Page 279 of Nemesync
We headed off, back to the house, getting ready for tonight.
The music blasted in the car while I drove to the island’s only bar. My woman sat beside me, her hair tousled by the wind, sunlight playing with her black curls. She wore that fucking beautiful summer dress that danced with the breeze, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, captivated by her, obsessed with her.
She caught me looking at her like a fucking meal and laughed, “Are you enjoying what you see, Volkov, or do I need to show you how to appreciate a beautiful view?”
I smirked, my fingers tracing imaginary patterns on her knee. “I know how to appreciate one,Milaya.”
I love her so deeply; I breathe love in her presence.
It’s insane how the heart can devote itself entirely to one person and find happiness in doing so. She’s all I need, all I’ve ever wanted, and all I’ll ever dream of.
Her gentle laughter enveloped the car, making me feel warm inside. She was doing so much better, learning to let go and live.
We arrived at the bar and stepped out, greeted by the sound of waves and music inside. Niko, already there, leaned against a post, and I wrapped an arm around Zanae as we entered.
Zanae
Elijah excused himself to take a call outside the bar, leaving Niko and me inside. I watched Niko’s expression subtly change as hesurveyed the room, his eyes turning towards the entrance where Elijah stepped out for the call.
“Everything’s okay?”
Even with them, I couldn’t stop analyzing every little expression they had.
You can lie, but your body never lies.
And at this moment, I knew he was worried. The furrow of his brow and the tightness around his eyes made it clear. Even the way his fingers tapped restlessly on the table showed clearly his agitation.
He glanced back at me, a thoughtful look crossing his face, and with a smile he answered. “Yeah, Little Z, just business.”
I sipped my drink, watching Elijah through the glass door. His body language showed that it was a serious conversation.
Who was he talking to?
Niko’s eyes followed mine, and he let out a sigh.
“Elijah’s got a lot to do.”
I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “What’s going on?”
Niko hesitated before responding, “Just some things we need to handle. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“You know I can read you like an opened book right?” I asked, smiling playfully.
“I know you do, Princess. You’re way too smart to let us fool you. But don’t think about it. Trust us.”
I observed him closely, noticing that guardedness in his face. He wanted to appear nonchalant. But I trusted him with my life, so I just nodded.
Changing the subject, I chuckled noticing Niko’s tattoos, now visible in the shirt he wore. “Never saw them this close.”
He leaned back on his chair and smirked proudly, “Italians don’t have the same amount of love for tattoos as Russians, but what can I say, my Russian part took the lead here.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Sometimes I can’t understand how you and Eli managed to form the Zennites.”
His smile softened, tinged with melancholy. “It wasn’t easy, but when you’re a good leader, your men won’t question what you do. Elijah’s reputation alone was enough to convince the Cosa Nostra that having him lead with me would be an asset.”
He gazed at his best friend outside, admiration and love filling his eyes. “He was Pakhan way before I became Don. He helped me fight with older members of my family who wanted to take the lead and helped me find the strength to face everything that comes with this title. Benny was already here too, family duties I guess. And they never left me.”
I offered him a smile, “Do you even understand how scary the two organizations alone are, but since you made this alliance it’s even better. I heard a lot of people talk about it before I even knew you. I’m proud of you, I don’t think I would ever be able to do it like you two are doing it.”
