Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Elijah*

"What do you mean you work in the diner?" The idea of my men lusting after her irks me to my bone marrow. I could just picture herself in the very skimpy dress and boot heels, curls in a high ponytail smiling like she won a fucking lottery. Of course I deserve to be angry because she can be such a fucking tease. Looking at her she isn't anything close to sad or better yet remorseful; rather she size me with her eyes then rolling and looking away like I said the most absurd sentence on planet earth. God knows what they men must have thought in lust about her.

Giving a snarky reply. "Past tense Elijah. Past tense." Still again, her luscious behind sways seductively going to have her seat at the corner clearly not concerned she put me in such fowl mood at same time turning me on which adds more fuel to my fiery heart. Everyday I beat my meat in the shower but that shit never, ever works. I need her.

I need her warmth wrapped snugly around my dick, to feel her nails clawing at my back as she begs for more, to hold her in my arms as I thrust in and out of her watching her face and body quiver from intense pleasure. This thought is not going to help me right now. Stop it Vlad.

Snapping. "I don't give a fuck Nia! Do you know what happens in there? What could have happened to you?" I am really trying so hard to keep my calm but each passing seconds she tends to act lenient about my concern.

"I am not a child Elijah and yes I did know that was your major cocaine distribution and calibre's of thugs under the Russian mafia makes their way through those doors. Of course I fucking know, now stop raising your voice at me like I did something wrong." My blood boils, my veins ticks fighting to pop and my nose flares in anger. Did she just hiss at me? "Why are we even having this conversation? I didn't know you before then so don't even say what I think you want to say." Glaring accusingly at me.

"Food is served. Anyone care to join me?" Our eyes didn't falter even as my uncle came into the room to announce the one thing that makes her happy; instead she glares harder at me in a challenge. She just loves pissing me off.

"No. She is not supposed to eat that and please defer from giving her such foods for the baby sake till we leave."

A sad feeling crosses her face as her eyes waters but in a blink it goes back to her former look but this time sterner and vicious.

"I hate you Elijah." Sitting up she walks for the door.

"Get back here Sonia! Get back here!"

"Get back Sonia!" She mocks me. "Suck my dick Elijah or do your worse because I will eat every piece of that steak and you will do nothing about it. Watch me." She storms off sexily I might add. Fuck, I need to have sex. This shit is messing up with my head.

"Why is your Queen glaring dynamite at you and eating my juicy steak you sternly ordered her not to eat." Looking at him upon realizing he has just watched the HD version of the fight. No pun intended.

Groaning loud, expelling out, I watch as she slice a piece watching me watch her as she takes the morsel into her mouth taunting me, irritating me, disobeying me; our eyes locked on each other. "Because she is a fucking rebel who goes about disobeying my orders.

Irritating me became her best forte." She sticks her tongue out for me causing my uncle to chuckle amused which I don't find it funny. We watch my Queen threaten my existence just with the movement of her eyes telling me she will hurt me if I stop her from eating her steak. Sighing. This is not time for this, I have more pressing matters at hand than a measly annoying standoff.

"Your ma will be proud of you." He says as we keep watching her enjoy her food. Fucking rebel.

"I have to go. Don't let her out of your sight, she is very good at running away."

He smiles. "I can tell." Turning on my heels walking towards the back door his words halts me. "You won't even say a goodbye? I hope you know she will be pissed when she finds out you tricked her to stay here and go fight for the both of your future."

"Better alive and pissed than dead and gone." Monotone, I walk away. It is all for her safety. If I die, then I know she and our child is alive and kept under protective care. I have a feeling Leandro teamed up with the new agent probably to testify against me and have me behind bars for life or to kill me for his witness protection. Albeit, I won't have her in such ruckus especially with the baby in play. Entering my car, I zoomed off.

SONIA*

Very annoying Russian. How dare he question me of my past before I ever met him and to crown the worst version, he commands me like I am one of his men who will follow his orders. He best not come near me till I am done eating or I will just have to stab him with my knife. The nerve he has.

"Come stai amando la mia bistecca?" (How are you loving my steak?) My head snaps to his uncle and my previous boss watching him pull a chair out dishing out his food on a fine China bowl. First him as my boss, then Elijah; what is with me and Russians? I got a tag on me or something.

"You speak italian." His smile reflects that of Alexei the psychotic, deranged locked in a facility brother with the exception of the green eyes. Where Alexei's is green, his is a sharp grey almost like Elijah's. Like I said in my once upon a past, he is one hot Russian with the DILF tag written all over him.

"Italian and six major languages." He answers with a nod sipping from his glass of wine.

"Well your nephew is a piece of shit." I try his intelligence in German creating a huge grin with smooth lines on his face.

"I know." He replies in German.

We laugh it off and once sober I continue. "Excuse my manners but Elijah tends to bring out the worst side of me. My name is Son..." About to introduce myself since Mr fiance is nowhere to be seen to do me the honors, he cuts me off.

"Sonia Vatore and you are the last heir of the Italian mafia, well before you found the other heir and now you carry the Russian Prince in you, on the hunt for your father's best friend who betrayed and broke the omerta. Am I right?" Saying so causally like he is reciting the alphabets, with that little detail I know he knows more than what he gives.

"I think you missed the part I shot Elijah and will still do it again if he piss me off more." Smiling, he shakes his head causing an amused grin on my face. It got silent for sometime as we eat of meal and then he breaks it.

"He let you call him by his name. Only his mother called him that and after the death, he forgot about the name." Solemnly, I look at him not knowing how to answer or appreciate the gesture. Confused, I look away sipping my water.

"I'm sorry." Blurting out.

"Don't be. There's this light I see in him that I thought was gone into forever." My brows quirks up questionably getting lost there. Suddenly the smile disappear giving way to the stoic looking Russian I once knew as my boss. "I know that look but you won't understand. Now eat up." He commands.

What is with these Russians and commanding me around? Sighing exasperatedly, I eat the last of the remains before we move to the den enjoying the peace and quiet just as we chat. It feels nice to actually have a good conversation especially since I cannot recall when last I saw Ella thanks to you know whom; all because he doesn't want me to be stressed.

"Tell me," laughing I look at him expectantly. "how much do you hate my son?" The smiles goes upside down in a frown thinking about this last months with Elijah and how I wish to strangle him, you know, choke him to my satisfaction.

"Enough to kill him everytime he thinks of me as his property." Twiddling my thumbs together absentmindedly. Closing my eyes for a second there loving the way the couch ease my back pain.

"Typical Vlad. And will you still hate him if he dies." Quickly out of reflex, my eyes snaps open.

"He won't die." Saying affirmative and clear because I don't know why he is playing such mind games seeing my condition.

He presses on gazing hard at me in a blank look. "But what if he does?" Ok, this conversation is pissing me off watching him challenge my thoughts with creeping fear.

"He cannot die because he promised me to keep us safe. He will come back to me, to us, because lord helping if he dies on me; I will find him and kill him myself." By the time I'm done with the last sentence, my breathing gets haggard and strained, my blood boils in fume getting to notice my voice rose higher than usual glaring at the uncle who now smiles clearly satisfied with my answer.

"So that is how much you hate him." He confirms, grinning.

"Yes I hate him so much. So much. Happy?"

"Very?" Why did I fall into his trap frowning over the fact I got played by an old man. Looking away in search of Elijah, I begin to wonder if he is still angry about earlier on.

"Where is he?" I pry still searching for him with my eyes.

"Sure you can guess it out." At first I was confused until it dawned on me that Elijah once again played me but I am no plastic doll kept in a safe. He needs to know we are family and have to respect me as his fiancee and baby mama. Furiously, I sit up with an aim to find that Russian.

"Young Miss?" His voice halts me, I pause barely turning to the side. "When you see him do not forget to tell him how much you hate him. The car is waiting outside for you."

Facing front, I put it in mind to tell Elijah Vladimir Ivanov that I hate him so much but despite that, he is the only one for me and we Italians hold our family as a sacred bond.

You cannot get rid of me Papi.