Chapter 13: Chapter 13
Tracing his hand on the curves of my naked body he gives a deep sigh, I fight against myself to question what is probing in his mind. Getting to understand Elijah these days seems less difficult, just let him open himself to me when he feels convenient or if done otherwise we end up having a huge fight which I hate most. My back to his side, hands tucked under my face on the pillow I let my body have its rest after the vigorous sex we had all through the night. I wish everyday could be like this. Have the perfect man by my side, awaiting the day
our baby will be born. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a Vatore or in the mafia and Elijah will be your everyday American sweetheart and not a Russian mafia King. Breathing out with a sigh, if only wishes were horses.
"I have been thinking." Deep velvety voice says sexily placing a kiss to the back of my hair.
Smiling at the softness of his touch. "About?" I mutter snuggling deeper to his warmth.
"Names. Baby names." A huge grin came to my face rolling over facing this perfect face that ends up rendering me speechless anytime his grey pools looks at me or the beauty of his defined jawline and those perfect lips that brings me countless orgasms.
"Baby names?" I retort playfully watching his lips twitch a little causing me to chuckle. I draw close kissing him softly on the lips and pulling away. "There's enough time for that Elijah so let's enjoy it and when that bridge comes we will cross it. Together."
But something seems off about the look clouding his face, like a faraway uncertainty. Or maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me.
"What if there's no time?" My brows furrow in weary. "What if that bridge doesn't come?" Pausing, he breathes deeply as his eyes looks deep into mine. "What if something happens to either of us or the baby?" At that, I sit up shaking my head. Why will he say that?
"Don't say that. Why are you trying to scare me?" Softly I say. He sits up fixing my hands into his leaving chaste kisses on them. Did he know what those words did to my heart? My brain?
"I'm not okay. I'm sorry. It's just that there are some things I haven't been open about. You know, my fears."
Something is definitely wrong, Elijah I know knows nothing about fear. He is daring, intimidating, powerful, asserts dominance but never fear. What is he hiding from me?
"Elijah, is there something that I don't know?" My gaze follows him sit up from the queen size bed pacing about to the room. What is going on?
"Anya is nowhere to be found and Leandro is proving hard to locate. I can't risk anything happening to you."
"I'm here Elijah." Interjecting.
"No!" His voice raise shocking the wits out of me. Sensing my withdrawal his voice goes to normal but not before scrubbing his face pinching the bridge of his nose. Why is he acting weird?
"No. You are not safe especially now." Looking to my stomach.
"I'm fine, our baby is fine. Why are you saying all this now? Is it because of last time he took me? Nothing will happen to us, I promise." Referring to our baby and myself I assured him with a small smile sitting on my face but his face still held that scared look.
"You know I will do anything for you Nia. And in other for that to be successful I have to keep you and our baby safe." Don't say it. Don't fucking say it?
Wanting to rid the fear out of my loud beating heart. "What are you saying Elijah? I'm perfectly fine and capable of protecting our child." Instead my words came out harsh and accusing, anger blazed so fierce I glare at him. Is he trying to say I can't keep the baby or myself safe in the perilous times? That I will openly put myself and the baby at the fore front of any sign of danger.
"Italy is too open for you and my houses in the states has become vulnerable, open to attacks. I booked tickets to send you to Russia. That is the only place I know you will be safe." The manner at which he dismissed my question breaks me. One with finality whenever he is done imposing a command and I hate him for it.
Not wanting to choke on the heavy ball of sob building in my throat, my head falls shielding
my face from his sight tears brimming my eyes. "Why? Why do you always do this to me? That is not your decision to make Elijah."
"Sonia..." My glisten eyes snaps to him in anger sitting up from the bed.
"Haven't you seen. This is exactly what Leandro wants, to keep us apart and you are letting him. Every time we get separated, we fight, this always tends to happen but when we are together we fight it, fight them." His face held remorse breathing deep as I do. Walking to him I plea cupping his face, begging him with my eyes. "Don't send me away Elijah, this is also my fight. It was my family who got killed for fuck sake. I am a Vatore."
At first I thought he would see sense, maybe a tiny hope of reasoning to heed my words but like a switch light it flickers to the stern looking authoritative man whose word rules. Pulling my hands off his face he steps away from me turning his back to me hands deep in his sweatpants.
"It is settled Nia. Don't argue with me." Firm and void of any emotions. It broke me.
Sniffing. Can't he see I'm suffering from all this, that I'm scared and that fear goes away when I'm with him. Can't he see my fear. "And what if something happens to me when you are here fighting my own battles. Have you thought about that?" Not being able to hold back the waterworks, letting it stream down my face.
"You will be in the safest place in Russia and the best team to keep you and our baby safe. From here on, your brother, Alexei and I will handle Leandro and Anya."
"Don't do this please. I need you." Crying hysterically I sit down hating this feeling. Every time we seem to progress, he comes up with a crazy meaning in the sense to protect me. I don't need no fucking safe house or best team; all I need is him. Why can't he see it?
"And I need to keep you safe."
"I am not weak Elijah." He turns facing me watching the angry tears fall down my eyes
glaring at him au dauntless like he doesn't care about what I want or what I need.
"You may not be but I am." Walking closer, his lips connects to my temple pulling away. "You are my weakness from the first night I had you and became my greatest carrying the Russian heir. I'm sorry princess." He leaves the room never for once turning back. In anger, I scream throwing the pillow to the bedside lamp shattering the fragile furniture into pieces.
Gritting."I am no fucking Princess."