CHAPTER 70
ALEXIA PALLIS.
Disappointment chews me up and spits me right out.
It’s been two days with me being immobile.
And with two days, I’ve been with Millie and she’s been so fussy since she started teething.
Right now, she’s asleep and I gaze outside the window, loving the fact that I can see the sunrise again, I finally have a part of me that I thought I lost forever.
But with eyes comes the disappointing part.
I see him walk to his car, get in and leave the premises.
For two days, I have only seen him through my window and that’s when he’s leaving the house.
Christian comes back to the house late at night when everyone is asleep.
He doesn’t come to his room though.
And I’ve been occupying his room since he put me in it.
Technically me and Millie have been in his room.
He doesn’t sleep inside here which has me worried.
Where does he sleep then? His study?
Here? When I’m asleep? But even I know that’s not the case.
I’ve been sleeping naked in hopes that he will barge through my door at night and kiss me, fuck me, just do something that means he still sees me.
And yet, nothing.
He never spoke to me since the Athena incident.
I know he is mad.
He wanted to kill Athena, I stopped him.
And looking at it from his perspective, it seems like I chose Athena, my sister, the woman who kidnapped me and wanted to sell me to Junior, instead of him and our baby.
Because that’s the truth.
I put myself and our baby in danger by standing in front of him while he held a gun.
For that, I’m sorry but it seems like he’s done with me.
The only thing holding me here is our child and that makes me want to sob.
Just like old times, we are back to being strangers and I hate it.
I hate him.
The door behind me creaks open and I wipe the tears I didn’t know I had on my cheeks.
“Oh girl, you can’t stay cooped up in your room forever and I’m not telling you, I’m ordering you.”
I turn to face Cat and then Brenda enters a minute later with a tray of breakfast.
I take a look behind my shoulder one more time, my chest tingling with emotions.
“Is he always working?” I ask.
Maybe he doesn’t have time to stay in the mansion.
“Well, he’s the Cosa Nostra so…”, Brenda tattles before Cat slaps her shoulder lightly.
“That’s it. We are going out tonight. A girls’ night out for the three of us ladies.”
“I don’t think Jett will want me gone, there could be an eme–.”
“We are going out tonight and that is final! And before you both ask me if we’ll even be allowed to go, we are free women and it is a free country. Our men do not control us.”
I bite my lip gazing at the woman who’s so unlike her brother and chuckle, “Speak for yourself, sister. You’ve got two men.”
I’ve got none.
Brenda chuckles and together we all laugh quietly.
Well, you know ‘fuck this’.
Christian barely remembers me.
I have girlfriends now who want to hang out with me.
I deserve to live.
“What about Millie?”
“I’m sure Max and Dee won’t mind”, she says.
Brenda looks at her like she’s gone crazy, “Your men love you and I get that but you give them too much credit. One’s a Bratva leader, the other is an Italian mafia enforcer. What could go wrong with a baby?”
“Well Maximo has taken care of Millie before.”
Both women stare at me with wide eyes.
“He has?”
“Yeah, when I was back in Russia. He said he liked it.”
“He did?” Cat asks amazed, “I think I love him even more.”
“So, you are all in?” she asks.
“Yes!” Brenda and I both say.
What could go wrong?
XxX
“No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“None of you are leaving, Trouble. Not in those dresses you are not.”
“Dee?”
“I’m agreeing with Maximo on this. No, malyshka.”
Cat takes my arm and interlocks it with hers. She does the same with Brenda’s.
Jett throws Brenda a glare which is funny because he looks like a mama bird holding Millie and the broccoli she’s chewing.
“I don’t need your permission to dress however I want and neither do I need your permission to dress however I want either.”
“Trouble.”
“Brenda, Lex and I are going to have fun tonight and you all are going to stay still watch Millie and bond over football, whichever you prefer but we are leaving.”
By the time Maximo opens his mouth to say something, Cat drags me and Brenda out of the front door.
“That was so ballsy of you”, I compliment.
“Ballsy? You haven’t seen ballsy, Alexia. We are going to walk them like dogs, Lex. My brother included. You ready?”
I don’t know what she means by that but yeah, I guess I am.
***
The downside of being pregnant was I couldn’t get drunk.
Such a bummer.
The upside of things was that, Cat, God bless her, had bought some pheromones perfume from some voodoo lady who had promised her it was legit and worth it.
She sprayed it on me on our way here. Spraying just a little on Brenda and herself.
I thought it was water not gonna lie.
A thousand dollars for a supposed Arabic perfume that had pheromones sounded like a rip-off.
Spoiler alert it wasn’t.
“Where have you been all my life, Bellissima?”
His chest meets my back.
He is not the only man who’s been drooling over me tonight.
I’d like to say it’s the cocktail dress I’m wearing but I think it’s the perfume because Brenda has three men dancing around her while she giggles and shies away.
I ignore Pedro, Paulo…I think his name started with a p or ended with a p, I can’t remember.
All I do is close my eyes, gaze up at the ceiling that spews neon lights on all of us wannabe dancers, finally being able to breathe.
I forget everything that has happened till here.
For once in my life. I choose happiness.
And that happiness sure coats my skin when one of GIVEON’s songs thrums through the speakers, steadying me to a slow-mo dance.
Petro who’s behind me dances along with me.
I can feel his heat.
Feel his breath that clearly states he wants to dance but not this way.
Maybe in bed, maybe doing a different kind of dance but I know deep down, there’s no way he’s going to touch me more than he has tonight.
I’m almost getting lost in that sweet limbo when someone grabs my wrist.
I open my eyes and Cat’s grinning face comes into sight while she holds up a phone for me that shows ‘fratello’ on the screen.
My Italian is rusty but I know what Fratello means.
“No”, I mouth.
Cat grins, shouting, “Whatever he says, he’s not going to ruin your fun. I promise.”
“I don’t want to talk to him!” I shout harder over the music.
“Well he wants to talk and he sounds pissed”, she giggles.
Yeah, she’s drunk. Maybe high too.
I grab the phone.
Petro places his hands on my hips as he breathes near my loop earring.
Placing the phone against my ear, Christian’s voice washes through the phone straight to my pussy.
“Five seconds, Alexia”, he grunts.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“Five seconds to get his hands off of you or the next time you see him it will be in a casket.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I ordered sushi tonight. Hello? Hello? I think the network is unstable.”
“Fuck. Are you drunk?”
How. Dare. He.
He knows I’m pregnant. Does he think I would endanger my kid like that? Our kid like that?
“Fuck you and your fucking sushi. I hate it and I hate you.”
“I’m not the sushi delivery guy, Sunshine. We both know that.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t stink like rotting fish, you bastard!”
“Five seconds, little nurse. Act like a fucking brat but get his hands off of you.”
“No and screw you, you are not my boss.”
Technically he was. Is. It’s kinda not clear right now.
But I hang up before he can have the last word.
Do your worst, Christian Volkov. I dare you.