Alexei (Her Russian Protector #8) (46 page)

“I’ll stay here.”

“I’m leaving the keys with you.” He dropped the key fob into the cup holder between us. “Lock the doors. Don’t open them for anyone but me.”

“Yes, Warden.”

Stas got out of the car and waited until he heard the doors lock to walk away from it. I leaned back in the seat and checked the notifications on my phone. I glanced up whenever I heard a vehicle approaching or noticed movement in the mirrors. Nothing seemed out of place or odd—until I recognized the black SUV rolling into the parking garage.

What in the world was Alexei doing here? I twisted in my seat to make sure it was actually him and it was.

Amused that we were in the same place at the same time, I called him. When he didn’t answer, I decided to walk up the next level to his parking space. Stas would probably flip his lid if he came back to find me gone so I texted him my plan as I killed the engine and got out of the car.

I followed the incline up to the next level and came around the corner just in time to see Alexei step out of his SUV. I started to call out to him but stopped when I realized he was smiling at someone else.

What the hell?

Frozen in place, I watched as Alexei embraced a slender and very elegantly dressed woman.

It was
her
. It was the redhead from the salon. It was the woman who had plans to meet up with her ex.

Her ex?

My current boyfriend.

Alexei
.

Shocked, I watched her slide her arm through his. They laughed and smiled at each other as they walked toward the elevator. Not wanting to be caught, I backed up quickly, hiding my body behind a concrete pillar. Putting a shaking hand to my throat, I tried to swallow the quivering ball choking me.

“What the hell are you doing?” Stas startled me as he came up behind me without warning. “I told you to stay in the car.”

“I saw Alexei,” I numbly replied.

“Alexei? Here?” Stas stepped around the pillar and spotted the SUV. “Why are you hiding here? If you saw Alexei, why didn’t—”

“He wasn’t alone.” The words came out so quietly that I wasn’t sure he heard me. “He was meeting a woman.”

“
Blin.
” Stas grabbed my hand and tugged me back toward the car. “We need to get out of here right now.”

The stupor that had momentarily taken hold was replaced by anger. What the hell was Alexei doing here with that woman? Why hadn’t he told me he was meeting someone here at the penthouse?

I already knew that answer, of course. I knew that he wouldn’t have lied to me about a business meeting and a favor for a friend if there was an innocent explanation for this. There was only one reason to take that woman to the penthouse in the middle of the afternoon.

Furious, I dug in my heels. “No!”

Stas whirled back to me. “Yes!”

“No!”

“Shay, we are leaving right now. If you don’t walk, I will pick you up and carry you to that car. Do you understand me?”

“Screw you! I’m going up to that apartment and I’m going to confront him.”

“No, you’re not.” Stas put both hands on my shoulders. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he lowered his face until we were eye to eye. “I’m not going to stand here and let you make a scene and embarrass yourself. You’re going home. You’re going to cool off and calm down and then you’re going to make peace with this and keep your mouth shut.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“You’ll do that because you’re going to go home and realize that without Alexei you have nothing. You have no home. You have no money. You have no job. Your sister is still missing. Mueller and the Mexicans have both painted a target on your back. That man is the only thing that stands between you and death. If you want to stay alive, you need him and you need to keep him happy.”

Torn up inside, I blinked rapidly and tried to fight the tears burning my eyes. I didn’t want to accept anything Stas had to say, but deep down inside, I knew he was right. Without Alexei, I was as good as dead. Sooner or later, Lalo’s body would be found and I would be marked for death.

But I didn’t want Alexei like this. I wanted him the right way. I wanted him to love me as much I loved him. I wanted him to be mine and only mine forever. I didn’t want to share him with anyone else.

“This is so fucked up, Stas.”

“Life is fucked up.” Gently wiping away the tears on my face, Stas said, “It’s time to grow up, Shay. You’re sweet and kind and good. Alexei loves that about you. He’s offering you the full package. He’s offering you a home, money, access to powerful people and trendsetters. He’s offering you a future.”

“So what? You’re saying I have to accept that?” I gestured toward his SUV. “That I have to just swallow his infidelity?”

“These whores get the penthouse. They get an hour of his time and then they’re done. But you? You’ll get the ring. You’ll get the house. You’ll get his name. You’ll have his babies. He’ll take care of you, and you’ll be happy if you can learn to cast a blind eye to this bullshit. It’s a small price to pay.”

“That’s not good enough for me, Stas.”

His mouth flattened into a sad line. “Then you’re a fool, Shay.”

“I guess I am,” I agreed miserably.

Stas awkwardly hugged me, wrapping his brawny arms around my shoulders and squeezing me tight. His embrace surprised me at first. He wasn’t the most touchy-feely of guys, but deep down inside, he was a good man. He didn’t always say the nicest things, but he was gentle when it counted. He understood that I was in pain and needed some support right now.

With his arm around my shoulder, he led me back to the car and helped me into the passenger seat. We didn’t speak as he drove me back to Alexei’s house. I stared out the window and tried to process everything that had just happened. I didn’t know what to think or feel anymore. Everything I had accepted to be true about Alexei and about our relationship had been decimated. It was all lies. All of it.

I have to get out. I have to get out now.

But where would I go? Kylee? She was already on the hook for Lalo’s death. If I ran to her, we would be two perfectly placed targets alone in that apartment of hers.

Shannon.

I could try to find Shannon and then we could disappear together. I had the money Alexei had given me, not a lot, but it would be enough to get us on a bus. We’d have to start over, but we weren’t afraid of hard work. We could sleep in roach motels and eat ramen until we had enough scraped together to get an apartment.

“Don’t even think about it,” Stas warned as we walked into the house a short time later.

“Think about what?” I played dumb.

“You’re thinking about running. It’s not going to happen, Shay. Not on my watch. I’ll handcuff you to me if that’s what it takes to keep you safe.”

He was dead serious. “Stas—”

“No, Shay. You are safe here. It might not be ideal, but you’ll have to learn to accept it. For both our sakes,” he added. Taking my hand, he dragged me through the house to the office I had taken over with my supplies. Flipping on the light, he pointed toward my tools. “The best thing you can do right now is take all that anger and pain inside you and turn it into fuel for work.”

“Work? Right now? When I feel like I’m dying inside?”

“Yes. Right now.” He gave me a little push toward the desk. “Alexei believes in you and in this business. He’s not wrong about either of those things. He believes you’ll be a success. Use him to get what you want.”

“That’s so cold, Stas.”

“And fucking that other woman while you’re here playing house isn’t?”

I recoiled at the ugly way he framed it. “Stas!”

“It’s the truth, Shay, and that’s why you have to listen to me,” he insisted. “You have a big, soft heart, Shay. Make your money. Get back on your feet. Then get the hell out before he ruins you.”

He’s already ruined me
, I thought dejectedly. I had fallen for Alexei’s charm like so many other women before me. I was a fool. I was just as stupid and pathetic as my mother had been, always chasing after the wrong men.

I had believed I was different, that Alexei could love me more than any of the others because I was special, but I had been dead wrong. I wasn’t special. I wasn’t different. Naïve. Childish. Hopelessly romantic. I was all those things.

Stas was right. It was time for me to grow up and see the world as it truly was. My life had taught me many painful lessons. This failed relationship with Alexei was just another one of them. I had been an idiot to place my safety and my future in the hands of a man. I had given up my home and my job for empty promises.

With renewed determination, I sorted out my projects and chose three of them. Two needed finishing touches. Punching holes in leather proved to be rather therapeutic. Setting grommets and eyelets felt even better. A few times, Stas came to the open door to watch me as I slammed a mallet down again and again. The thick board I used as a working platform absorbed most of the energy but the loud thud echoed in the office.

When I was finished with those two handbags, I wrapped them in pillowcases, tagged a note to each one and then then picked up the third order form. The client had chosen a fawn shade of leather for her handbag and wanted some feathery designs burned into it. I selected the pyrography tips I would need and attached them to the pens before plugging them in to heat.

Carefully, I unfolded the sheet of vegetable tanned leather and inspected it again for any blemishes. Satisfied with its condition, I measured out the leather I needed and cut it with my super sharp shears. I found the design we had settled on and used the copy of it as a template. I traced the template with a ballpoint stylus.

When I was finished, I set aside the paper and picked up the stylus pen I needed for the tracing. The heat radiating from the tip warmed my fingers and reminded me to use excess caution. In my early days of leather burning, I had scorched my fingertips so many times. It had taken two years of working with these tools regularly to feel comfortable with them. Even now, I worried about safety all the time, always looking for things that would melt or catch fire and keeping my fingers safe from the blazing hot tips.

While I methodically traced the imprint the stylus had created, I couldn’t stop thinking about Alexei and the redhead. Embarrassed, I remembered the way she had looked at me when Kylee had made her ill-timed joke about my sugar daddy. Even worse, I remembered the way Nisha had glanced back at the salon’s cutting floor when she was talking to me in private. She must have known that Alexei was stepping out on me with the glam redhead.

Feeling sick to my stomach, I realized what a fool I had been the last few days. The worst part? I had let Alexei put me at risk of not only pregnancy but an STD. I couldn’t be sure he was telling the truth about always using protection with his other partners. Ashamed, I decided that tomorrow morning I would go straight to the clinic. My days of being cavalier with my health and future were over.

Distracted by thoughts of pregnancy and sickness, I wasn’t paying attention when I reached out for the copy of the design to check my work so far. The cord of the pen I held tugged on the other pen plugged in next to it. I heard the other pen falling and reacted on instinct, reaching out to grab it before it fell on the floor.

Idiot!

“OW!” I screamed in pain as the sharp skew tip burned my fingers. The unbelievable pain as it simultaneously burned and sliced was so bad I shrieked again and ripped it away from my blistering skin.

Stas barreled into the room. “What happened?”

Gripping my injured hand, I sobbed in pain. “I burned myself.”

He was at my side in a second. “Let me see.” When I pulled my hand back, he took it firmly and repeated himself. “Let me see it, Shay.”

When I showed him, he winced. Reaching down, he unplugged the pyrography pens so we wouldn’t start a fire. In a flash of speed, he scooped me up and rushed me to the kitchen. He put my hand under the faucet and started running cold water onto my wounded fingers. The heat in my fingers was almost too much to bear, and the cold sting felt even worse.

“I know it hurts but you have to cool it down.” He found a plastic sandwich bag in a drawer and took it to the refrigerator where he filled it up with ice. He wet a towel under the faucet and wrung it out before wrapping the ice pack with it. “Put this on your hand. We need to get you to the emergency room right now.”

It was the last place I wanted to go, but he was right. This wasn’t a small burn I could fix with some antibiotic ointment and a bandage. Holding my hand to my chest, I followed Stas out of the house and into the car. He helped me fasten my seatbelt before jogging around and getting behind the wheel.

Backing out of the garage, he shook his head. “You have the worst fucking luck of any woman I’ve ever met.”

Hand throbbing and heartbroken, I could only nod in quiet acceptance of that fact. The worst luck ever…

Chapter Twenty-Three

Pulling into the penthouse parking garage, Alexei wrapped up his phone call with Ivan and parked in his usual spot. It felt strange coming back here. This was usually a place that filled him with excitement and lust. Today he felt none of that. The woman he wanted wasn’t waiting for him upstairs. She was on her way home.