Chapter 39: Chapter 39

"It's all about partnerships. Forced partnerships don't make good marriage."

-Allan Milbradt-

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Edgar's P.O.V

What have I done?

Why did I tell her to go? Why did I let her go? Why did I let that bastard take her away?

How can I do that?

I just realized it all when they left yesterday, it was like something clouded my mind, and when I finally thought about everything, she was already gone.

And now I am left miserable.

I have accomplished my life long goal, to kill Pietro, and thus he is dead, I should be celebrating it, but no, I am not celebrating it at all, not because I'm not satisfied enough, but because something is missing, and I know what it is.

Phoebe. Yes, I admit. I miss her, without her by my side, I cannot feel the same kind of relief when she is nearby, I can feel myself slowly turning back into my old, miserable self, she is the only person who can tame me and bring out the good in me, and yet, for a brief anger of feeling lied to, I had to shout at her and push her away from my life forever.

It has been a whole week since she is gone, one whole week that feels like forever.

Someone opens the door to my office and it closes with a loud bang, I am sitting in front of the window which is basically facing my back toward the door, making me unable to see who enters, but it doesn't take me long to know.

"Edgar Romanov! I don't care who the heck you are, but how can you let my sister go just like that, you bastard!"

So noisy, her voice is irritating my ear. I turn my chair and see her with a really angry expression. I can hear some running steps behind her and find Nikolai standing beside her, trying to catch his breath.

"I tried stopping her, but her legs are made out of steel."

"It's okay, Nikolai." I tell him as I signal my hand to dismiss him, and he leaves after leaving some sort of meaningful glance at her, as if he is trying tell her something and stare at me in a "don't hurt her" kind of stare.

"What? Aren't you supposed to be happy now that your dearest little sister is back to a safe place?"

"How can you!? That man named Henri is crazy bipolar, and I mean it in a bad way, he is going to propose to her and the moment she rejects him, he will snap and horrible things may happen to her, how can you let my sister suffer with him?"

"Wow, wait a second, are you saying that they are not engaged to begin with?"

"No, of course not! My sister doesn't like him that way, they are not engaged."

That bastard, he lied to me.

"Remember Edgar, I know that you may think she is safer there now, if that was ever your intention, but believe me when I say she is not, she has managed to live with him when his parents were still around, and she moved out a few years ago, but now that his parents are not around, who know what may happen? He is obsessed with her, I can tell it, ever since we were younger, he always followed her like an obsessed dog, and he wouldn't take no for an answer."

She sighs before her eyes start turning glassy.

"I know that even though you are a horrible man, a bit of a sociopath and even a killer, you will never hurt her, and call me selfish all you want, but that is all I care about."

"Okay, that's enough, Elodie." Nikolai appears out of nowhere and he gently grabs her shoulder to take her out, she doesn't even bother to fight back because she knows she has had enough talking.

When she is gone from the room, I decide to release the built up anger inside and I groan loudly as I punch the wall, leaving a visible crack mark. I look at my own hand, it's bleeding and bruised. Usually, if Phoebe sees this, she will immediately go and grab the first aid kit and tells me to stay still as she take care of my wound.

Even the little memories and things she left behind keep on haunting me.

"I swear, I am going to go crazy if I keep on living like this." I say as I get out, and when I am about to rush outside into the living room, I find Viktor and Matvey with a bottle of beer and they are looking very cheerful, I guess they are still celebrating my life long victory, these two are certainly loyal, I don't doubt that now.

"Hey, Ed, want to take a shot?" Viktor pours some of the beer into the shot glass and he stands up to hand it at me.

"No, I don't feel like drinking" yeah, the last time I got so drunk, Phoebe was there, she saw everything, and -

Dammit, I think about her again.

"What's wrong, man? You should be celebrating it, we are going to party for like, I don't know, seven days straight, let's get loose for once man, it's over."

"No, Viktor, I say I don't want to" I say with what I suppose is my grim reaper face, it never fails to scare even the toughest of my men.

"Okay, okay, chill, really, you are becoming more grumpy lately, man, I guess it's because of her, isn't it?"

I remain silence, yes, what he is saying is true, it certainly is.

I lose my mind when she is not around.

"Hey, this is just a mere suggestion, But I think you should chase after her." Matvey speaks after staying silence for a while, listening to our little conversation.

"You mean I should go to her and apologize or those kind of stuff, are you mocking me?"

"Drop your pride for once Edgar, i know you love her, you will only get worse if you don't, you need her in your life, admit it."

Right, I need her.

I need her.

I run outside, ignoring Viktor and Matvey who is screaming for me, I know, they are worried I would do something crazy, but they cannot reach me before I get inside my car.

I quickly gets out from the mansion and call one of my man to prepare my private jet, it's spontaneous, and it's so not my style, I always do everything planned, rationally, but not now.

I take the car and drive to my private jet's location which takes fifteen minutes from my mansion, and i have to get through the traffic which makes my drive there even longer.

I'm so desperate right now, I almost can't believe myself.

As soon as I arrive there, I get into the private jet, and tell the pilot to drive me to Paris, I don't care if I have to beg her to come back to me, or even if I have to kill that Henri guy to do that.

I don't care, all I care about is getting her back.

I arrive in Paris, and quickly use my phone to track her whereabouts, it's not going to be hard because judging from what Elodie says, she is going to be at Henri's house, so I locate his house and grab a car to go there.

I prepare my gun, and I insert the ammo, in case I seriously need it, I hold it tight to myself, this is my way of trying to calm myself I mean, I always have it nearby no matter what, what do you expect?

After what feels like forever, I finally arrive in Henri's mansion. It's not bad, but it's not as big as mine.

Whatever, I'm here for Phoebe.

I'm going to take my woman back.