Page 215 of Nemesync
“Your fucking ‘way’ is not safe for you; do you understand that?”
I took a step closer, meeting his anger with a determinate gaze. “I’m your associate. I need to be able to act independently when it’s necessary.”
“Independently? Killing a man in a bar is your version of independence?”
“He knew who we were, he … he had his phone and said he wanted to blow the penthouse… and I saw you dead. You would’ve done the same for me, or worse.”
His anger shifted to an understanding, “I know baby. But you’re not just an associate. You’re so much more.”
I took a long breath, my voice softening. “I know. But you have to understand that I’m not helpless. I can’t just stand by when someone threatens what’s mine.”
He pulled me into a tight hug, as if needing to feel my heartbeat and reassure himself. “Don’t ever shut me out.”
I rested my head against his chest. “Okay, but I need you to trust me, even when it gets messy.”
He nodded, still holding me close. “Trust goes both ways,Milaya. Don’t forget that.” His eyes widened as if he just understood something, “Did you just call me yours, Zanae?”
Yes, I did.
I just nodded, not knowing exactly what to add.
He was mine.
Everything in him was mine.
The chaos, the fury, the anger, but also the softness, the pain,everything.
I felt like I could breathe again holding him, he was fine, he wasn’t hurt, nor dead. My heart wasn’t feeling well with him threatened, and this was new and scary.
I killed for him, I killed for Elijah Volkov, and I would do it again without any hesitation.
“I’ve never felt like this before. I felt happy tonight, happy to kill a man, and it terrifies me to feel that if he did something to you, I would do worse than just kill him.”
He watched me, understanding what I felt, because he felt it too, the flows of emotions we forgot deep inside our broken souls.
“My beautiful and deadly Zanae...”
Tears gathered in my eyes, my emotions threatening to drown me in my own darkness.
“When he told me about your location and how he could blow out the house without anyone knowing, my heart stopped, I just saw blood and death marked on his face.”
He approached me slowly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that reached the depths of my psyche. He gently wiped away a tear on my cheek, his touch torturously soft. “I’m here. Death itself couldn’t keep me from coming back to you every day, every time, I promised you.”
Breathe Z, breathe.
I clung to him, trying to find my own self in his gaze. “I don’t know how to deal with this, Elijah. It’s tearing me apart.”
He held me tighter, his head tilted to meet my gaze. “You don’t have to figure it out alone. We’ll face it together, just like everything else. I’m not going anywhere, Zanae.”
Elijah stood there, I stood in front of him, in silence.
I’d do anything for this man,anything.
“My beautiful Zanae. The world can’t handle you.”
Tracing the tattoo on his arm, I didn’t dare look at his eyes, I felt weak, and he was right, the world couldn’t handle me. He closed the distance between us, his gaze never leaving mine. And in a second charged with fascination and frenzy that only we could understand, he murmured, “Survive with me.”
Survive with him.
