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I needed to be sure he loved me as much as I loved him.
Chapter
Forty-Three
“The rain fell like dead bullets.”
? Scott Nicholson
Volk
“Judging by the smudge on your face, I guess she didn’t like your little surprise,” Alexsei said with a smirk, puffing on his cigar, his legs casually resting on his living room table.
I shot him a hard look, trying to ignore his taunting.
“Don’t worry, she’ll come back eventually,” he continued, enjoying himself. “For whatever reason, your wife loves your ugly face.”
I glanced at my watch and plopped down on his fancy couch, trying to calm my nerves. I had just left Sofiya’s place and needed a drink, so I hit up Alexsei for some whiskey.
Now, here I was in his gaudy, all-marble-and-black living room.
The place was hideous.
“Shut up, Romaniev.”
I took a swig of the whiskey; the burn distracted me from the chaos in my head.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “I’ve been her babysitter for three months. Trust me, she’s head over heels for you. Every time your name comes up, her eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree.”
I clenched my jaw. “She said she needed more time.”
Alexsei raised an eyebrow, blowing another smoke ring. “And since when are you a patient man?”
I glared at him, not in the mood for his sarcastic remarks.
“Alright, alright,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “What are you gonna do?”
What am I going to do?
I had no fucking idea.
For the first time in my life, I was facing a situation I had no clue how to handle.
Part of me wanted to force her to want me, and the notion of abducting her again didn’t seem entirely bad.
But I needed to be sure she was with me because she genuinely wanted to be, not because she was being forced.
I want her to be happy just as much as I want her in my life.
I let out a heavy sigh, frustration settling in. “What would you do?”
Alexsei exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I’d spank her ass hard and make it clear who’s in charge.”
“Already tried that.”
He smirked, clearly amused. “Well, then you might have to get creative.”
I leaned back and ran a hand through my hair. “I just don’t want to mess this up.”
