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I climb out of the car, and as I open the backdoor, the G-Wagon stops in front of my house.
I worry about Alek’s obsessive behavior. I understand today was a shock. I’m still trying to recover from everything myself, but what do I do if Alek doesn’t back off?
What do I do if he tries to take Vincent from me?
I lift Vincent out of the car, and placing him on my hip, I shut the door.
Alek comes walking up the pathway while Alexei leans against the G-Wagon, watching us.
With Alek’s eyes burning on me, I head to the front door and unlock it.
I glance at him and say, “I just want to get Vincent settled.”
He nods and follows me into the house. I go to the living room and place Vincent down on the couch. “What do you want to watch, baby?”
“Shrek,” he mumbles sleepily.
While I switch on the TV, he lies down and gets comfortable.
The movie starts to play, and I press a kiss on his chubby cheek before I walk to where Alek is waiting.
Not once did his eyes leave us.
“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” I whisper.
When I enter the room, I switch on the coffee maker and get two cups ready.
I turn around, and pressing my back to the counter, I lock eyes with Alek.
“Are you calmer?” I ask.
He nods and cautiously takes a step closer. “It’s starting to sink in you’re really here.” Again he moves a couple of inches closer. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
Needing to address what he did in the cottage, I say, “Don’t ever lock me in a room again.”
He nods. “I won’t. I was desperate to keep you with me.”
My heart softens, and as we stare at each other, I ask, “What happened to you after that night? Did you go for the training you mentioned?”
He nods again. “I thought you died, Everleigh. I sent Misha to the field, but your body was gone. There was only blood. It drove me insane.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “If it’s any consolation, I had no intention of leaving you until your father shot me. That changed things for me, and I had to get away from Russia after I woke up in the hospital.”
He steps closer again, a pleading expression tightening his features. I move forward, and wrapping my arms around his waist, I press my face to his chest.
His arms engulf me, and he almost squeezes the life out of me. “It was so fucking hard, Everleigh,” he murmurs, his voice filled with pain. “I lost my mind, and this is the first time I feel whole again.”
I rub my hand up and down his back to comfort him, and remember how they tore the skin from him with that whip.
God, this is the one person who understands what I’ve been through.
He’s the only man I could ever love, and feeling his arms around me transports me to the dark room where we clung to each other.
“I missed you so much,” I gasp, unable to stop my love for him from bubbling to the surface. “I haven’t stopped loving you.”
He pushes me a little back so he can see my face. “But?”
I shake my head, a sob sputtering from me. “But I have to think of Vincent now. You’re still with the bratva, and I can’t have them near my son.”
