Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“He will definitely get it. Do not worry about that part.” Pavel closed the distance between us.
I tensed.
He placed his hand on my shoulder. “But, you must act with righteousness and peace. Put things in place that assures Fela of the future that he wants to leave behind. Do you understand what he wants?”
“Black Axe in control of Italy.”
Pavel nodded. “And what else?”
“His family and country safe.”
“Do the right thing, and you will keep everyone alive.” Pavel tightened his grip on my shoulder. “Do the wrong thing and all will die, including my son.”
I swallowed.
Those eyes brightened. “I do not want to see Paolo now. I want us to reunite when he is old. I want to tell him how happy I was to watch his life, and how proud he made me.”
“Pavel?”
“Yes.”
“Who was the woman humming to me in that vision in the sky?”
He smirked. “You will see.”
And then, I woke up.
Emily lay in my arms. Light snores left her.
Moonlight seeped through the windows, telling me it was still night.
And on my right, the lamp blinked twice and then shut off completely.
What the fuck?
My heart boomed in my ears, as sweat beaded on my forehead.
How the hell do I go back to sleep after that?
Chapter 58
Wet
Blue
What do I do now?
Warm water streamed down my aching bones and energized my body. Steam rose, fogging the glass.
I stood under the downpour and replayed the day’s activities over and over in my head.
It was why I had not gone to sleep yet.
Too much had happened. I’d almost died. Due to that, it felt like the distance between life and death was only a thin sheet of ice, easily breakable and surrounding me in cold hardness.
Meanwhile, two men that I was falling for were trying to kill each other.
What was I supposed to do now? Should I check on each and see how they were? Or should I stay away? Were they pissed with me? Or did they need me?
I yearned for answers to know how to proceed.
Suddenly, noise sounded behind me.
I turned around.
What?
I tensed, seeing a blurred image of a large figure looming on the other side of the glass, watching me.
“Hello?” I inched back, fisted my hands, and readied myself to fight whoever it was. “Who is that?”
Without speaking, the person reached for door’s gold handle.
“Get the fuck out of my bathroom.” I raised my fists and retreated further. My back pressed against the smooth tile.
The foggy glass door swung open.
David stood there. Steam left the shower and curled around the hard planes of his body.
Oh.
My breath caught in my throat.
Slowly, I lowered my fists and covered my breasts. “David. . .”
Silently, he watched me, wearing a new designer black shirt that was the color of the night sky—deep, rich, and dark. His pants clung to his muscular thighs and the growing bulge between them.
His bruises, dark and purple, stood out starkly against his golden skin. Thankfully, there were no swollen eyes or broken nose. In the meantime, the swelling and bruises didn’t detract from his good looks, they only hinted at the true toll the fight had taken on him.
The shower continued to spray. Steam billowed rising through the entire bathroom.
Still silent, David moved his gaze from my face and slipped it down my wet body.
I had both arms shielding my breasts. Part of me wanted to cover my pussy, but it was too late to try. His gaze fell on that spot. A low groan left him.
He widened his eyes, and I knew what he was looking at.
While I had not had sex in a long time, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun with myself. Therefore, every month when I dyed the hair on top of my head blue, I did the same to my pubic hair. Once I was done, I would shave most of the pubic hair, but leave a blue heart on the mound of my pussy.
Will he think I’m crazy for doing it?
David licked his lips and raised his view back to me.
“A-are. . .you okay?” I studied David’s face.
Still shielding my breasts, I left the wall and walked over to him. “Talk to me.”
He remained silent. No emotion flickered in his blue eyes.
“I am sorry. What. . .can I do?” I took a deep breath and willed my hand not to shake as I reached out to touch the bruises on David’s face.
“I never wanted you two to fight.” I ran a finger over the purplish-blue discoloration near his left eye.
He stood still, not batting those long lashes, not flinching.
My fingers shivered. “I did not mean to hurt you. . .and cause this. . .conflict.”
My eyes watered. I desperately wanted to hug him. Kiss him. Make it up in any way possible.
My heart sank.
“I understand. . .if you do not forgive me.” Slowly, I pulled my hand away.