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I didn't want to be constantly surrounded by bodyguards. It was hard enough staying here against my will. Having several giant-looking men watching my every movement would make my life—and escape—a hundred times harder.
“About the bodyguards, I don’t want them following me around like I’m a prisoner or something.” A simmering, slow-burning anger seared inside me, but it wasn’t because of the bodyguards. I was too much of a coward to admit I wanted Nikolai to tag along with me and I hated that he didn’t think it was the right thing to do.
“Just pretend they don’t exist.” He picked out an ash suit and walked to the glass, showcasing different colors and brands of ties.
“No. I can go on my own.”
He turned around to face me and squinted at me. “You’re not thinking of running away, are you?”
My breath caught in my throat. “No. Of course not.”
“Good. If you step outside, you’ll find at least ten men who’ll tell you why it’s a bad idea to try and run from me.”
Was he threatening to kill me? Tears welled in my eyes, and my hands began to tremble. I clamped them together, I didn’t want Nikolai to see that I was afraid of him. It was clear that he was only nice to me when he wanted to be.
I’d forgotten in a hurry that mafia blood ran in his veins. I was stupid to think anything less of how cruel he could be. Men like him never said something they didn’t mean.
Fuck. Why was I getting so emotional?
I sniffled and blinked to push my tears back. “I won’t try to run from you, Nikolai.”
“Promise me, Giselle,” he said in a gruff, intimidating voice that made me shiver.
I drew in a long breath. I didn’t want him to see how much he terrified me. “I promise.”
I’d lied to him. I was going to run away the moment I left the walls of this mansion, and I was never going to come back.
Chapter 15 - Nikolai
There was underlying hate in the way Giselle looked at me, and it wasn’t something I’d seen before in her eyes.
I’d seen fear and anger in them. Determination, but never hate.
My jaw clenched, and my heart wavered between wanting to comfort her and find out the reason she was so pissed, and just leaving her alone. It’d been this way since that night I’d come to the nerve-wracking realization that my emotions for Giselle went further than I’d imagined.
It was something more than want. It was a need, and I hated it.
All my life, I’d never needed anyone. My brothers and I had been here for each other, but I’d never had this feeling that my entire being would fall apart if they weren’t there. Why did I feel that way for Giselle?
My veins bulged with anger.
“I’ll leave now,” Giselle said quietly and left the room without waiting for a response from me.
This won’t do.I hung my suit back on the rack, found a pair of fighting shorts and shirt, then I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and called Sergey.
“What do you want?” he answered. I heard Lilianna’s voice in the background and their son’s giggles.
“I need to unleash my anger on something.”Or someone.
“Meet me at the ring in an hour. I’ll call Maxim too.” He hung up and I remained in the middle of the room, clenching my phone and trying to rid myself of the silly emotions.
An hour later, I met my brothers in the gym where we usually practiced. Maxim flashed an unhinged smile at me. The fucker probably knew what was going through my mind before I voiced it.
“Another brother bites the dust,” he said, glancing sardonically between Sergey and me.
“Shut up.” Sergey placed his gym bag on a bench across from the fighting ring. He unzipped it and took out a small towel he slumped over his neck. “Where’s Giselle?”
“Out with Vlad. She wanted to register for prenatal.”
