“What do you mean that you’re selling your wife, Vladimir? Have you lost your mind?” Anastasia asked the Romanov Pakhan. Her eyes wide in surprise and confusion as they both explained their plan as if it was the most casual thing. They all sat in the office Elijah had fixed for her at the Estate. The office was renovated after they got married and regardless of it being for work, it was a lot homier than it was before. The leather couches that were added, and the wooden table which they were all sitting around now. The table now fit sixteen people rather than only six. Her desk has been changed too, and a new computer PC was brought over for her to be able to access data easily and securely. “This is a vengeance that we both swore to take, Anastasia, we cannot back away now when we’ve gotten this close to our target” Vladimir said looking her in the eye. Elijah wrapped his arm around his wife, preventing her from slapping the man in the face, knowing that she most probably would. “A
Anastasia:I walked toward the poker bar where one of my colleagues reported to have seen him going inside. Watching as the team of officers surrounded the place from far, waiting for my signal.“Anastasia, you are playing a dangerous game” Blake, my partner said wrapping his arm around my waist, stopping me. The man was insane if he believed that I was going to let the bastard go this time.This time, the man was mine. One way, or the other, I’m going to have that bastard behind bars, and I wasn’t going to allow anyone, not even Blake, to stop me from doing so.“Blake, darling, unless you want to lose your hands; I do suggest that you unwrap them from around me” I said glaring at the bar that was literally across the street. Blake sighed and unwrapped his arms from around me knowing that I was dead serious.I crossed the street, the cars stopping at the sight of me not looking left or right, some honked, others
Elijah:I had to fight back rolling my eyes at the woman as I watched her pace around in front of me.Her dark brown hair was tied in a bun. Her brown eyes were fixed on the ground as she waited for whatever her boss was going to say. The two of us knew that they wouldn’t be able to do anything, but she was still doing her best to get me ‘behind bars’ and again, she was going to be disappointed.“You’re making me dizzy” I said catching her attention. She glared at me as I broke whatever train of thoughts she was lost in.“Good”“Can I at least have my things? You know, watching you pace around like some idiotic fly can become annoying, might as well use my phone until I leave” I knew that I was testing her patience. She wasn’t what one called ‘social’ when it didn’t come to her job, and frankly, I believed that she hated me too much to want to be around me to begin
Anastasia:“Nasia, if you keep this up; you will end up losing your job” Blake said as I drove toward the murder scene. This was the fifth one this month, and the pattern which would have usually taken a month or two to repeat itself has become too frequent for anyone’s liking “and how the hell are you sure that it’s another Z case anyway?”“A pattern was followed, and it’s like the person is leaving the people on the same trail. Plus, he left him beside the car” I answered as I sped up, avoiding the cars as I did. They mostly moved out of the way at the sound of the sirens, but I still needed to reach the scene as fast as I could before the FBI claimed it as their case “as for Elijah, the man killed someone right before my eyes…”“To save your life, Anastasia. Yes, it’s not right, but the system…”“What the bloody hell are they doing here?” I ask
Elijah: “Why is the cop coming here again, Ilya?” My aunt, Nikita asked, calling me by my Russian name. Her blue eyes met my brown ones as she entered the living room. She was on edge because I told her that Anastasia was coming, and I couldn’t blame her. The number of times they sent Mikhail because Anastasia decided to want to play cop on me were annoying enough as it was. “Because Aunt Nikita, Alexander is one of my men, and unfortunately for me; Alexander died by a killer their looking for, at least that’s what she assumes. We need to see if there’s a link to lead us to the bastard for me to make him pay, and also for us to ensure that nothing like this happens again” I said cupping her cheeks. I kissed her forehead and smiled “you just relax; I’ll take care of things with her” “You can’t seriously expect to leave a case like this to her, right? Whether the man is someone they’re looking for or not…” “If I was leaving the case to her, I wouldn’t h
Anastasia: “You’re back early” Elijah said opening the door for me “care to come in?” I nodded and walked inside. Elijah closed the door after me and guided me to an office where Yaroslav was sitting. He already knew that I arrived having been told by his security men which were by the door. He gave them the approval to let me in before they opened the door for me. “I see your friend decided not to show up” he stated. “He’s no longer taking care of the case. It’s you and me on this one” I said pointing at the two of us. Yaroslav nodded at me and I returned the favor before taking a seat on the chair in front of the desk which I assumed was Elijah’s. “Drink?” Elijah asked motioning to the bottle of whiskey which was on the bar table. Yaroslav nodded as Elijah poured him a glass and the man waited for my response before pouring at third glass. “At eleven in the morning?” “There’s no specific time to drinking” Elijah answered.
Elijah: I watched as Anastasia walked out of the house, heading to her car which was now parked in the garage. Aunt Nikita who was standing beside me looked at me “are you sure this is a good idea?” “There’s no better way to stay off the grid than to bring in the grid” I said keeping my eyes on Anastasia “she’s ruined far too many businesses for me so far, and I would rather have her in front of me, watching her before I make my next move. Plus, the case does concern Alexander, and he’s one of my men; I won’t let her or her cops leave it to die” “The girl is smart, Elijah; she won’t just give in to what you say, nor would she fall for simple tricks” Aunt Nikita warned me. I looked at her, seeing as Anastasia entered the garage, and nodded in agreement. “I know that she is, and that is why I chose to have her instead of one of her colleagues. Her determination is one thing that I respect, and I would rather have her by my side than theirs” I sa
Anastasia: I walked out to the front porch where Elijah was standing in front of the fence after he made a phone call. I could see Yaroslav standing by his car, keeping his ‘Pakhan’ safe in case things went wrong. He nodded and I returned the favor before looking at Elijah. Mum having just walked to her room to rest, gave Elijah and I our privacy believing that he’s my friend who I suddenly have a romantic fling with. “Is everything alright?” “Must there be something wrong?” Elijah shot back. He turned to face me and for a second, I swear I saw anger in his eyes. “Do you want to tell me why you traced the house and came all the way here?” I asked. Seeing him in my house was the last thing I expected, and the fact that he parked a few blocks away from the house only made it oblivious to me that he did show up to begin with. I didn’t even know how he managed to convince mum to let him in, but whatever it was; I knew that he didn’t come here to s