Twenty four | Alexander
"Not interested," I state for the hundred's time, but the fucker in front of me doesn't seem to take the hint as he continues to ramble.
Ezekiel arches a brow in my direction before he snatches the cigarette from my hand, "You're so boring." He replies dryly, looking as bothered as Romero who sits with his usual scowl.
"No one wants to hear about your sex life, Ezekiel, he just has the balls to say it." Romero directs his glare at him as my lips lift, it happens once in a lifetime when Romero sides with me over him.
"Did you find anything?" Ezekiel's voice makes me raise my eyes as they clash with his almost dead ones, empty, "Sure, some information has been stolen, but I have no trace of who it might be." It's pissing me off.
"All the suspects are being tracked, and there hasn't been any evidence that proves that any of them are behind it." I groan and run a hand through my hair, "maybe you're looking in the wrong direction, Sir." Arthur's voice surprises me as I turn my attention to him.
And my jaw clenches as I imagine exactly how I'll cut him up into small pieces because I know who he's talking about, he's talking about Ekaterina, and speaking of that, she hasn't been anything but suspicious lately, the calls are becoming unbearable and I'm trying to stay the good husband here but I might just give up at this point.
Arthur has been tracking the phone calls that she gets, and sure enough, he proved to my suspects that the call she got a week ago wasn't her dear 'mother' it was an unknown number with no fucking trace behind it, but he's still looking into it.
"Keep your mouth shut if you're not interested in getting it cut in pieces, Arthur," I reply and his jaw clenches but sure enough he shuts the fuck up, I look up to find Ezekiel smirking in my direction and I arch a brow.
"Is the doll giving you a hard time?" I glare and try to push the murderous thoughts that are clouding my mind away, "Like fuck she is." I mutter under my breath and turn to Romero.
Whose gaze is already on mine, "I'm getting married." He states casually and I mask my surprise as I lean back, studying his expression, He looks somewhat...pleased? Not that he's letting on that much anyway, "wow, who would have thought? We're all getting married." Ezekiel's dry tone doesn't surprise me as I roll my eyes.
"Two of us are doing it willingly." I arch a brow and he scowls, he still doesn't accept the fact that he's getting married next week, the poor girl has been picked and everything's been arranged already.
"Don't kill her." I warn, standing up as I grab my jacket, he smirks and shrugs "I'm afraid that she will, have you met her?" His response stops me in my tracks as I mirror the confused expression on Romero's face.
"Why would we?" Romero replies and Ezekiel looks as pleased as ever, a glint of heat in his eyes that I rarely see "She's way different than I imagined though." He continues, who would have thought? Seeing all of us sitting here and talking about women rather than who we are about to kill.
It's fucking hilarious at this point, "Who are you marrying?" Romero asks but I already know the answer to that question, he's marrying an Italian mafia princess, and this marriage is supposed to bring some peace between both sides.
But I have a feeling that it's about to flip us both over, "he's marrying Amara Giovanni." I answer his question and walk out of the door, deciding that I have better shit to do than this.
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I don't know what I expected to see when I walked inside my house, but it definitely wasn't this, people have lost their fucking minds, "Come on, brother!" Vladimir exclaims from the couch and I glare in their direction as I take in the mess in front of my eyes.
Popcorn, chips, and a horrendous amount of sugar are scattered all over the couch, Ekaterina glances in my direction and grins, it eases the annoyance spreading through my body but it doesn't exactly soften my expression.
Which just causes her smile to widen, I don't know what the fuck is funny here "Where's your sister?" I ask just to spite Vladimir since Ekaterina has no idea what is between both of them, then it would stay that way.
It's not my business, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't going to use the fact against my brother when I needed it either, Kiara and Vladimir shared a past way before our marriage was decided, it's funny how coincidences work.
"She's sleeping—In my room." She stammers and sits straight, her blonde strands a mess on her head, and her eyes cautiously flitting around the messy area, "I'm sleeping in the guest room." Vlad adds, the muscles in his jaw ticking, a sight that shows he's mad, which is fucking rare.
Lovely, so that leaves us with one conclusion, "I'm sleeping with you." Ekaterina chokes the moment those words leave her lips, "Not in a—you know way, don't get your hopes up." She openly flirts and surprise floods my veins.
Well, "I have work to do, I'll be in the room." I state dryly and she eyes me, "Did something happen?" She asks cautiously, sinking further into the sofa, I run my tongue across my teeth and think of a lie.
"Things are messy at work." I ease her worries by this convenient response, she nods but doesn't look that convinced, hell, she looks more nervous if that's possible.
I stroll over to the room, ignoring their chatting as I carefully close the door behind me, breathing in the dark scent of my place, walking towards the desk as I pull out my laptop.
I can no longer blame Ekaterina's actions on just coincidences and that I'm overthinking, she made it clear that she's hiding something with her stupid actions.
Maybe not so fucking stupid, but somehow the truth was slowly being revealed, and I feared that my wife was actually going to be a real threat to me, but I stopped when my thoughts wandered there.
Because if I let them, it'll be my downfall, I pick up Arthur's call the moment I see his name flashing on the screen "I got a name." He says sternly and my muscles tense as my body goes rigid.
The name of the person she was talking to, or better yet, the guy she was talking to, "Ivan Kristov." He says and my fingers start working tirelessly as I search for every person with this name.
It doesn't take long before I find four men with that same name, he's clearly Russian which makes it easier to find him for me, just when I'm about to close his call he speaks "I got a location as well."
"Send it." It doesn't take long before he does, the fucker lives a hundred miles away, not too far, I close the call and fight the urge to slam my fist into the nearest wall.
A soft knock cuts off my thoughts and I run my hand across my unshaven jaw as Ekaterina steps inside, her eyes easily finding mine as she drops in the chair in front of me, "Alexander." She says my name like it's a prayer, and it sends a shudder through my body.
Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? If I ever suspected someone having a probability of hurting me, I'd have killed them on the spot, why the fuck is it different when it comes to the woman in front of me?
"Yes?" I graze the inside of my cheek with my tongue and she continues searching my eyes for an answer I'm not willing to give "Why are you acting this way?" She snaps, annoyance clear in her voice as she loses her calm state.
"ty mne lzhesh' Yekaterina." You're hiding something from me, I switch to Russian and shock glistens in her eyes before she raises a brow "ne ya." I'm not she says so confidently, but I don't miss the twitch in her eye.
"Lzhets." Liar,?I swear she smirks in my direction before she masks it, gulping down and suddenly looking nervous,
"skazhi mne, milaya, chto by eto ni bylo, ne skryvay ot menya." Tell me, sweetheart, whatever it is, don't hide it from me, she smiles weakly, her eyes turning glassy as my chest clenches.
"I wish it was that easy." She switches back to English and I clench my jaw "It is, I'm giving you a chance Ekaterina, use it wisely." I grit out, words sounding harsher than I intended.
"You'll understand, you'll get why I'm doing this." She shrugs and I groan "Fine, you want to be stubborn, let's be stubborn." I say in her sarcastic normal tone and she hides a laugh as I glare in her direction.
"Do you want some coffee?" She switches the topic and I avert my gaze to my laptop, not paying attention to her as I continue working, even though I watch her from the corner of my eyes.
Wasn't going to admit that, "Are you giving me the silent treatment?" She asks in an annoyed tone and I laugh internally in triumph, she sighs and a beat passes, an annoyed expression crosses her face as she stands up and starts walking towards the door.
Then she suddenly stops, her hand coming up for support against the door, my muscles go rigid when she whimpers in pain, I spring to my feet and stride towards her, scanning her body to see what the fuck is wrong.
And that's when I notice the grin spread over her face, making her whole face shine as she laughs "Got you." She squeals and I glare, "It's not funny." I state dryly as I try to calm the frantic heartbeats in my chest.
"At least I made you talk, I won." She winks and walks away, leaving me with a confused mind and angry thoughts, why am I acting that way towards her? And how can I stop it?
Immediately.