CHAPTER 52
ALEXIA GREEN.
Okay, the sex was definitely the best I’ve ever had in a while.
Not in a while. Ever. He was the best sex I ever had, period.
Something about being tossed around in bed and being pummeled had me jutting my ass out like a cat in heat for his touch, for more and for all the crude words he had to say to me.
That didn’t mean good and steamy sex could erase the feeling of waking up to an empty bed though.
“Something came up.” That’s what Jett says when he shows up at the mansion that definitely smells of sex with Brenda and Millie.
I put up a brave face.
He could have woken me up and told me what came up but this is Christian we are talking about and even with great sex, the man answers to no one even me.
I take a shower in his mansion and every touch of the hickeys he left on me elicits a breathless moan from me. Because that’s how I feel.
Breathless. Taken aback. Subdued. Dominated thoroughly. And I liked it.
Jett and Brenda don’t ask about the hickeys on my neck that are still exposed even after wearing the itchy turtle neck dress that Brenda brought with her.
Them not asking and pretending everything is normal almost makes me feel fine.
It’s fine. So, what if you woke up to his come dripping out of you and wishing you guys would have a shower together afterward?
He’s not that type of man.
But why don’t I feel fine even after me and Brenda sit outside Café Croissant a few minutes later with my baby playing with my thumb?
“He’s gone now, so spill young lady. How was the sex with Chicago’s most feared XY chromosome?”
Brenda asks after Jett goes inside the café to get our orders.
“Good.”
Brenda nearly murders me with her gaze as she lifts her hands in mid-air unbelievably, “What? You can’t just say it was good like you hooked up with some dude bro from the subways. You had sex with Christian freaking Volkov! Wait, did he not make you-.”
“He did”, I huff, my core sore and throbbing, “he made me come lots yesterday, I didn’t think my body could go to such limits but he proved me wrong.”
“Oh honey, then why do you look like you didn’t get some big D yesterday?”
I chuckle, flipping her off.
“No one calls them D anymore, Bree. You know that right?”
“You are not denying it was big either. Wink. Wink.”
“Stop”, I blush readjusting Millie’s beanie.
My sweet little baby. Looks like I betrayed you too, Millie. Mommy couldn’t say no to the mafia don’s big D.
Christ, calling it D feels weird.
“All I’m asking is, you got some yesterday and I know it’s been a long time and also judging by the caveman marks he left on you, he enjoyed it ergo you enjoyed it too so again what is the problem, woman?”
“He left. Without a note or something, I’m not saying we are in some romcom or anything but is asking for a simple note a little too much?”
“Does he know that it wasn’t a one-night stand? Did you talk about it?”
“Well uhh he did kinda say my vajayjay belongs to him now.”
Saying vajayjay in front of my kid is probably better than saying pussy or risking the people who are also having coffee while sunbathing outside this small café hear me.
“Shut the front door! He went all caveman on you? Like you are mine and all that stuff? Where is that bulky bodyguard with our orders, I think I might need more ice cubes in my latte because this just got hot.”
“Brenda-,”
By the time I tell her it wasn’t that special if he left at the crack of dawn like he was all done fucking a stripper for a night, Brenda pushes her chair back and stands up.
“I’m getting us dessert with that latte and you are spilling every little detail about your night. Every detail, Lexy.”
The tumultuous exhilaration I feel as I watch Brenda sashay back to the café to hurry up our orders and come back to listen to gossip, sexy gossip no less brings a warm sensation to my chest.
I never had this before.
A girl best friend to rant about my adventures in sex with mafia men? Never would have seen this coming.
I trace my finger over Millie’s baby-soft forehead, she likes it when I do that.
She gives me her smile, cooing as her toothless gums stare right at me.
“You like the sun? I like it too, baby. I like us always hanging out like this even if the mafia don isn’t with us today.”
She grabs my thumb taking it into her mouth like a greedy cute monster.
“Life’s been good to us, Millie hasn’t it? We are eating enough in nowadays and look at you, girl. You have an aunt now. Do we love Aunt Brenda? Oh yes, we do. Yesssh we do, baby.”
The chair where Brenda was seated is dragged away as Brenda occupies it.
A heavy sensation drops like a lead weight in my stomach as I raise my eyes to see who sits in front of me.
It isn’t Brenda.
It isn’t Jett.
With a creepy hat and all dressed in lethargic black, animosity blazes between me and him, fanned by years of cruelty and his lies.
A spark of something dangerous lingering in his eyes is what has me wanting to stand and run in a different direction.
“Don’t even think of running away, baby doll. Is this how you greet your baby daddy, Lexy?”
His paper-thin stunt at humor curbs my throat with invisible claws and churns my stomach with bitter bile.
“You are not my anything, Rhett”, I dish out the venom as my ex and I come at loggerheads.
Millie holds my thumb tighter like she can feel the change in atmosphere, like she can feel the dangerous thudding of my heart.
Because that’s how it sounds.
Thud.
Rhett’s eyes slide over my face, his green-brown eyes holding me captive and paralyzed in fear.
Thud.
Rhett reaches out to me and places his cold hand on my right cheek wiping the perspiration I didn’t know I had since he showed up.
Thud.
I pull my cheek away.
Adrenaline shoots inside my body in lethal doses encouraging me that the time to fight or flight is now.
“Is that so? Because what you are holding is mine, doll. Don’t forget that. It took two to tango, it took us two to make her.”
“Don’t talk about her. She is not yours, you never wanted her! You don’t even know her name!”
“I’m sorry”, Rhett says and it feels like all the air has been knocked out of my lungs with a lead anchor.
This man might have seven-day stubble and have grown his hair out, accentuating features many women would think is hot, but I see him for what he truly is.
And what he is, is a monster. A deranged psycho conjured up from the depths of hell.
This psycho will never change.
“I don’t want your sorry, I don’t want you near me. Leave me and my baby like you did before.”
“I can’t do that, doll. You know that saying where you know you love her after you let her go? I love you, doll. I want you and our child back.”
“You are crazy.”
He chuckles then irrational anger bottles inside of him you can see it in his face.
“Crazy for you? Yeah, I am. Crazy about how that piece of shit dragged you into this? Yes. Fifteen minutes I had to sit here listening to the fatso you have for a friend ask you how good sex was with Christian Volkov.
It doesn’t matter, though. He forced you to do it, doll. I get it and that will be the last time he ever touches you. You are with me now.”
How could I not have never seen his craziness up until that night when he handed me to his friends?
Right now, his craziness is a bright screaming yellow that could blind an old man with astigmatism.
“You think he forced me? Forcing me would be what you did to me. Remember that, Rhett? Remember that night when I cried to my boyfriend to help…to save me from his friends?
He didn’t force me to do anything. I opened my legs for him wider than I ever did with you because Christian Volkov is more of a man than you will ever be.
The irony is, I would get kidnapped by him over and over again and never regret it ever.”
Resignation and anger sculpt his mouth into a humorless smile,” Stand up, you are both coming with me.”
“No. Never.”
I grit.
“Yeah? You want to play with me, Lexy? Right after I just apologized for all the shit I did? Fine, let’s have it your way. How about a game of Russian Roulette then?”
Dread curdles in my throat.
“W-what do you-.”
“In front of us, do you see the granny with the falling wig? The one dressed in awful yellow? Look at her cheek.”
My throat constricts as I look at the Granny’s cheek. The one laughing at something the younger woman is showing her on the phone. There’s a red dot on her.
Oh God, is that a…?
“One word from me and the sniper I have on hold snaps her fake dentures off her mouth. That’s one person who dies if you don’t cut the bullshit and walk away with me right now Lex.”
“Stop- “, I sob.
“Let’s move on. See the kid eating chocolate croissants by the left table with her even more adorable parents?”
“You wouldn’t…you wouldn’t kill a kid.”
“Don’t tell me what I’ll do and what I’ll not do when I’m pissed off, doll. I love you but do you think listening to you boast about how good of a slut you were to another man makes me happy?”
“What do you want? W—why are you doing this to me again?”
“Because I need you the way I need oxygen, Lex. That’s why. Walk away with me, you, me and our child will have a good life together. Fail to walk away and everyone here dies including your two pals unconscious somewhere inside that café right now.”
Brenda? Jett?
“Rhett please-.”
“I’m not an evil man, baby. I came back with a lot of power to change our lives for the better. All I need is a yes. Tell you what, I’ll even let you talk to your captor one last time. That’s how generous I feel.”
“Rhett-.”
“Call him. You want to tell him what’s going on right now, be my guest but I hold the power, doll. Take out your phone. Call. Him.”
I take my phone from my purse with trembling hands, my eyes doing the begging, my Millie starting to cry out of concern.
The phone against my ear, Rhett holding the power, I dial Christian’s number and I try to speak my heart out.
“Whatever happens, being with you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t care whether you are the same grumpy asshole who never smiled before and stole me from my home. You made me live more than anyone ever has. I-I lo-.”
I don’t get to finish my words because Rhett yanks my phone away from me cutting the call.
He hugs me from behind, his hand touching Millie’s forehead and Millie sobs.
She sobs just like how I sob at my helplessness and the chain of events repeating itself again.
Me and Rhett.
Rhett and me.
Pain all over again.
His disgusting lips bite my earlobe as he says, “Boom! And there goes your man. Dead, burnt to ashes and I’m still here.
I’m always here, doll and I’ll be better. You’ll love me again and we’ll be happier than before. Get up, Alexia. You know the drill, do anything crazy and the next bomb won’t target your boss alone but an entire café.”