CHAPTER 80
ALESSANDRA VITELLO VOLKOV.
“Start talking.”
“I hardly think we need the use of firearms to threaten-.”
I don’t drop the gun.
I don’t drop my guard.
Yan doesn’t either.
And honestly speaking this gun is the only tether holding me from collapsing on the floor, throwing up and teetering over the chasm of sanity and insanity.
“Talk. Now!”
“The man you saw is Christian Vitello Volkov. Your husband.” Kai Davenport merely says while seated on his freaking swivel chair.
Not knowing his words unnerve me.
Not knowing the gun in my hand now feels like jelly.
I have seen Chri—HIM in my dreams. I have begged him in my dreams to stay.
But he never stays and I wake up to my babies, holding onto them for support.
Holding onto them because they remind me of him.
They have his eyes. His hair. His face. Everything.
So, to hear the impossible miraculously happen takes me back to that bloody funeral.
Yeah, I met Kai at the funeral.
Like the rest of the people who didn’t know my husband as well as I did, Kai offered me his pitiful sorry and condolences.
I never saw the man again until today.
“Impossible”, Yan spits, his firearm still locked in his hands, finger on the trigger ready to shoot.
Kai’s eyes land on me and he’s unfazed by everything.
“Deaths can be faked. You know the fucker; you know he’s survived worse. You know the probability of him being alive is high.”
Don’t call my husband a fucker.
Don’t speak all that bullshit to me.
It’s been…it’s been two years! If he was…if he was alive, he would have showed up.
He would have come to me.
I would be the first person he ran to. Me! Me!
“I thought so too till I leaned over his body and found no heartbeat.”
“Do you believe-.”
“I saw him. In that hospital, in that room, he was dead! Who was that man earlier? Why does he look like…why does he look like…”
“You were his nurse, weren’t you?” He provokes.
Whatever calmness I have, I throw it out his fancy office window and I eat the distance between me and his desk.
It takes a minute to get on top of his desk, another minute to point the gun’s muzzle at his forehead.
“I don’t care whether you rule New York. I don’t give a shit about your metaphors and your what-ifs. I will kill you where you sit.”
“As a nurse, I believe you are familiar with opioid overdose.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Kai holds my eyes and his expression softens. “An opioid overdose cuts off breathing, cuts off heartbeat, a person looks – no, a person is practically half-dead until-”
“Naloxone is administered in time to reverse the effects”, I finish his statement, my heart racing, every single thought in my mind mangled.
“Bingo. How long were you in the room with him when he was announced to be dead?”
I pull my gun away from Kai.
I come down from his desk.
I plop in one of the seats opposite his desk, lowering my gun.
I was in there for four minutes? I remember some doctor going back to his room the minute I was dragged out bleeding.
“It’s impossible”, I whisper.
My heart tugs painfully. My legs give out.
“He looked dead. He just wasn’t dead. A genius master plan if I must say so myself but nonetheless it had everyone fooled.”
“We—we buried a body. We buried him.”
“Did you? Did you look at the body before you all buried him?”
“N-No, our men handled the…it was too painful for me, his sister, Max, Demetri…his death affected each one of us. No one could have handled seeing him dead again and…”
Emotions choke me.
I sniff back the tears.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t…
“This is hard, I understand.”
“How do I know you are telling the truth? How do you know it’s… it’s insane, it’s… why did you not tell anyone? Does Kat know, does… why just why?”
“For the same exact reason in front of me. Christian came back but he couldn’t walk for a year, a year of physiotherapy and doctors prying him open and he managed to get his feet back. Then from my sources, came the news of his amnesia, the amnesia he’s still battling up to date.
If Maximo found out he was alive, you would all barge into his life and expect him to know you and according to the doctors, if he receives that kind of pressure, he lapses into a coma or you bury him for real this time Alexia.”
“Who?”
How?
Who did this?
The same person who shot him?
Who took him?
Who lied to him?
Kai clears his throat and his next words boggle my mind.
“His mother. I would rather think she has been lying to him to protect him but that’s fucking too much.”
“They…his mother is dead.”
Christian sure as hell insinuated, she was dead.
“She’s alive and kicking. She has been alive since she let Christian and Catelina move to America by themselves. When Moretti died, she disappeared. No one gave a fuck afterward.”
“Was she the one who shot him?”
“No.”
“How do you know?”
“Because she went to great lengths to hide Christian from the world and to protect him from us. She’s a mother albeit a cynical one but she’s a mother trying to protect her son.”
“Protect her son? What about my sons? What about me? Who is protecting us from all the pain? She stole him from us.
Jesus Christ, she should be… dead. She should…”
“Are you prepared to kill her? You kill her and the man you love sees you as an enemy.”
“He loves me. He would never… never harm or hate me!”
“He loves another woman. He believes his name is Aleksander Volkov, he believes he had a near-death car accident that nearly took his life. He is a different man with no recollection of who you are or who you meant to him.”
Him being alive shattered me. Had me swimming to the surface and throwing all thoughts of drowning to the gutter.
Suddenly I could breathe.
Him not remembering me though?
That cuts and decimates me on the spot.
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“He loves me. He is the same man who wanted to meet his children, Christian is still in there. I can get to him. I can remind him. I was his nurse first before I became his woman and my job was to heal him. I will heal him.”
“Alessandra, we do not know if this is true”, Yan speaks.
I look at Yan and I can barely see him because my eyes are two kaleidoscopes of tears.
“I saw him. It’s him. He-he listened; he came back to me. I cannot let him go. I won’t.”
“What about his killer?” Yan asks.
“I’ll take care of it”, Kai says casually but that doesn’t stop Yan from throwing me a concerned look.
“Why are you doing this? You are friends but I know you weren’t that close if I never saw you around him.”
“Your husband brought me a woman before he fake died. That woman has been plaguing my mind since I first saw her so this is me repaying the debt. Christian brought me Jessica; I will bring you to him.”
“Alessandra”, Yan warns.
Kai looks at Yan from head to toe.
“You could fit in as a maid but your bodyguard here can’t. Does he have any gardening skills?”
“A maid?” I ask.
Kai interlocks his hands together before he says,” Lucia Volkov has connections over the city, that’s the reason why I have only seen Christian from afar. If she notices you trying to approach his son, she will run away with him and since he’s a mama’s boy in nowadays, he will gladly run too.
You have to approach Christian in a way Lucia Volkov will not notice. A maid and a gardener won’t raise any suspicion.
No one could suspect that a maid is trying to seduce the boss.”
“I’m bringing him back home where he belongs not seduce him.”
Kai chuckles.
“Semantics. Bringing him home. Seduce. They all sound the same really. Are we doing this Alessandra Vitello Volkov?”