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Alek glances between us, his features torn with desperation.
‘Choose!’ Prodi shouts, aiming his gun at my baby.
‘Noooooooo!’ I shout, the most horrible feeling ripping through me.
Darting upright in bed, my cheeks are wet with tears, and my breaths are racing over my lips.
My body trembles and it takes a moment for me to realize it was just another nightmare.
Needing to see Vincent, I climb out of bed and hurry to his room. Intense relief fills my chest when I lay eyes on my sleeping boy.
Careful not to wake him, I pick him up and carry him back to my bed.
Vincent has never had a problem sleeping in his own bed. I’m the one who’s struggling to sleep alone.
Holding him close to my chest, I take a couple of deep breaths so I’ll calm down.
Your baby is fine. Nothing is going to happen to him.
Prodi is dead, and he can’t hurt you anymore.
You’re safe.
Closing my eyes, I focus on Vincent’s soft breaths.
You’re safe.
Chapter 22
Alek
Sitting on a private jet with my boss, I stare out of the window.
I’ve completed my training at St. Monarch’s, and Viktor’s decided he wants me in LA with him.
During my first year of training, I put up an act so people would fear me and stay the fuck away from me, but with time I became the person I was pretending to be.
I don’t care about anything but Misha, Armani, my mama, and Tiana.
I have no conscience and will kill without thinking twice.
After losing Everleigh and Vincent, I never got my sanity back. With every passing year, it’s gotten worse, and now I’m nothing more than a monster who’ll kill and maim at command.
My relationship with my father is volatile as fuck. Our lives hardly cross paths, which is a good thing.
Viktor knows everything about my past, and he feels I’m a loose cannon he needs to keep an eye on.
Honestly, I think Viktor is just as insane as me. I almost let out a chuckle when I remember the incident earlier this year. Misha, Armani, and I fucked up when we stopped the assassination of a mafia princess. As punishment, Viktor shot me in the shoulder.
I was ready to die so Misha wouldn’t take the punishment, but Viktor just gave us a warning.
“What are you grinning about?” Viktor asks from where he’s seated across from me.
“I’m thinking of when you shot me.” My smile grows as I tease him, “Your aim is shitty.”
My boss lets out a burst of laughter before giving me a look of warning. “Don’t push your luck, Alek. I can always use you for target practice.”
Viktor flew to Switzerland because there was a job to take care of. He decided then and there I’m going to LA with him.
