Page 9 of King of my Heart
I stand thereas they wheel my whole world through two massive doors. We weren't supposed to have surgery yet. I had three more days to prepare for this. Until last night when she stopped breathing and I had to call the ambulance to come get her. They told me just two hours ago that she can’t wait and that things are worse than what they thought.
Texting Aleksandr that I wouldn’t be there wasn’t the smartest thing but I know he doesn’t know about Samara so I had no choice. I can’t continue to lie to him but I have no idea how I’m going to pay him back for what I did. It was the only way that I could pay for Samara to have the best of the best. The sound of my phone ringing brings me back to earth.
I pull it out of my pocket and see that Aleksandr is calling. I don’t want to answer it but know that I need to.
“Hey, Alek,” I say not at all hiding how tired and scared I am.
“Yelena, I was calling to see how are feeling,” he says and I know by his tone he is on the edge.
“I’m still tired and just not feeling well,” I say walking down the hall to the waiting room.
“I see that.” My heart stops when he says that.
I turn to find Aleksandr standing down the hall and I know by the look on his face that I am not going to make it out of this. Hanging up the phone I call my neighbor.
“Hola, how is the little one?” she asked.
“Just went into surgery but I won’t be here when they bring her out,” I whisper.
“Oh no, God. He knows?” she asks, I had to tell her so that when this happened she would know what to do with Samara.
“Tell her I love her when you see her,” I tell her tears running down my face as Aleksandr finally makes his way to me and pulls the phone away.
“Let's go, Doll,” He states.
“Alek…” I start but he cuts me off.
“No words. I can’t promise what I’ll do if you speak right now,” he growls so low that true fear washes over me.
Aleksandr takes my hand leading me out of the hospital and to a waiting car. We get in and speed away from my world. I will never regret what I did to make sure that she is healthy and happy. I know Lawson will take her and love her just like I would. I let the silent tears fall, never making a sound. Gambit Casino & Hotel comes into view and I close my eyes and pray that by some chance I’ll make it out of this alive.
“Let’s go,” Aleksandr says, pulling me out of his side of the car.
I don’t fight or try to run knowing that I would never make it out. We make it to the top floor and when the elevator doors up there are several men that I’ve gotten to know over the last few weeks. All of them show no emotion of any kind and won’t even make eye contact. Aleksandr guides me to a chair where my wrists are zip-tied.
“Yelena, I’ve trusted you in ways that I never thought I could. It makes me sick and question my own sanity to know that I was so wrong,” he says as he walks over to a table unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his amazing full back piece. Like always his watch is in place.
“Aleksandr, I have stolen from you. I took the money. No matter the reason I did it.” I tell him knowing that lying isn’t an option.
“Try. Give me a good reason that you believe could save your fucking life, Yelena.”
“Samara.” That one word is all I have.
“What does that fucking mean. Yelena, why? How?” Aleksandr is pacing in front of me spinning a blade in a way that makes it look as if it’s a part of him.
“When you love someone beyond reason and you are told that what they need costs more than you could make in a year,you do whatever it takes to make sure they get it.” I don’t know why I won't tell him all, I just know that when I do he will own all of me.
With what I’ve done, him owning all of me means even if I make it out alive I’ll never truly live again.
“Yelena, your not fucking making sense. I need you to just give it to me fucking straight. Why did the Volkovs send you here?” Aleksandr demands getting nose to nose with me.
“The Volkovs have nothing to do with this. I did what I did because if I didn’t Samara would’ve died. She is all I have in the world. I would burn this fucking place to the ground if it meant she was able to live a happy life,” I growl getting angry.
I know I did wrong. I knew when I did what I did I would most likely die. I would do it a thousand times over to do what I did for Samara.
Chapter Eight
Aleksandr
