Thoughts swirls in my head looking at him watch her unreadable and to make it worse she looks at him like I did, I do. Disgusting me to no end at the amount of obsession she worships him. Or maybe it is ugly green of my territorial instincts kicking in with my pregnancy hormones creating unnecessary images and thoughts in my head. A crazy scenery plays in the room between my boyfriend and baby daddy, his ex fiancee and me; the woman forming the odd triangle. He did not bat an eye at me walking past me to her, my hand shakes watching as the scene unfolds in front of my eyes.
I know Elijah loves me as much as I love him, if not more but there is this gaze with which his
grey pools looks at her like one of affection, care, at the same time angry.
"Elij..."
He didn't respond rather glares at me then taking his eyes away from me silencing me to no end indirectly pouring more fuel to my fiery insecurities. He halts two feet distance watching her watch him clutching her abdomen. Slowly he crouch low on a knee inspecting her injury, my eyes pinched by unseen niddles but I dare not blink folding my lips in trying to keep my emotions in check and not separate the two but what I see taunts me as the seconds flies.
Why is he looking at her that way? Is he angry I attempted to take her life?
Softly she speaks in Russian getting me lost in the conversation. Her voice broken, blue eyes flits to me then at him. "Ona nazyvayet vas svoim imenem , yesli ne papi , kak ya slyshal .
Pochemu ona Vladimir ? Pochemu ona i ne ya ? Chto u neye yestʹ , chto u menya net ? YA dal tebe svoyu lyubovʹ , moye serdtse ." (She calls you by your name if not Papi as I heard. Why she Vladimir? Why she and not me? What does she have that I haven't? I gave you my love, my heart.) Her voice rising with each word, hostile.
He sighs taking his eyes away from the bloody belly to her red eyes being unusually quiet and calm. "Nozh , prorezannyy glavnoy arteriyey , tak chto ne podcherkivayte sebya , razgovarivaya." (The knife cut through a major artery so don't stress yourself by talking.) Standing back up he continues. "I ty nikogda ne dal mne nichego , tebe nuzhna tolʹko sila , kotoraya prikhodit so mnoy i , vozmozhno , khoroshaya trakhaya." (And you never gave me anything, you only needed the power that comes with me and possibly the good fucking.)
"Vlad..." I don't know what he says to her that have her head looking away in shame.
"Is it true what I heard? That you lied to me? There was never any conception." He heard her confession? Snapping my gaze to him. Dipping his hands into his pocket he locks gaze with hers, her demeanor fidgets and her breathing irregular.
Fears grips her looking at him with pleading eyes. "I-I can explain."
"You come after her, you come after me; you come after my baby, you come after the Russian mafia. What were you thinking? That I won't find you Anya? And your conspiracy with the Italian? First you didn't want a family, I accepted; and then you lied to me about carrying my seed in you. Now you came after my wife and my baby." She lets out an ugly laugh.
"You made the biggest mistake breaking off our engagement but with her," motioning to me with her eyes trailing down to my stomach. "...and that..." referring to our baby. "You just started a war."
"And one I will win." In a flash Elijah pulls out a gun firing a headshot in-between her eyes seizing her cruel laughter.
Bang!!!
Her body falls limp on the bed blood staining the white sheets and bedspread. Reaching for the phone in his pocket. "Alexei. Da. Poluchite ekipazh gotovy i ochistite besporyadok v komnate 306 ." (Get the crew ready and clean up the mess in room 306.) Looks at me. "Ona v poryadke . Da ." (She is fine. Yes.) Ending the call not missing the sigh he gives before walking casually to me.
"Are you okay Princess?" My eyes watch him gobsmacked waiting for his outburst. Nothing. "Are you hurt?" Not still understanding the magic that just happened, he breaks in. "Let's get you home and in bed." Kissing my temple, I look at him questionable, at the fear gripped prime minister who witnessed the events and finally at the dead body of Elijah's ex fiancee.
"I sent your friend back to the estate with your car." Opens the passenger door and ushers me in closing it.
"Elijah, I..."
"Not now okay." He says curtly walking to the drivers seat buckling himself in and speeding towards the beach home. I catch the tight grip of his arm on the wheel showing off his veins, eyes twitching even as he tries to control himself, lips paused into a thin line.
Yup! He is mad but why is he not being the usual self and throwing tantrums? Gulping, I look out of the window. I can't help but be afraid right now with his unusual behavior.
"When we get home I want you in the room, waiting for me on the bed."
His voice is cold, so cold it ran chills down my spine dreading my fate in the next minutes to come.