CHAPTER 57
CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.
Family traitor: I heard you rescued Lexy and Millie. Are they okay? Can we talk?
Family traitor: You are being a child, Christian and I’m the child in the family! Do you want to talk about Carissa?
Traitor number two has entered the chat.
Traitor number two: Glad your nurse is fine, Jett filled me in on the situation. Sorry.
Family traitor: Sorry? What do you mean you are sorry, Maximo? Did you get hurt, Christian?
Traitor number two: You are supposed to be asleep, Trouble.
Family traitor: Is that the reason why you left home early?
Russian menace has entered the chat.
Russian Menace: Fucking finally, Max. It’s time I entered the family chat, no?
Family traitor: Dee, you are literally texting from the kitchen. I can hear your laugh from here.
Russian menace: Max told me I needed to handle a certain missus texting instead of sleeping. Malyshka, you are sick, you need sleep.
Family traitor: And I will if Christian texts me first.
Traitor number two: Sleep, Trouble. Now.
The texts were sent twenty minutes ago before I boarded the plane and their love or whatever they call it chokes me to no end.
I rub a hand over Millie’s back and she burps before she slowly falls to slumber in my arms.
Once her snores hit my right shoulder, I slowly bring her to my arms kissing her forehead before I place her back in the portable crib I insisted to be brought along with her belongings.
My tablet’s screen flags with one notification after the other.
Messages from the Five Families. Each one of those greedy bastards inquiring whether I’ll hold my end of the bargain and take my father’s throne.
Each one of them spoon-feeding me with the do’s and don’ts conditions of how I’ll take a step up and snag my throne.
The Chicago news already got a load of gossip about me and Athena.
My engagement is splashed across all media outlets and the process of making calls to run down the rumors is one I’m not about to go through because in some sense it’s true.
Athena Pallis is the final piece in my jigsaw, in my legacy and right now with my head screwed straight to my skull and betrayal reminding me constantly that in mere weeks I was about to give it all up for a woman I didn’t know well; I say ‘fuck it’.
Marry Athena Pallis. Take my throne. Pray to the Good God above that I’ll tolerate the woman long enough to make families with her.
But first…
“Send the nurse to my cabin.” I tap my earpiece, finally placing it down on the table.
It takes a few minutes before sunshine blonde hair appears in my doorway with a guiding hand and I get pissed.
Brenda holds onto Alexia’s right forearm like she’s some fragile porcelain doll imported from Russia.
“Let her walk.”
“Sir-.”
I throw Brenda a glare and that’s enough for her to let go of Alexia and walk the other way with a frustrated sigh.
The little nurse holds the walls like she needs them for survival when the fact of the matter is, she doesn’t.
Her blue eyes shuffle across the room and the downer might be she can’t see me but the better part of my life? I can stare at those blue eyes all I want and she wouldn’t know.
She wouldn’t get to know how I felt on the inside.
“Walk to me”, I growl.
She stops mid-step, her head cocking my way but her eyes straying from me.
“Fuck you!” Her voice spits venom.
“No thank you. I’ve done that once and it cost me my life. So, no to fucking you, Alexia. And you continue shouting and cussing like that and not only will Millie wake up but she’ll be major pissed.”
Her back goes ramrod straight; a few wisps of hair fall on her face as her lips part.
My damn anger morphs into something else that flows straight to my dick and hardens it.
Blind.
Wearing those picnic dresses that show the upper side of her boobs and curves that run for miles.
Barefooted.
Hates my guts.
She’s the perfect epitome of Napoleon. Killer of men. Killer of my heart. Killer of my thoughts because ninety-nine percent of those thoughts linger about her; her betrayal and her sweet taste; her deception and her tight cunt wrapped around my length; her lies and her kisses that would have me kneel for a woman for the first time in my life; her choosing him and the way she makes me want to shield her and tear her apart limb for limb.
“Millie.”
“You breastfed her and left her to Brenda. I guess leaving people is a skill you are honing in nowadays.”
That has her feet moving fast into the room, without minding she might fall, without for a second thinking about her blindness because in reality, blind nurse and not blind nurse, they are still the same woman to me.
“I love my baby! You do not have the right to point fingers at me at not loving my baby.”
“You left her just like Rhett left her, is that how you love Alexia.”
Her chest inhales.
I crash the distance between us eating it like a greedy motherfucker because I can, because I have to.
My hand lands on her collarbone and she flinches taking a step away.
I’m not done with her though.
I lock one arm against her waist bringing her close to me. Chest to chest. Breath for breath. Bosom to my chest.
“D-Don’t touch me!”
“This isn’t touching. You know how touching you should feel like, Alexia. Or should I remind you in case you forgot?”
“Kiss me and I’ll bite your face off, you fucking psycho.”
“Psycho? Is that what you are calling me now? The last time I had you like this you were screaming for me to fill that needy cunt.”
“Gimme my child.”
“Why’d you leave her?”
Her eyes brim with tears but this woman is as fierce as an MMA champ, she’d rather lick her wounds as far away from me as she can than cry before me.
And I want her to cry.
I want it to hurt.
“It’s none of your business.”
“You are both my business.”
“We are your slaves. That’s what we are. You intend to chain us to you while you…you get married to another woman.”
Aah.
There it is.
She knows. And she hasn’t confronted me about it.
“Would that hurt you if I married another woman fucked her so loud, her screams would reach you all the way to your slave chambers?”
“Let me go.”
“Don’t pretend you gave a shit about me, Alexia because that actually makes me feel a whole lot better about myself. Maybe I wasn’t a complete fool at all when I let you in. Maybe you didn’t run away with your ex, leaving me inhaling a hella lot of smoke next to a dead body”, my sarcasm drips and soaks me in red.
Somehow the little brat garners enough strength, finds my face and slaps me.
The slap almost rattles the confines of my plane but I stare back at her my cheat heaving, my blood roaring for me to chain her lips with hers and be angry at her later.
“I didn’t leave my baby”, her voice comes out harsh like a whip, “I don’t want to carry her around and drop her or…”
“Have you ever hurt her?”
“No.”
“Then what makes you think you’ll hurt her now.”
“My condition”, she blurts.
I chuckle, still holding her.
“You are not dead, Alexia. You are not paralyzed. You are not going to hurt Millie with people around. You don’t need help moving around because you are not weak just blind. Temporarily blind I might add.”
I shouldn’t console her.
The irony is I want it to hurt for her but the pain on her face before, guts me.
She shouldn’t cry. Funny. But she can stab me in the back whenever she feels like it.
“Why are you marrying this Athena?”
“What reason do I have not to marry her?”
“Then why are you keeping me around? Rhett’s dead, your vengeance is done. I’m a free woman.”
“You are a free woman if I say so. I’m keeping you around because I feel like it. You tired of having me around, Alexia? Am I not bad enough for you?”
“Little nurse”, she whispers, I hold her chin up.
“What?”
“Y—you call me little nurse not Alexia. If I’m still the same even in my state, then you shouldn’t address me any differently.”
I hold her cheek, she leans into my hand like she is in heat.
“My little nurse died the minute she took off with her unhinged ex. The little nurse I would go easy on, give her dates if she asked for them and join NASA if it meant writing her name in outer space for all to see is gone. The woman standing in front of me is Alexia. Nothing more than any woman I would pick from the street and keep around.”
“I’ll leave if you marry her.”
I smirk.
Then I take her mouth savagely, sweeping my tongue inside her puffy lips. Her tongue curls around me offering me her moans while we are at it. We kiss hard and wet, sinking ourselves into this grave we’d rather dig than fill with earth. You are never leaving me again.
XxX
She’s holding Millie. Her first time obeying and listening to me since I took her from her ex’s clutches.
I catch sight of the runway down below at the airport.
The people who look like miniature rotten apples on a field, greet me from the inside of the contraption I’m in reminding I am back home.
Back to this great land my forefathers conquered and pitched a flag in it like Neil Armstrong.
The plane descends, the runway making us tumble a little bit as the nurse that’s currently in my arms with her child wiggles her ass against my crotch.
I feel her body tense and I push away her hair, eyes on Millie, lips on the column of her mother’s neck.
“Relax, we just landed.”
“In Sicily?”
“Mhmm, now be a good girl and get off my lap before I tell everyone to evacuate and remind you just how good I stretch you.”
“I thought you said you will never shag me, Mafia don.”
I note the careful precision she says ‘shag’ instead of ‘fuck’ because of Millie, but that doesn’t mean my boner subsides.
She hops off eventually.
The door opens and Sicily air slaps me in the face.
That’s not the only thing that slaps me in the face though.
As soon as we all step out and touch the ground of my private hangar, the pack of wolves in the form of paparazzi hound me with questions.
Then like giving a bomb to a fanatic, Athena appears out of nowhere locking her hands around my neck and slapping my lips with her red ones.