Chapter 15: Chapter 15
Elijah*
Hearing the rumbling of engine into the driveway I sit up walking towards the door, face hard and angry. What was she thinking when she left without letting anyone know? If she wants or needs to be mad, she should do that in this suite, hell the hotel, I don't give a fuck so far as she is within sight and not out of range. So yes, I'm mad. Yes, I'm angry because she drove out alone in Berlin, a city full of scumbags and lecherous snakes seeking for their own pocket full not minding who gets hurts.
Reaching the doors she marches towards me absentmindedly, a daze look overshadows her usual look but that didn't persuade me from giving her a piece of my mind. When we fight, we fight in this suite; where watchful eyes are on her.
"And where the fuck did you go to?" Gripping her tight on the arm, her face snaps to mine in fright but it wasn't for me. She looks shaken. Something seems off about the way her eyes searches mine; and in a blink it morphs into an angry witch. Angrily, she release herself from my grip snarling away giving me the dirty look. I stood rooted in place watching her sexy petite form sashay into the elevators, hip swinging randomly and that angry look sitting on her face.
Once inside, she turns glaring at me and as the elevator closes she flips the bird at me. Inside I chuckle but on the outside my face remains hard and stoic. I will deal with that stubborn ass later because she is fucking tasting my patience.
"Vlad, moy brat!" (Vlad, my brother!) Alexei exclaims walking to me, a satisfied smile sat on his face.
"Ona kazhet·sya ranʹshe. Gde ty yeye nashel?" (She seems off earlier. Where did you find her?) Moving towards the lounge he follows with my men behind us on alert. Calling the attention of a server with his index placing his order, he gives me his attention crossing a leg over the other.
"Pravda?" (Truth?) His eyes shifts to a group of ladies dinning few tables ahead of us whose eyes were on us whispering and giggling. He laughs throwing a wink at them which I frown
looking away. "YA dumayu, chto ona pytalasʹ ubitʹ bumagu, tak kak ona ne mozhet ubitʹ nastoyashchego tebya. zhenshchin." (I think she was trying to kill the paper you since she cannot kill the real you. Women.) He scoffs amused just then the server place his drink down.
Groaning his disdain, he sucks his teeth eyeing the drink in his hand. "I ya dumal , chto nemtsy delayut khoroshuyu vodku." (And I thought Germans makes good vodka.) He mumbles in our native dialect about how bad the drink tastes and what he will do to kill for a Russian drink. The ladies from earlier passes us by hoping, probably expecting either of us to call them trying so hard to look sexy in their short skirts and flirty winks. So different from my Nia.
That woman is a daredevil, infuriating, cunning that I have learnt in worse ways, manipulative but above all loving. She has the body of an ant but the poise of a tigress. Feisty, hot, sexy, and it drives me crazy all the time. Just that this time she won't win, she will obey my command or her sorry self will find herself on a jet all tied up in the plane to Russia. I don't give a fuck what hell and brimstone she sets loose afterwards. When she is safe and sound and our baby is healthy then she can wage her war against me.
"Have to leave, got a pick up in a hours time." Snapping my attention to Alexei. Buttoning his suit jacket, he sits up. "Ona silʹneye , chem vy dumayete , Vlad . Vy eto znayete , no ne khotite prinimatʹ eto , tak chto prinyatʹ yego legko s korolevoy ." (She is stronger than what you think Vlad. You know it but don't want to accept it, so take it easy with the Queen.) Downs the last gulp and leave for his Bentley out front while I sat pondering on his words.
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What the fuck am I doing? This is our suite so why the hell am I antsy to enter the room. I listen for any sound, silence welcomes me. Taking a bold step I push the door open meeting bright doe hazels already trained on me as if expecting or waiting on me. Closing the door, I step further in fixing my hands in my pockets watching her eyes on me. Just letting the silence dance around us.
"Hey."
"Hey." She replies monotone.
Sighing. "Alexei is gone." Where the fuck did that come from? My brain screams at me.
"Okay." She rolls over playing to sleep. I won't have it. Reluctantly, I walk to the Queen size bed eyeing her teasing form on the bed, my gaze caressing and memorizing every inch of her curves. From the swell of her breasts, her beautiful face, her hips raise at the angle she lay and her pretty curls on the pillow. She will just have to share even if she is obviously mad at me.
Taking my shoes and dress shirt off, my hand goes for my belt, everything on the floor. I lie down facing her back to me.
I didn't like the distance, it irks me to even see the far distance which is only a hand throw away but still I detest it. Ever since she came into my life I became selfish to let her sleep alone because I realized I can't fight my nightmares without her beside me. The Italian mafia Princess became my solace in the matter of months I've known her. I am such a joke.
Her back to me, a frown growing on my face. Angrily I pull her closer to me wrapping myself in her sweet smell and warmth. She begins to struggle.
"Stay." I give a short command which her body betrays her obeying me.
Seconds after I hear soft whimpers as her body quakes in light tremors breaking my heart more feeling her melt into my arms. I don't want her to be stressed especially in her condition. I hate it when she cries. Slowly I caress her soft curves cursing myself once again for hurting her.
"I'm sorry." Nothing. A soft sigh escapes her lips snuggling deeper to me relaxing and soon soft snores tells me she is asleep. Pleased she cries no more I pull her deeper to me. Why because I can never seem to have enough of this woman sleeping beside me.
What has this woman turned me into?
"I will always protect you Princess." I say joining her as I fall into a dreamless sleep with her snuggled to me.