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to her dark complexion. The contrast was distractingly lovely.
“Since nobody wants to say it like it is because they don’t want to risk hurting your feelings, Sacha, I’ll be the asshole here. You’re being naïve, and quite honestly, blind as shit. You’re not dealing with an old high school sweetheart who works in an insurance office and plays golf on the weekends. You’re dealing with a man born into one of the most ruthless Russian organized crime families to exist in the last hundred years, who just so happens to own a multi-billion-dollar company on the side . Overachiever much?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes that made Sacha want to slap them out of his head. “He’s not going to frown and wave his finger in your face if he finds out you had his kid and kept her from him for months and months. He’s going to lose his fucking mind because you stole from him something those guys live and die for; their family. Plain and simple; he’s going to destroy your little fucking life. And that’s only if he’s not in the mood to kill you and dump your body in the Hudson so he can take his daughter and raise her to be the next Russian mafia princess. And anyone who gets in his way will join you in that watery grave. All of you wake the fuck up to the reality of this situation. He’s stationed guards here not to protect her but because he wants her. There are goddamn mobsters surrounding our fucking building right now!” he spat as he pointed to the muted TV. “They probably have semi-automatic weapons under their five-hundred-dollar coats! If you think there’s still a possibility that you can take Tarasov’s child and “leave,” you need to give your head a shake. What you should be doing right now, is praying.” With that, he released his wife’s mouth and stormed across the room. He didn’t slam the bedroom door but closed it quietly. He might be angry, but he was still aware enough not to frighten the two babies in the house.
“You’re right,” Justin said to Angela. “He should write a book or something.”
“Right?” she said, bobbing her head in an I-told-you-so fashion.
Neither was fazed by the outburst.
Sacha was shaking.
She stared at the door Steve had just hidden behind and tried not to show how livid she suddenly was. How dare he voice such a warped, negative representation of Alekzander’s character? So biased and…Hollywood! Her daughter’s father was so much more than a successful businessman who’d been born into a family with questionable ties. He was strong, protective, loving. He was affectionate and warm, and generous and thoughtful. He was witty and funny, and he’d been her very best friend as well as a considerate, incredibly erotic lover. And, yes, he was a member of the Tarasov Bratva, and a cheating, womanizing jerk. There was no denying that. But that was not all he was.
Pulling up the bassinet and cradling her daughter that much more protectively, as though sheltering her from what had, so unfairly, been said about her father, Sacha went to leave. She was furious with herself for feeling insulted on Alekzander’s behalf, but it was there, and she couldn’t pretend otherwise. Not to herself.
Angela touched her arm as she made it to the door, her smile careful as she slipped Lekzi’s diaper bag over Sacha’s shoulder. “Don’t be upset by what he said. He’s not used to this kind of thing. My dad’s friends were forever sitting around our kitchen table eating my mom’s amazing creations. Sure, now we know they were gangs and la familia, but at the time, they were just dad’s friends. What people see on the surface is rarely what is.” She looked back at Justin, who was by the window, texting once more. When she came back around, she took Sacha by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “How did you feel when you saw him?” she whispered. “For real.”
Sacha didn’t mean to be honest, but when she opened her mouth, it just tumbled out.
“Since nobody wants to say it like it is because they don’t want to risk hurting your feelings, Sacha, I’ll be the asshole here. You’re being naïve, and quite honestly, blind as shit. You’re not dealing with an old high school sweetheart who works in an insurance office and plays golf on the weekends. You’re dealing with a man born into one of the most ruthless Russian organized crime families to exist in the last hundred years, who just so happens to own a multi-billion-dollar company on the side . Overachiever much?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes that made Sacha want to slap them out of his head. “He’s not going to frown and wave his finger in your face if he finds out you had his kid and kept her from him for months and months. He’s going to lose his fucking mind because you stole from him something those guys live and die for; their family. Plain and simple; he’s going to destroy your little fucking life. And that’s only if he’s not in the mood to kill you and dump your body in the Hudson so he can take his daughter and raise her to be the next Russian mafia princess. And anyone who gets in his way will join you in that watery grave. All of you wake the fuck up to the reality of this situation. He’s stationed guards here not to protect her but because he wants her. There are goddamn mobsters surrounding our fucking building right now!” he spat as he pointed to the muted TV. “They probably have semi-automatic weapons under their five-hundred-dollar coats! If you think there’s still a possibility that you can take Tarasov’s child and “leave,” you need to give your head a shake. What you should be doing right now, is praying.” With that, he released his wife’s mouth and stormed across the room. He didn’t slam the bedroom door but closed it quietly. He might be angry, but he was still aware enough not to frighten the two babies in the house.
“You’re right,” Justin said to Angela. “He should write a book or something.”
“Right?” she said, bobbing her head in an I-told-you-so fashion.
Neither was fazed by the outburst.
Sacha was shaking.
She stared at the door Steve had just hidden behind and tried not to show how livid she suddenly was. How dare he voice such a warped, negative representation of Alekzander’s character? So biased and…Hollywood! Her daughter’s father was so much more than a successful businessman who’d been born into a family with questionable ties. He was strong, protective, loving. He was affectionate and warm, and generous and thoughtful. He was witty and funny, and he’d been her very best friend as well as a considerate, incredibly erotic lover. And, yes, he was a member of the Tarasov Bratva, and a cheating, womanizing jerk. There was no denying that. But that was not all he was.
Pulling up the bassinet and cradling her daughter that much more protectively, as though sheltering her from what had, so unfairly, been said about her father, Sacha went to leave. She was furious with herself for feeling insulted on Alekzander’s behalf, but it was there, and she couldn’t pretend otherwise. Not to herself.
Angela touched her arm as she made it to the door, her smile careful as she slipped Lekzi’s diaper bag over Sacha’s shoulder. “Don’t be upset by what he said. He’s not used to this kind of thing. My dad’s friends were forever sitting around our kitchen table eating my mom’s amazing creations. Sure, now we know they were gangs and la familia, but at the time, they were just dad’s friends. What people see on the surface is rarely what is.” She looked back at Justin, who was by the window, texting once more. When she came back around, she took Sacha by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “How did you feel when you saw him?” she whispered. “For real.”
Sacha didn’t mean to be honest, but when she opened her mouth, it just tumbled out.
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