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Chapter 12
ALEXEI
Staring at Isabella as she sleeps, the plan to tell her we’re engaged keeps growing, taking root in my mind.
Dr. Oberio said the amnesia could be temporary or permanent. There’s no way of telling how things will play out in Isabella’s case, as the mind is a mysterious thing.
I’m going to fucking do it.
If her memory returns before I’ve managed to make her fall for me, I’ll let her go. Maybe fate will be on my side, and it will only return after the wedding. After I’ve managed to form a solid bond with her.
Before that, there will be no way on god’s green earth I’ll be able to keep her. Isabella’s too wild, and I refuse to break her. I’m not even sure if that’s a possibility with the will of steel she has.
She begins to stir, and it has me leaning forward and taking hold of her hand. I brush my thumb over her soft skin and wait until her eyes open and focus on me.
Smiling at her, I inject tenderness into my voice as I ask, “How do you feel?”
“Ahh... alive.” She swallows hard, and I quickly reach for a glass of water. Slipping my left hand beneath her head, I help her so she can take a sip, and then she murmurs, “Thanks.”
Instead of moving back, I pull my fingers through the strands of her hair, and it has her asking, “Are we close?”
Locking eyes with Isabella, the lie spills effortlessly over my lips. “Yes. We’re engaged.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “We are? When did that happen?”
“After I helped Winter, I stopped by the academy, and we just hit things off.”
She blinks at me, then a frown settles on her forehead. “And how does my mother feel about that?”
Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head. “She wasn’t happy.” Here goes nothing. “She attacked us, and that’s why you got hurt.” It’s not that much of a stretch. Meaning my next words, I say, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you. I wasn’t expecting things to turn out the way they did.”
Isabella stares long and hard at me, then she asks, “So we just hit it off, and what… we’re in love?”
Nodding, I soften my expression, hoping it looks similar to me being in love. I’ve never loved a woman, so fuck knows what that looks like. “It was love at first sight.”
The suspicion doesn’t leave Isabella’s eyes as she watches me. “Then I should feel something if you hug me… right?”
I fucking hope so.
Sitting down on the side of the bed, I place my hands on the pillow on either side of Isabella’s head. Leaning down until we’re face to face, I lock eyes with her. “You’re the most amazing woman I know, Isabella. A fucking goddess. Not only did I fall for you, but I admire you.”
Her lips part as her eyes jump over my face, then she starts to look uncomfortable and mutters, “Fine, I feel it. Give me some space.”
Smiling, I press a kiss to her forehead, and then I move back to the chair.
“Ah… so I lost four years?”
“Yes. You’re twenty-five now.”
“How long did we date before we got engaged?”
Fuck. I didn’t think that part through.
“Three years,” I answer, just winging it. “We’ve been engaged a year and would’ve gotten married in a month.”
Not bad, Alexei.
“Did I complete my training at St. Monarch’s?” she fires off another question.
“You didn’t train in sex slavery and drug dealing.” And that is why information is so damn expensive in my world. “You trained as a custodian, and you were just as good as Demitri.”
Surprise flickers in her eyes. “Really?”
“Yes, since you finished your training, we’ve been working against your mother to free the slaves.”
Isabella tries to sit up, and I quickly reach for her shoulders, pulling her toward me so I can adjust the pillows behind her before leaning her back against them. “I’ve been freeing slaves… with you?”
I sit down on the side of the bed. “Yes. It’s something you’re very passionate about.”
Isabella stares down at the covers over her legs, and I can see she’s trying hard to remember. Bringing a hand up to her face, I tuck some of her black hair behind her ear, and then I palm her cheek. “Your memories will come back. Don’t push too hard right now.”
Lifting her eyes to mine, it feels as if she’s searching for something on my face, and then she asks, “Do you love me?”
Ahh… what the hell, let’s just go with it.
“Very much. You have no idea how important you are to me.”
No idea at all.
“So, do we live together?” she asks another question.
I nod. “In LA.”
I’ll have to make space for her in my room and fill half the walk-in closet with clothes. Fuck, I have a lot to do before she leaves the hospital.
Isabella nods, and a slight frown line forms between her eyebrows. Her gaze darts around the room before settling on mine. “I don’t think I can get married in a month. I know… we share a history, but… I need time to get to know you again.”
“I can be patient.” Now that’s the biggest lie I’ve told her. I’m as impatient as fuck. The corner of my mouth lifts as I say, “I don’t want you to worry about anything and to just take it easy so you can heal.”
Her eyes search mine again as if she’s weighing every word I say, then she murmurs, “Thank you.”
There’s a moment’s silence before she admits, “All I know of you is that you’re the best assassin.”
Moving back to the chair, I get comfortable. “I’m now the head of the bratva.”
Isabella lets out a chuckle. “Ooh, I bet that pissed off my mother.”
“A fuck ton.”
The smile on Isabella’s face draws my attention to her mouth, and then I say, “When you smile like that, it makes me want to kiss you.”
Her left eyebrow lifts slightly. “Are you warning me or asking permission?”
“Oh, baby,” I chuckle darkly. “I’m warning you.” Pushing up from the chair again, I frame her face with both my hands and press a kiss to her mouth. Everything fucking stills inside me the same way it did when I fucked her at the party. Then, a weird mixture of instinct and need takes over, and my lips begin to move against hers.
I can honestly say I can’t remember when I last kissed a woman. Fucked, yes. But kiss… I come up blank.
My heart actually skips a fucking beat at the intensity I’m hit with, and then I yank away from Isabella. Getting up from the bed, I wipe the pad off my thumb over my bottom lip as I stare down at her. “I should go home and… pack a hospital bag for you. Get some sleep while I’m gone.”
Isabella clears her throat. “Remember a toothbrush.”
Nodding, I head out of the room while it feels as if I’ve just been fucking tasered in the heart.
