a grenade went off blasting the boat into a million pieces throwing me farther away from the scene. My heart died watching the debris fall around me and into the water.

"Nia!" Silence.