Chapter 27
SLADE
Ihear a safety clicking off, pretty sure that it’s Alexei’s as he points it at Isabella.
I keep fucking clenching my jaw and my entire body is tense.
I need to calm down and relax because if not I’m going to shoot someone without thinking.
Someone might fucking die today who I’d regret killing.
“I’m going to have to go, Lan. I need to take care of something,” I say in Russian before hanging up and looking at Alexei. “Put your gun down.”
“But sir-”
“Do I need to say it again? Put your gun down before I grab it and shoot you in the skull.” I glare and he lowers his gun slowly while he keeps his eyes on Isabella.
“Niko, continue driving to the airport. Both of you, pretend you’re deaf and don’t pay attention to anything back here.
If you hear a shot, don’t fucking shoot her. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” Niko and Alexei say.
Alexei is still kind of new to working for me and our family.
I scouted him while he was in the special forces and I saw his potential.
After training with my guards, I wanted to give him a shot at working closely with me.
I turn to Isabella who still has the gun pointed at me.
I’m not worried.
The gun probably still has the safety turned on because Isabella doesn’t know how to handle a gun.
She’ll learn.
After I make her cum all over said gun.
“Avtor, put the gun down,” I say calmly.
“No, let me go, Slade. I can’t go anywhere with you.”
“You’ll like Russia, trust me. Just put the gun down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I say but Isabella doesn’t listen.
Motherfucker.
I had to choose this one.
I had to choose the one who disobeys and doesn’t fucking listen to me.
Since Isabella doesn’t show any signs of standing down, I take the gun from her hand, toss it into Alexei’s lap, and grab her waist to pull her closer to me.
“No!” she yells while trying to scoot away from me. “No, Slade! You have to let me go! I can’t go to Russia!”
“Isabella, it’s the safest place for you right now. By my side, especially since that fucking creep is still out there and until I kill him, you aren’t safe.” I rub her shoulders to calm her down. “And don’t ever, ever fucking point a gun at me. Do you understand?”
“You can’t kill him, Slade. You have no right,” Isabella yells, ignoring everything I just said about the gun.
She legit does not give a fuck.
I shake my head lightly. “What did I tell you in the apartment? You have no clue what kind of person I am. Don’t provoke me, Isabella.” My lips graze her ear. “You remember the last time you provoked me don’t you?”
I still can’t stop thinking about her, on the floor in the parking garage with her ass in the air, her shorts pulled down her legs.
Just thinking about it makes my dick hard.
I grab her and pull her onto my lap so that she knows what she’s doing to me. “You feel that?” I adjust her position, teasingly thrusting up into her. “I was just inside you less than two hours ago. My cum is still probably sitting in your pussy.” I whisper in her ear.
She turns her head glaring at me still. “Yea, about that. We need to have a talk.”
I raise my eyebrow at her little attitude. “Okay, give it to me.”
Isabella nervously glances at my men in the front seat before looking back at me. “You came inside me,” she whispers in my ear
“And? You are on birth control so why are you worried?”
“Because I can’t have a possible baby with a murderer.”
A smirk lifts my lips and I chuckle softly. “Oh you’re going to be having a lot of my babies, avtor.”
She smacks my chest. “Take me home.”
“No. You’re coming with me to Russia. Deal with it,” I say, wanting to just be done with this conversation but I know she is going to keep arguing with me, even while we are in Russia.
“Slade. You can’t force me to go to Russia with you.”
I raise my eyebrow at her. “Really?” Her eyebrows are furrowed in a furious way and her face is turning red. She is mad and annoyed but I couldn’t care less. I tighten my lips and nod slowly. “Okay, Isabella.” I dig through my pocket, trying to reach for the box that I bought two weeks ago.
“What are you doing?”
I pull out the velvet box, opening it and taking the ring out. I grab her left hand and slide the silver engagement ring onto her ring finger.
“No, Slade. You’re crazy!” she says, taking her hand out of mine.
“If you take it off, I’m going to fucking brand you instead. So keep this on,” I demand.
“No, Slade.” Tears start to form in her eyes. “This is all insane. You have to think about this,” she pleads, looking at me with those begging eyes that make me almost want to say ‘fuck it’ and let her go, but screw that.
She’s mine.
“I have,” I say in a defiant tone. “You’ll be my wife and stand by my side until death do us part.”
“Why are you doing all this?”
“Because if I let you have a choice you would run, Isabella. Right?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
She doesn’t say anything or show any facial expressions, keeping her facial expression blank.
“There are many reasons why I’m doing this.
The main one being that no one will touch you once you have the Rykov name.
That name protects you, not just from you getting questioned by the police, but from your fucking stalker.
You’ll have guards twenty-four seven and be protected. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
“But why?!” She furrows her eyebrows, looking genuinely confused and scared.
She’ll get over it.
I slide my hand around her throat, not squeezing, but holding her. My eyes connect with hers. “Because the moment I saw you, Isabella Rossi, I knew you were going to be mine. Only fucking mine.”