What is with them both using sofa cushions and resorting to soft violence. They really are a match made in heaven.
“You’re going nowhere Wills.” Alina says while Lev chimes in.
“You’re Alina’s best friend and you’re upset because of my cousin and not to mention she’s still sick. I’m here to look after you both today, okay? Both of you get comfortable and choose a movie. I’ll order us all some breakfast.”
I don’t know why, but between Ali clutching onto me and Lev being adamant that he will make this day better for us both, I feel like today won’t be as bad as I thought it would be with having him around.
Chapter Thirteen
Dragna
I hate myself.
I’ve checked Lev’s tracker about thirty times in the past two hours and he hasn’t moved from Willows house. I text him asking what he was doing there and all I got back was a text saying it was ‘girls day’ and that I was ‘the biggest asshole’ he’s ever known. If it’s girls day, then why the hell is he there.
He also obviously knows what I did last night and because these two girls have a hold over us both, he’s taken their side over his own blood. I don’t blame him because I’d do the same thing if the shoe was on the other foot, but he also needs to hear me out on why I can’t have Willow in my life.
Lev doesn’t give a shit who see’s and who knows his business and I won’t lie, it made me feel jealous when I seen how him and Alina were outside the club the other night. Him so freely not caring who was watching as he kissed her and practically claimed her in front of the entire crowd. I couldn’t do that, no matter how much I wanted to show my interest in Willow from the moment she sat down beside me, I could never do that and place the target that I walk around with on her head too.
I should be getting ready to head over to one of our warehouses where there’s an arms shipment waiting to go, but I can’t stop myself from thinking about Willow. I’m sitting on the end of my bed, I’ve been out of the shower for thirty minutes just sat here with a towel wrapped around my waist while my three dogs whine at me. They know I’m feeling like the piece ofshit I am. I stroke each of them on the head and command them to head back downstairs and decide I need to stop wallowing. I’m thirty four years off age and leader of the Bratva, I need to fucking act like it.
Finally dressed in one of my suits I make my way out the door to meet Mikhail who’s standing smoking while waiting for me in my driveway.
“How’s the shipment looking?” I ask him as we walk to the car.
“Same as it did thirty minutes ago when you first text to ask me.”
I raise an eyebrow at his tone.
He didn’t speak once on the drive to the club when we left Willows house last night and I’d bet my entire bank account he doesn’t like how I acted.
“If you have something to saydroog, just say it.” I tell him.
“Just thinking how the first woman you decide to let in, you treat her like a piece of shit.” He says, shaking his head at me and without an ounce of fear.
Mikhail worked for my grandfather and I have grown up with him as a constant in my life so he unintentionally became like a second father to me. He also helped my mother and was the reason she ended up safe and in my grandfathers care after my father beat her.
At fifty six year old, he’s still as sharp as he always was when I was growing up. Apart from Lev, he’s the only one of our men who would and who can speak to me like this.
“I had to Mikhail. She wouldn’t last a day in this world and I wouldn’t put her in danger like that. Use your fucking headbrat.” I hiss at him angrily.
I’m not pissed at him for calling me out, I’m pissed because he’s right. I did treat her like shit, and if Mikhail and my assholecousin are both this irritated with me, then how must Willow be feeling. I fucking hate myself right now.
Mikhail gets in the drivers seat and I jump in the passenger seat beside him. The drive to the warehouse is silent save for the hip-hop music Mikhail put on and the noise of the outside world. Horns blaring, car engines running beside us in traffic, vendors shouting from their stalls on street corners to attract customers.
I pay no attention to anything because all I can think about is the girl who I need to stay very far away from. I decide to text Lev again asking if he’s going to be making an appearance today.?
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After Lev didn’t respond to my last message I am in an even worse mood than before, if it was somehow possible.
I’m at the warehouse going through our arms shipment making sure everything is correct before it goes out. It’s one of the last shipments going from us before the Italians start taking over some of our trading territory. Speaking of the devil that is the Don, my phone rings and Marco’s name flashes on the screen.
“Don.” I greet him respectfully even though I feel no respect for the man whatsoever.
“Dragna,il mio amico! I’d like to set up a meeting to go over the trading details.” He says all too cheerful for my liking, clearly sucking up to me after our men left Nero at the back of the after his beating.
“I’m busy tonight, but you’re welcome to the club tomorrow night to discuss everything.”
