Chapter 80 Eighty
OWEN WINTERS
I didn't wait for my alarm to ring because I opened my eyes and it turned out I was three minutes early. Sighing, I sat up rubbing my temple gently.
Last night, I stayed awake working till it was 4:00 am. Ash Winters really did a lot to have deprived me of sleep. I glanced over Amy, her eyes shut and her breathing calm. She looked peaceful, especially with everything that had happened so far.
She needed me to be safe, and I would gladly give her myself.
I bent to kiss her hair, but my alarm rang so I turned it off, and stood up to take a shower. Five minutes later, I was in the shower, water running down my hair to my toes. My body ached as the water hit my skin, I winced trying my best to hold it all in. The wound at my back (Ash Winters doing) never really healed and by God Amy never knew. She couldn't.
I had told the doctor to discharge me before time and although he gave me some drug prescriptions, I dumped the paper into the trashcan.
The water hit me again and I gritted my teeth, the wound must have torn internally due to too much heavy lifting and exertion — sex.
“I should see the doctor,” I muttered under my breath running my fingers through my hair.
Lately, Amy and I were doing just fine, and nothing bad had happened all these while. It was expected that I should be happy, but there was this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something I couldn't seem to understand.
Lucian Xavier.
I remembered mother's words. Lucian Xavier was the don to the former Xavier and was killed by his cousin and Amy's father, Dylan Xavier after her abduction. That was eleven years ago and that house no longer existed.
Based on my research, Dylan Xavier had brothers but they never really got along, so no one stepped up to take over the house and Kayla Xavier, now Rodriguez, was married off for something that looked like a peace treaty.
I still didn't understand why that name kept ringing in my head. Was he still alive?
No. I attended the funeral. I saw his lifeless body being put into the coffin… into the ground.
I sighed, maybe I was just thinking too much and nothing would happen to Amelia or I.
“Work can wait today,” I murmured, leaving the bathroom and grabbing a towel to dry my hair.
I made breakfast in the kitchen and though I said work could wait, it didn't because my earphones were on and I was listening in to the meeting.
“The Russian enemy, and our ally found out we distributed ammunition to the Russians.”
I put the onion too fast in the pan, and oil splashed dropping on my skin.
“Fuck!” I yelled, forgetting they could hear me.
“Is anything the matter, sir,” one of them asked, concerned.
“Sorry for interrupting. I'm fine Cassie, thank you,” I said, hating that father tossed every dirty work to me.
“So what are we to do?” Another asked based on the Russian case.
Before making an alliance with the Russians, I weighed a lot of probability. They were stronger and well equipped than their enemy. They were stubborn and full of surprise and most of all, they were heartless.
Breaking off contact with them would put us in a tight spot so I gave them the ammunition and didn't inform their enemy, our ally.
I sighed going to the coffee maker to make coffee just the way Amy liked it.
“Tell our ally we do what we want and what is to our benefit. Any more arguments and we'll cut them off completely,” I instructed which raised a lot of murmurs and complaints.
I heard a light footstep coming towards the kitchen and I knew it was Amy. I prided myself in my cooking because it seemed to wake her up every time.
“One at a time, please,” I said cursing in French.
“That's too our disadvantage sir, you can't trust those bastards… I mean the Russians.” It was Cassie, and the silence meant every other person agreed with her.
“I don't care.” I spelled the words out and the murmuring increased.
“See, did you think I didn't weigh the advantages from the disadvantages? I'm not stupid Cassie. Give them the message and watch how humble they'll be,” I explained but that didn't help calm them down.
Amy came into the kitchen, oblivious of the meeting, she wrapped her arms around my waist. “What are you making for breakfast, sweetheart?” She cooed, kissing my neck.
I chuckled. “Oh shit, Amy I'm in a meeting,” I said. She gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, I'll go shower,” she whispered and disappeared out of the kitchen.
The room was silent and they were probably taking in our conversation and how soft my voice could be. Too bad, they weren't going to meet this sweet part of me.
“Sir…” someone said, breaking the awkward silence.
“They were major contributors in building what Ash Winters destroyed. The Russians did nothing!” They agreed in unison and I huffed already frustrated.
I said nothing for a while, then spoke, “I agree they helped us and we'd do the same to them. Cassie relay the message to my father, he should know what to do,” I instructed and they agreed.
They still didn't trust me.
“Let's end it here, I have a lot of things to do.” Before I ended the call, I heard laughs. They were probably teasing me.
“Amy I'm done!”
We, Amy and I sat by the pool. It was already late in the night, but moments like this were usually unforgettable.
The stars shone brightly in the sky and the moon was out — no rain.
Perfect.
“You seem happy these past few days-”
“Weeks,” I corrected, staring into the sky.
I could tell she rolled her eyes, and muttered how crazy I was. “Okay. You've been happy these past weeks, what's the good news?” She asked and my smile deepened.
“Nothing. It's just we've been experiencing a lot more peace than normal. Seems like a perfect night to end a story,” I muttered and she chuckled.
“Doesn't a good story end with a kiss or what?” She asked, stepping into the pool. The water was at the right temperature.
I stared at Amy, her eyes were a beautiful kind of brown, just like her late mother, Anastasia. Her neck was elegant and her breast line perfect. She had a slender waist that the sight of it made me hard. I bit back the urge to devour her and slowly entered the pool.
“I don't know. All I know is that I care about you.”
She smiled, her eyes lit up and her skin shone in the moonlight. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me. Sizing her lips, my dick got harder.
Once I placed my lips on hers, there was no going back. I slid my tongue into hers and as soon as passion started burning in me, we were interrupted by my phone. I wanted to shun it, but it kept ringing.
“Just a minute, pumpkin,” I muttered, swimming towards the coping.
I grabbed my phone in annoyance and answered it. “Yes father, what is it?” I asked irritated by his call.
Father went quiet for a while then he let out the news.
“Your marriage to Lyon Gates' daughter, Lucille Gates is in two weeks.”