SWNOVELS Sasha: Chapter 64
Two weeks of Russian hospital food was enough to drive anyone to commit murder.
We were back in the car, a bulletproof Mercedes Benz SUV with an entourage of other SUVs in front and back of us.
“Did I miss something and you became the president?” I questioned Sasha, sliding him a glance across the seat.
Tatiana sat next to me, rolling her eyes vigorously. “That’d be a disaster,” she muttered. “No, my dear brother declared war on the Russian Pakhan. Vasili and Alexei, idiots that they were, stood behind him.”
“Oh.” That didn’t sound good, although it didn’t mean that much to me. “Who’s the Russian Pakhan?”
Tatiana threw me a look full of disbelief.
“Your brother sheltered you too much,” she grumbled, shaking her head. “Ilias Konstantin.”
Oh, shit. That didn’t sound good.
Especially since it was Ilias’ twin brother who had a skull full of bullets.
“We can’t talk it out?” It was a dumb question. I knew enough that talk in the underworld was pointless. She didn’t bother answering me.
I leaned back into my seat and sighed.
Alessio and Autumn went back to Canada. It was for the best since Alessio and Sasha were constantly at each other’s throats. Alessio grumbled about having a lunatic in the family. And Sasha being Sasha would come back with a snarky response. I heard him say to Alessio he would have ended him for his yapping mouth if it wasn’t for me. That he was lucky I loved him. Like two old ladies, I swear. But the moment they noticed me, they’d quiet down and pretend they were best buddies. As if anyone would believe their act. Holidays should be a fun affair.
Killian visited me at the hospital too. It was a short visit. A tense one too. I kept apologizing and he kept telling me it wasn’t necessary to apologize. I was upfront that my heart belonged to someone else. Truthfully, he didn’t look shattered. Not that I expected him to be upset, but a tiny bit of disappointment would have been nice.
But then I immediately scolded myself for being selfish and having these stupid femme fatale notions.
As he headed for the exit, he paused in the doorway for a second and turned his head to narrow his eyes on Sasha. “Treat her right or I’ll come after you.”
“Great, another fucker concerned with my woman,” I thought I heard Sasha mutter.
I grinned because I knew, without an ounce of doubt, that Sasha would always treat me right.
He loved me. He waited for me. There was nobody else for me.