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Their lips move against one another as their body molds perfectly together. The sun rises on their body, kissing their bodies. Mercedes pull away as Alexei's head dips down to the crook of her neck. Wanting more of her heat on him.

"Alexei, stop it. I'm hungry." She says in a soft voice.

Alexei just hums as he bites her skin. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he nibble onto her flesh. His hand slides down between her legs but stops when they hear a knock on the door. Alexei snatches his hand away before moving away from Mercedes's body.

"What?" Alexei groans.

"We have an hour to deal with Ron. Your father says he wants to see you there on time." Boris speaks Russian.

"I'll be ready in thirty." He tells Boris before getting out of bed.

Mercedes sits up as Alexei takes off his shirt.

"You're leaving?" She asks him.

He nods walking to the closest. "But I should be back soon, you stay here and rest. I'll make sure to bring back some food." He tells her as she moves the comforter away from her body.

"Okay, can I walk around? I don't want to intrude or anything." She says rubbing her right arm.

"My house is your house. Feel free to do whatever you want."

Alexei couldn't express his happiness. His father would immediately look into it. He had to act like any other day without Mercedes. He needed to be cold and closed off. Ruthless and willing to be merciless.

His father drank his glass of liquor. He looks up at his son before placing his glass down on the coaster. Alexei's eyes never leave his father. A battle of dominance made the room thick with tension. This caused his father to smirk as a dark expression appears on his face.

"You dealt with Ron I assume?" His father asks in his native language.

While Alexei did most of the work he did let Boris finish him off. Annoyed with Ron's antics and constant pleading for his life. He could only take so much whining.

Alexei nods. "Is that it?" He asks wanting to shoot out of his father's office.

His father shrugs, amused. His father takes out a pocket knife, his eyes move to the blade as he looks at his reflection.

"You seem distracted Alexei." His father notices. "It's all over your face."

"I don't know what you're talking about nor do I care," Alexei answers back with no hesitation.

His father throws the knife causing it to hit the wall. Alexei didn't flinch, not even a blink as the knife flew past him by too close to his face. His father scoffs loudly, rolling his eyes as he cracks his knuckles.

"Maybe I should go back to America and kill her, maybe then you won't get too distracted." His father says.

Almost immediately Alexei stood up. In a blink, he was in front of his father. The two eye to eye, Alexei's hands turning into fists.

"Stop threatening her, we're over. There's no point in doing it."

"Love, Alexei, I thought I tore it out of you. But you're just like your mother. That will be your problem until I force you to move on." His father states shrugging his shoulders.

Alexei rolls his eyes as he turns around.

"You touch her and I'll put a bullet between your eyes."


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