I don’t turn away from him this time when I think about my answer. I think about everything we’ve talked about tonight, and think to myself that he’s right. I need to go and enjoy myself despite the fear.
“Yes. I am.” I smile at him and he smiles back at me before reaching over and ruffling my hair.
“Good, and you know anyway if you’re not having a good time Dragna would have the jet fuelled and ready to go within fifteen minutes of you calling him.”
Sorry, did he just say what I think he said?
“A jet?” I screech.
“Awblyat’, he’s going to murder me. Do not tell him I told you he has a jet. Please Willow. I thought he would of told you!”
He looks genuinely terrified that he’s let that information slip.
“Just how rich is my boyfriend Lev?”
This is the first time I’ve ever seen Lev looking nervous and I don’t like it. He scratches the back of his head before looking me in the eyes again, his tone deadly serious. “He’s the king of New Yorksyestryonka.”
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We drove back to the house in what Lev probably thought was a comfortable silence, but in reality I couldn’t stop thinking about what kind of man Dragna is and I still can’t quiet my mind even though we have been back at Dragna’s house for a while now.
He has a jet? I knew he had money and was rich, but a jet? And why didn’t he tell me? What else don’t I know about him?
The more I think about it all, the more I spiral.
I think back over some of the interactions we have had, or when Alina’s dad showed up at the club and I didn’t notice it atthe time, but they both looked at each other like they knew each other. Dragna told me I didn’t know who her dad was or what his security were capable of and a I was so angry I didn’t pick up on what he could of meant by that.
Are they even security? They looked terrifying and I thought I saw one of them reach for a gun at one point. Does he actually know her dad? Has he this whole time? But would Dragna be caught up with people like that, people who carry weapons? Did I even really see someone reach for a gun or am I catastrophizing everything in my head?
God I don’t know what I thought I saw now or what I believe. What I do know for sure though, is that I don’t think I know my boyfriend as much as I thought.
Chapter Thirty Six
Dragna
The lights are still on when I arrive home and I hang my head knowing Willow is probably still awake.
The meeting I held tonight was for fucking nothing because even with Nikolai present going over all the data we have now on the car, the stalker is still a fucking ghost. There’s one thing I know for sure though, and it’s that they know exactly who I am and what Willow means to me.
They saw us together in the jewellery store and if Willow hadn’t spied the car, would we have even known we were being watched? And how many times have they watched us without us knowing.
I’m so furious with myself, my men, whoever is stalking my girl and the fucking world that I can feel the heat radiating from my body.
I storm through the doors and head straight to the kitchen to grab a drink. I know Willow is somewhere in the house, Lev as well since I sent him back here to look after her, but I can’t look either of them yet. I can’t bring myself to look into Willows eyes and tell her we came up with nothing tonight and that I don’t know if she is safe, even with me trying my best to protect her.
I grab the first bottle I find and pour myself a glass of whiskey before downing it in one go. I lean on the countertop and try to get a hold over my emotions before going to seek her out. The only good thing is that I had Ivan collect the necklace I bought Willow earlier today. He brought it to the club and Nikolai fitted a tracker inside it.
Do I feel like the world’s biggest asshole for putting a tracker on Willow like she’s some kind of animal? I probably should, but I don’t. Not when it could potentially save her life one day. Convincing her to wear it when it costs as much as what it does however, that’s going to be the problem.
I’m losing control when all I’ve ever been used to was having it. Between Marco asking me about a bigger shipment, the Irish wanting said bigger shipment for fuck knows what reasons and Willow being stalked. I’m fucked. I pick up the empty glass in front of me and throw it at the wall. My breathing comes out in harsh breaths and I pace up and down the kitchen.
I hear the soft padding of footsteps approaching and I look up to the doorway to find Willow standing there, staring at me in shock. She’s wearing one of my shirts, buttoned up to just her chest, slipping off one side revealing one of her shoulders, and it’s so big on her it almost reaches her knees. Her silky brown hair is tied up in a bun with a few stray strands falling down and framing the sides of her face.
She’s an angel.
If someone ever tried to hurt her, if someone ever tried taking her from me… I would burn New York to the fucking ground to get her back.
She walks slowly and calmly over to me, but before she reaches the broken glass and I stride to her and pick her up before she cuts her feet.
