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I got up from my seat and walked towards the door with Sasha following behind me. I said nothing as the elevator descended to my garage. I had pulled some strings to get Sasha into Columbia at the last minute. It hadn’t been incredibly hard. After all, she had already been accepted. A small fortune made the admissions office relax their deadlines.
“Were you able to register for classes?” I asked as I pulled out of the garage and into the busy street.
There was a long pause, likely from Sasha’s shock that I was asking her a question. “I was,” she said.
“And?” I asked.
“I’m just taking general requirements,” she said with a shrug, but I could see the sparkle of excitement in her eyes.
“Do you know what you are going to major in?” I asked. It felt odd to have such a normal conversation with Sasha. We hadn’t talked much since that first day in the house, and even then, I had been focused on laying out the rules for her.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “I hadn’t actually thought that I would be able to go to school. My father thinks too much education in a woman makes her useless as a wife.”
I snorted. “Sounds like something that he would say.”
This earned a smile from Sasha, and I filed that away for another time. Sasha might not be the daddy’s princess that her father thought her to be.
“I majored in political science,” I said. “For a while, I thought I would go to law school.”
“You went to college?” she asked.
I laughed. “Hard to believe, but yes. Harvard. I would have gone to law school too but…” I trailed off as I thought about what had kept me from attending law school. My father and eldest brother had been murdered, which had changed the trajectory of my life.
Sasha was quiet, no doubt thinking the same thing I was. Her family had killed my own, and in turn, turned me into the man who was sitting next to her. I had grown up in the life, but in college, I’d considered going legit. The never ending war with the Petrov’s reminded me that that would never be possible. The family I had been born into made it so that I was always going to be where I ended up.
As I pulled in front of the school, as best I could considering Manhattan traffic, I recalled why I had decided to drive Sasha to the school to begin with. “There’s a wedding on Saturday night,” I said.
“Oh?”
“We are going to need to attend.” I wanted to make it clear to Sasha that this was work. We would be going as husband and wife, but not as a normal couple.
“Okay,” Sasha said.
I reached into my wallet pulling out a black credit card. “Here,” I said, handing her the car.
“What’s this?” Sasha said, turning the card over in her hands.
“You’ll need a dress.”
“Okay,” she said, placing the card in her bag. She waited for a moment, and I wondered if I should say something else, perhaps, apologize for the shit I did the day before. But I wasn’t the type of man I could expect an apology from, so instead, I reminded her that a guard would be waiting for her promptly after her last class and watched as she headed towards the school.
Getting to know my wife was going to be much more challenging than I thought.
