NIKOLAI’S POV
I seethed as I flung open the car door, storming out with such force that the door slammed shut behind me. The men immediately noticed my rage and tensed, readying themselves for a fight. I was pissed off!
I was pissed at myself. For still letting him get to me.
Alessandro
I clenched my fists so tight my knuckles went white, trying to squeeze out the frustration burning beneath my skin.
And to male matters worse, Marco was following me unrelentingly. I could hear him calling me from behind but Dante pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back, “What did you do?” Dante demanded, eyes sharp with suspicion as he turned to me. “Nikolai, what did he do?*
I glared at Marco and then shook my head, “It’s alright, Dante, let him go.” I said, voice rough, trying to sound stronger than I felt but I was actually ashamed of myself. I spent days telling myself that I don’t want to be a gay again but when I met Alessandro, everything slightly started to change.
I watched silently as Dante stepped out of Marco’s way and he followed me into the building. I stepped into a different elevator to get to my floor, I really didn’t want to be in such a small space with Marco right now because I might commit murder but I had nothing to do.
With a ding, the elevator doors slid open and I walked to my penthouse suite. I swiped the key; entered my apartment and I was about to close
the door but Marco stuck his foot between the door.
I glared at his foot and raised an eyebrow, “What?”
“I was worried.”
I pursed my lips as irritation gnawed at my skin. “You were worried because you think I couldn’t handle him on my own. Well, for your information, Marco, I have been handling Alessandro De Luca ever since I was forced to marry him. I didn’t need anyone then and I don’t need anyone now. Stop questioning my authority, it’s time you realize that I’m the one who calls the shot after Paul Salvatore, not you!“, I snapped at him, letting out all my anger on him.
He nodded, swallowing thickly, “I understand that, but there were three of them. You were alone.”
I threw my hand in the air frustratedly, “I don’t care! I told you to stay in the car which means, you fucking stay in the car! You disobeyed a
direct order from me!”
“Leah never told you to follow me every where“, My voice cracked with the weight of it.
“I didn’t mean to- he started, voice soft, trying to explain himself.
“Yeah, well,” I cut him off sharply, “you did.” I took a shaky breath, fighting the frustration clawing inside me. “Next time, Marco, you follow the orders. Not your gut.”
He nodded, slumping his shoulder, “I’m ready to take any punishment.”
I lifted a shoulder, “I don’t have to give you a/punishment, you gave yourself one when you showed your face to Alessandro De Luca. He won’t kill me, I know that, but he will gladly kill the boyfriend of his husband and remember you’re the wanted driver that conveniently slipped past his security cameras.” I narrowed my eyes. “You signed your death sentence the moment you stepped out of that car, he won’t hesitate cutting you in pieces”
He gave his head a shake, his eyes full of pride, “I’m not afraid of him, I’m afraid of you…“,
I scoffed, cutting him off before he could continue.
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“Bullshit,” I snapped. “If you were afraid of me, you wouldn’t have disobeyed me. You wouldn’t have risked everything like some goddamn hero. You wouldn’t have followed me into the lion’s den. So save me the theatrics, Marco.”
“Now enjoy being Alessandro’s first target.”
“You are not his husband anymore!” He retorted. I gave him a sarcastic look. “Aren’t I?” I asked coldly. “I mean, if I wasn’t, why the fuck would I be out here serving divorce papers like a battered intern from family court?” My condescending tone was enough to shut him up. He removed his shoe from between the door and stood straight before me, “I’ll try my very best to follow your orders. I’ll try to keep our personal life out
of our business.”
“There’s no personal life between us, it’s just business because one more mistake and I’ll shoot you without a second thought.”
“Got it.”
I slammed the door shut in his face and ran my hand through my hair. I blew out a breath and walked to the window looking up and down, checking the buildings and the sides in front of us. I drew the curtains and went to the kitchen.
I made microwave popcorn and poured myself a glass of red wine. I checked my cell phone to see if there were any calls and texts from an unknown number or Leah. There was only one person I really wanted to call right now.
Eleonora De Luca, Alessandro’s mother.
I immediately dialed Dante’s number and he picked up after a single ring, “Do you need anything?”
“A number, I want you to get me the number of Eleonora De Luca.”
“Eleonora De Luca?”
“Yes, she is Alessandro’s mother. I want you to find out her number and her address.”
“Yes, Nikolai,
I hung up and threw the phone beside me on the couch. I really needed it. She was the only person I knew who had enough influence–and enough venom toward Alessandro, to help push this divorce through quickly. If anyone could untangle me from his grip, it was her.
She never wanted me from the start. That much had always been clear.
What she wanted was a legacy. An heir. Something she could mold and parade around like a trophy to prove their mafia bloodline still ran through the veins of power.
She didn’t want Alessandro to love me so she will buy this divorce idea.
With that planned, I just fall on the couch.
I hadn’t slept in thirty–six hours and my eyes started to close of their own accord. I dropped my head over the armrest of the couch and closed my eyes, letting the sleep take over me.
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