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Everleigh and Vincent belong to me.
Forever and always.
Chapter 32
Everleigh
After I’ve taken the dishes to the kitchen and tidied up, I take a moment to clear my head.
Getting to spend some time with us has calmed Alek down. It was very emotional watching him with Vincent, but at least that went well.
Now I just have to figure out how to handle Alek so he doesn’t go all crazy on me again.
That’s one thing about him that’s changed completely. When we were held captive, he was always the calm one, but now he’s borderline insane.
I understand why, though. After suffering for months in that hellhole, he lost Vincent and me. That would drive anyone over the edge.
And now that he’s found me again, he’s like a man on a mission.
It’s not that I don’t want to get romantically involved with him. It’s the bratva and all the violence and danger that comes with the world he lives in that has me running for the hills.
I have to think of Vincent.
And I’m no longer a naïve eighteen-year-old. I have to think with my head and not my heart.
But still…
Whether we pick up where we left off or just remain friends for Vincent’s sake, we’re still tied to the bratva.
How the hell am I going to keep them out of my life without having to run and hide constantly?
Alexei suddenly comes into the kitchen, and all my muscles tighten.
“Alek is tucking Vincent into bed,” he murmurs.
Every time I lock eyes with this man, the blood chills in my veins.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Alexei stares at me for a moment, then shakes his head. As if he can read my mind, he says, “It’s no use to run, little one. Now that Alek knows you’re alive, he’ll find you in seconds.”
Crap.
He leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. “It will take time, but you’ll learn there’s a good side to the bratva.”
I shake my head. “I seriously doubt that.”
He lets out a chuckle. “My wife has devoted her life to saving sex slaves.”
Shock ripples over me. “Oh.”
“Viktor’s mother has a charity organization to help people with Alzheimer's and dementia.”
When I keep quiet, Alexei moves closer to me. I watch him cautiously as he takes his phone out of his pocket. He turns the device so I can see the screen, and I look at a family photo. It looks so normal.
“That’s my daughter, Mariya, and her husband, Luca. And those are my grandsons, Lucian and Alexei.” He practically beams with pride.
“You have a beautiful family,” I murmur.
