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Tears roll down my cheeks in heavy drops, mourning the loss of the life I thought I would lead. I thought I would eventually meet a nice man, probably one of Storm’s contacts, and he would treat me well enough. We would have two point four children and a dog and a white picket fence, and I would be happy. Maybe not in the way I was when I was wild and free, but happy enough. I’ll never have that chance now.
Elijah has taken all my choices away, everything I always thought my life would be is gone, and now my future looks very different. The wife of a Mafia king, forced to bear his heirs, and then when he’s done with me, when I start to age and there’s no use for me, he’ll kill me. If I’m lucky it will be quick and painless, but it depends how alike he is to his uncles.
His arms hold me so tightly I almost allow myself to pretend it’s not him, that it’s someone who genuinely cares for me and my feelings. He holds me for so long and so tight that the tears eventually dry, and all that’s left is the shame he forced upon me.
Elijah shifts beneath me and my fingers cling to him. As fucked up as it sounds, he’s the only thing holding me together right now, even though he’s the reason I’m falling apart in the first place. “I’m not going anywhere, Snowflake,” he murmurs against the top of my head. “Let’s get you into bed.”
He doesn’t wait for me to say anything, instead he lifts me carefully from his chest as if I weigh nothing and lays me beside him in the middle of the bed. Immediately I curl into a ball, as if the movement can protect me from the events of the night. But even I know there’s no protecting myself from my new reality.
The bed dips beside me and his overheated body curls around my back. I should pull away and lay as far away from him as the bed will allow, but the monster behind me is all I have now, and the sooner I accept that, the easier it’s going to be for me in the long run.
“We’re getting married next weekend. I’ll have someone come to help you plan everything. You can have anything you want, I don’t care how much it costs, but you will be my wife.” There’s no room for argument in his tone, nothing I can say or do to change his mind. All I can hope for is that I can make his life even an ounce as awful as he’s going to make mine.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“You’re going to be happy here, Snow.” One of his arms snakes beneath me and rests on one of my bare breasts, while his other forces my legs apart enough that it can cup my pussy. “So wet and needy for me,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the place below my ear. “Are you ready to ask me nicely for what you need?”
“I don’t need anything from you.”
He chuckles, his breath whispering across my skin. “Little liar.”
28
Elijah
Aman like me has demons. So many I can’t count them, but when I close my eyes at night, they come for me. All the sins of my past, the lives I’ve taken, the things that brought me to this point. But holding Snow as she sleeps soundly, her body relaxing into mine despite herself, it allows my body to relax and sleep to take me.
When I wake up, I’m not sure what woke me at first. There’s no sound in the house, the sun is still hiding below the horizon, and Snow is still curled up safely in my arms. Her sweet pussy has soaked my hand, but I’m careful not to give her any stimulation. I meant it when I said she would have to beg for my cock, and I won’t be making her come until I’m balls deep in her cunt.
Something vibrates across the carpet, and I groan. It’s my phone. I forgot to get it out of my pocket when I undressed last night and perhaps that’s the biggest indication of how much of a distraction Snow truly is. I’ve never put anything, or anyone, above my work. Even when I spent all my free time stalking her, I still dropped everything when work came calling, but it’s different now she’s here with me.
I disentangle myself from her warm body and carefully climb from the bed, trying not to disrupt her. She had a hard night and I only made it worse, she deserves a few hours of sleep before she has to start planning our wedding.
I fish my phone out of my pocket and creep into the hallway, closing the door behind me, paying no mind to the fact I’m stark naked. Mrs. Chambers goes home to her husband at night, and security doesn't patrol within the house when I’m home. Honestly, they wouldn’t step foot in the house at all if I could help it. I hate the idea of other men being near Snow. But it’s unavoidable.
When I look at the screen on my phone, the backlight like the sun in the dark hallway, I see Storm has tried to call me four times. Immediately, I tap his name and hold the phone to my ear. He doesn’t chase anyone, and for him to have called so many times something must be wrong.
“Elijah.”
“Storm, you called.”
“How’s my sister?”
“I’m sure Doc told you she’s fine physically. But she’s a bit shaken as you can imagine. She’s asleep right now. What did you find out?”
“Nothing. The guy’s a fucking ghost. Everett managed to pull a photo of him as he was slipping the mask on out the back of the restaurant, but he doesn’t exist. Not in any country, any database, nothing.”
“How is that possible?”
“I don’t know. He said he’s never seen it before. But that’s not why I’m calling. At the same time as the gunman was holding Snow at gunpoint, we had a shipment go missing. Happen to know anything about that?”
I tip my head back and barely hold back the growl of frustration. Of course I know they don’t trust me yet, why would they? I’ve been their enemy for as long as we’ve all been walking this earth, and that’s before adding everything I was forced to do to my cousin growing up. They have no reason to believe that I want to be allies rather than enemies, and that’s what I tell my temper as it threatens to flare. “No, Storm. I don’t know anything about a missing shipment.”
He’s quiet on the other end of the line for a few moments, considering my answer before he sighs. “I need you down at the docks to meet Rayne and Everett.”
I turn to face my bedroom door where Snow sleeps soundly on the other side. I don’t want to leave her like a thief in the night, but if I want this alliance to work, and if I want the Saint James family to agree to me marrying their sister in a week’s time, I need to jump through whatever hoops they tell me to. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Good,” he says before ending the call.
