I do my duty silently and give Alexi a wide berth all night. The club is bustling, but I feel completely empty inside as I play the role of smiling hostess. He’s left me be, said nothing when I appeared at seven when the doors opened, after hours of composing myself upstairs.
I have been trying to put back on that face of control. He is doing what he does best it seems, acting like nothing is amiss and nothing prior happened to cause any awkwardness. I wouldn’t expect anything less from him to be honest.
I caught the staff whispering and throwing glances my way and I wonder if they are looking for my bruises from what they think must have been an inevitable beating. I mean I did piss off our lord and master and defied him so ruthlessly. What they don’t know is that it was so much worse than that. He has the mental edge over me, knows how to break me, and uses that to control me much more effectively than violence. I gave him something he can use next time I step out of line, and he knows it.
Alexi is king of the upper hand and I stupidly keep giving him all my playing cards. I’m even more afraid of him than I was before, if it’s even possible, and I am starting to think the only way out of this is to find my running shoes once more and use them. I can’t see this ever ending, even if I do pay off my debt to Carrero; he doesn’t seem like a guy who just lets you walk out the door when your deal comes to an end, and a year from now he may have enough leverage and emotional tools to have sent me to the loony bin.
‘‘Hello Red ….’’ I jump when Gino’s smooth tone comes at me from behind and throw a wary glance to where Alexi is sitting with a group of men in the lounge area. Girls moving in to drape all over them like cheap whores and I turn away quickly when I see one of them sliding onto Alexi’s lap—it hits me with a cruel twist in my stomach unexpectedly.
I take a long slow inhale, both to shove it down and stop caring what he does, and to appear completely unfazed to everyone around me. It’s like an impulsive reaction every time a male comes near me, to guiltily check if he is watching me, and I am more than aware he has me double checking and watching every move I make tonight.
What has he done to you?
‘’Gino.’’ I step back when he leans into me, making a very visual space between us, with Alexi’s warning swirling in my mind, and he smiles almost knowingly. Looking too Alexi like in a pair of smart trousers and a shirt tonight, the dimness of the room making his eyes look grey and it’s almost creepy in a way. How alike, yet completely different they are.
marrying her, and I don’t fuck around on her.’’ He extends a hand to me and even though I know it’s completely harmless, I can’t get Alexi’s voice out of my head to stay away from his brother. I cross my arms over my bust and throw him a tight smile
arrival?’’ My all business tone and no-nonsense stance. I just want him to step off before Alexi realises he’s here, but he grins at me with
scalded huh? Yeah, you’ve got to learn to stand up to him Red, or he will grind you to dust otherwise. Alexi is a hard arse but there’s more to
and sulking I guess, still feeling emotionally bruised and fragile, and could have done with staying upstairs tonight to get over myself. I’m just not in the hostess mood. He’s bruised my confidence. ‘‘You have no idea missy. How many women can you count on one hand that has a permanent
he spends most of his time anywhere but here, but he’s not a sharer
have no place in power and Alexi is very traditional about some aspects—like a woman’s place. Takes after my father and his generation;
such a relaxed manner. I know it’s not clear-cut, and he had to do something with me
confidence even if the words bite me strangely. I hate that I feel so bereft after the encounter with the cross earlier, even though, in hindsight, he didn’t actually do anything to me that was overly cruel or abusive. What he did was play on something he knew
them without feeling. He’s crazy protective of you though, bringing out the jealous psycho in him … like right now.’’ He nods out towards his left and I glance up, finding Alexi’s eyes are trained on us
from happy. My blood runs
does he?’’ I try to get out of
away. I can almost feel Alexi’s glare burning into me, and cannot look his way as heat envelops my face. That kiss probably just earned me another notch in his punishment book. He’s breaking me down, bringing me to heel,