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I looked out the window, thinking how strange it was that my child’s father might get killed, but I understood why he did it.
But how could I hold up without him? How could I see the man I love walking into danger and still play it cool?
I wiped my eyes with the back of my left palm, hoping he didn’t see my tears.
When we arrived at the airport, I hugged him before he boarded the private jet.
“Please come back,” I whispered into his ear.
“I will,” he promised with a sad smile.
Then he loosened the hug. “Murphy,” he said. “I will have your head if anything happens to her.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Murphy murmured. “I already know that.”
“Good,” Andrei countered and walked up the jetway. He glanced at me before he stepped onto the plane.
My heart felt as if somebody was stabbing it over and over again. I started sweating and almost couldn’t breathe.
Please come back to me. Please come back to me.
I waited as the engine started and the plane made its slow procession down the tarmac. Shortly after, it launched into the air like a bird.
I stayed until I couldn't see any sign of the plane anymore and then I turned back toward the car.
The lady and Luck Murphy drove me home while I held onto the side of the door as if my last shot at life had just departed.
I just sat there, the vehicle moving. Nothing but worries and hurt registered in my brain. I felt like a part of me had died.
When we got home, I stepped down from the car and the lady followed me into the house. We’d agreed she would be staying with me and Luck Murphy would check in with us the following day until Marcello was dead—just like Andrei had ordered. She would stay in the guest room to keep me safe. Luck Murphy didn't want to leave me by myself. Not with Marcello on my heels.
Later in the evening, having dinner felt different and strange. The food tasted all right, but I felt full after taking a few spoonfuls even though I hadn't eaten much since breakfast.
In the bedroom later that night, I stared at his things. His clothes, his shoes, his body cream, and his aftershave. At one point, I sat up and stood by the window, watching the waves touching the shore.
I wrapped myself with the duvet and sat on the bed, still looking at the water. I hadn’t experienced insomnia since we moved to this city, but that night I was filled with fear. I wanted Andrei Kowtisch to return home safely. If he didn't, there was no way I’d be able to have this baby by myself. I needed him. Loved him.
Finally, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, Luck Murphy came to the house in the morning to tell me what he thought was good news.
“Andrei has arrived safely. Now it’s all up to him.”
I walked past Murphy into the kitchen to make coffee. I wanted to talk to Andrei so fucking bad, but he’d told me no contact.
So I spent the rest of the day trying to decorate the house and listened to the agents chatting in the living room beside me or watching television.
Two days passed, and I heard nothing from Andrei. Then the third day came, and I still hadn't heard anything.
This was torture!
Chapter 20
Three days later
Andrei
The third morning after my arrival, I drove the rental car from my hotel to the street where Elijah Radcliff's estate was located. I’d come here a few times, just observing who was coming and going.
On the first night after my arrival, I stayed in my hotel and studied the file I was given. Later, I went for a long walk and grabbed a few street tacos. How much I had missed the city. It was the place where I had spent most of my life.
