Zel: Markovic MMA

by Roxie Rivera

  “The Shannon you know isn’t the Shannon I grew up with,” Shay insisted.

  “If you say so,” he replied.

  “I do say so—and I know what you’re going to ask next,” Shay said with a frown. “You’re going to ask about that boyfriend of Mom’s.”

  “I was,” he admitted. “He deserves what he’s got coming to him.”

  “He deserved a lot of things, but he’s dead.”

  “When? How?”

  Shay shrugged uncertainly. “New Year’s Eve of that year. He was stabbed to death in the bathroom at a club.”

  “Ruben?” For a young man with aspirations toward the inner circle of a street game, the dishonor that was done to Shannon would never have been allowed to stand. Ruben would have been expected to spill blood to avenge Shannon.

  Shay nodded. “For all his faults, he loves Shannon. He would do anything for her.”

  Alexei didn’t correct her verb tense. It was better that she referred to Ruben as alive rather than dead, especially if Eric Santos was going to be snooping around her.

  Cupping the back of her neck, he tilted her head back and held her gaze. “Are we all right?”

  “We’re good.”

  “I’m sorry I upset you.” He kissed her lovingly. “I didn’t mean to ruin our morning.”

  “You didn’t ruin it.” She kissed him right back. “We’re probably going to argue like this more often than either of us would like. Especially right now,” she added, “when our relationship is so new.”

  “I wouldn’t know,” he replied carefully. “The women I dated before you didn’t argue with me.”

  She actually snorted with laughter. Arching one of those winged brows at him, she warned, “Don’t expect a free pass from me.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He didn’t tell her that he sometimes enjoyed the way she pushed back. He needed a woman who wouldn’t let him get away with bullshit. He needed a woman brave enough to call him out when it was required.

  Holding her hand, he picked up her plate and led her back to the table. He made himself a second cup of coffee before joining her.

  “Is it okay if Kylee comes over today?” she asked in between bites.

  He was struck by the uncomfortable way her query made him think of a child’s relationship with a parent. Their relationship already had problems of inequality when it came it money, age and experience. He didn’t want to add another layer to that. “Shay, you don’t need to ask permission to have guests.”

  “But, at the penthouse, you said—”

  “That was different.” He cringed at the memory of the things he had said to her there. Fuck. She must have thought he was a controlling asshole with all his rules and stipulations! Now, knowing what he did of her experience with men and relationships, he realized that it had obviously never occurred to her to negotiate with him. That was part of the give-and-take between mistresses and their benefactors.

  Wanting a fresh start, he stated, “The arrangement between us has changed. I would prefer to be told before you have guests in the house only because I’m concerned about your safety. This home is your home.”

  She pushed food around her plate. “For how long?”

  Forever. But he didn’t say that. It would scare her if she found out he was thinking long-term after only a few days. She needed time to get comfortable with their living arrangement and to decide that she wanted to stay with him. “For as long as you would like,” he said instead.

  She seemed satisfied with that response. “Do you mind if I work in here? I have some orders that need to be finished this week.”

  “You can set up your workshop wherever you’d like. The kitchen probably has the most available space.” He glanced around the room and sized up the work surfaces. “But you might like the privacy of my office more. Denise rarely goes in there so she won’t bother you much.”

  “When does she get here?”

  “Around ten.” He glanced at his watch to make sure he had enough time to get to the dealership in time to prepare for the morning sales floor meeting. “I let her come in late because she takes her grandchildren to school. Her daughter works an overnight shift at one of the hospitals downtown. She’s usually out of here by two or three so you’ll have the house to yourself most of the day.”

  “Except for Stas.”

  “Yes, and that reminds me…” He lifted his hips so he could get his hand into the pocket of his trousers to retrieve the keys. Taking her hand, he turned it over and placed the keys on her palm. “These are yours. This key opens the front door. This one opens the door between the mud room and the garage. This one opens the lockbox in the garage where I store the keys to my vehicles. You may drive any of them.”

  Alexei closed her fingers around the keys. “You’re the only with these keys. Denise has a garage door opener that allows her into her parking space, and I leave the side door open for her. Stas will need you to open doors for him. You’ll have to pick the car you’d like him to drive each day.”

  “Do you have, like, a minivan with two different colored doors and maybe rusted out rims? Because I’d really like to see Stas driving that around town today,” she said with some irritation.

  “Shay,” he said carefully, “Stas isn’t used to dealing with women. He’s a street soldier. You have to make some allowances for his behavior. Not all of it, but some of it. I spoke with Stas yesterday and made it very clear that he isn’t to upset you again.”

  Shay sat back in her chair and played with the keys he had given her. “I don’t think he meant to be a jerk. I think he really was trying to be helpful. In his own way, he was trying to protect me.”

  “That’s what I pay him to do.”

  “For how long?” Shay twirled the key ring around her finger. “I don’t think he actually enjoys this line of work.”

  “It doesn’t matter what he enjoys or doesn’t enjoy,” Alexei said matter-of-factly. “Nikolai owns him. He’ll do what the boss says or he’ll find himself on a plane back to New York.”

  “Did Nikolai own you?” Shay bravely asked.

  “Maksim, his boss, did,” Alexei explained. “When Nikolai got the green light to come here, I jumped ship and came with him.” Motioning around them, he said, “It worked out for the best. I’ve made more money here than I ever dreamed possible.”

  “Is it all legit?” she asked carefully.

  He wasn’t sure he was ready to divulge all the dirty details of his rise to this level of wealth. “Every penny in my bank accounts today is legit. It’s all clean.”

  “But it was dirty once?”

  “Some of it,” he said. “It’s complicated, but if you really want to know all the secrets I have, I can tell you about it some other time. It’s not something I can do in ten minutes.” Certain she was concerned about his well-being and safety and the security he could provide, he assured her, “I don’t owe outrageous debts, Shay. This house will be mine in two years. I have a comfortable amount of money tucked away in various safe places.”

  “And what about all the favors you’ve called in to protect me? What kind of debts are you going to owe because of me?”

  “You don’t need to worry about any of that.” Rising out of his chair, he came around to her side of the table and leaned down to kiss her. Gliding his hand over her braid, he said, “You’re worth every fucking penny, Shay.”

  The doorbell rang, interrupting their moment, and he left her in the kitchen to answer it. He found Stas on the porch and welcomed him into the house. “Shay is finishing her breakfast. She’s expecting company today. She’ll let you know what else she wants or needs to do. There will also be a delivery later this afternoon.”

  “What kind of delivery?” Stas removed his damp jacket and placed it in the coat closet Alexei pointed out to him.

  “Spider is having Shay’s house boxed up this morning. They’re bringing the truck when they’re done. Take the boxes upstairs to one of the extra bedrooms. Shay will let yo
u know which boxes need to come into the master suite.”

  Stas nodded. “Consider it done.”

  “She has the keys and access to my garage. I would prefer that you drive her around town in one of my vehicles.”

  “All right.”

  Alexei flicked his fingers and Stas followed him into the kitchen. He found Shay standing at the sink washing dishes by hand. It didn’t surprise him that she was cleaning up after herself even though a housekeeper was on her way.

  Picking up an envelope, he checked it to be sure it contained the proper amount and handed it to Stas. “To cover her expenses and yours,” he said in Russian. “Whatever is left at the end of the week, you can keep.”

  Stas nodded and slipped the envelope into the back pocket of his jeans. Rightly guessing that Alexei wanted to be alone with Shay for a few minutes, Stas left the kitchen.

  Envelopes in hand, Alexei came up behind Shay and embraced her. He kissed her temple. “I have to go.”

  Shay leaned into his kiss and reached for a dish towel to dry her hands. “What time will you be home?”

  For the first time in his life, Alexei had a reason to come straight home. The house wouldn’t be empty. Shay would be right here waiting for him. “Seven or eight.”

  Turning in his arms, she put her hand on his chest. “I’ll make something for dinner.”

  “You don’t have to cook. We can go out for dinner.”

  “Not like this,” she gestured to her healing face. “I need a few more days and some strategic makeup buys before I can go out in public. I don’t want people getting the wrong idea.”

  He didn’t fancy the idea of people assuming he had been the one to hit her either.

  “Do you need any errands run today? Anything specific you want done around the house?”

  He realized what she was doing. “You don’t have to earn your keep, Shay.”

  “I’d feel better about taking money from you if I was actively doing something around here to help. Otherwise, I’m basically earning my salary on my back.”

  He didn’t care for that comparison but he understood she felt strongly about the money issue. “Listen,” he said, an idea forming, “why don’t you sell me a piece of your company.”

  “What?” She seemed baffled by the offer. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. I’ve seen your business plan.”

  “You saw my business plan?”

  “At your house,” he explained. “When I went to pack up some of your things. It’s a solid plan. I’ve seen your work. You produce quality pieces. You have strong sales. What you need is a capital injection.” He handed her the envelopes. “Consider this your first disbursement. Use it to cover your living and operating expenses.”

  Shay hesitantly took the envelopes from him. “We need a contract or something legal between us, Alexei. Someday you’re going to want to be repaid for your investment.”

  “We’ll talk about it tonight.” He captured her mouth in a lingering kiss. “Thank you for breakfast.” He kissed her again. “Try not to get Stas in trouble today.”

  “Alexei!” She smacked his chest with the envelopes, but he kissed away her annoyed retort.

  He allowed himself a moment to simply appreciate how lovely she looked. “Call me if you need anything.”

  “I will.”

  Not wanting to leave her, he pivoted on his heel, picked up his jacket from the back of the chair where he had draped it and left the kitchen. Out in the garage, he slid behind the wheel of his SUV and cranked the engine. Rolling down the private driveway, he experienced the strangest sensation of dread and fear. It took him another block of driving before he figured out why.

  I’m happy.

  He was finally, truly happy—and it terrified him. After the intense stress of the last few days, after Shay had nearly been killed twice, Alexei was painfully aware of how easily and quickly she could be taken away from him.

  His first instinct was to clamp down and keep Shay isolated, but she would wither away and die like a flower starved of sunlight if he did that. She needed her freedom, and he wanted her to have it.

  And if that meant he had to make deals with some of the city’s worst devils? So be it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Holy. Fuck.” Kylee exclaimed for probably the twentieth time as she followed me on a tour through Alexei’s house. “I mean, the house I grew up in was big but this place is crazy, stupid huge. What the hell does he do here all by himself?”

  “I don’t think he spends that much time here.” I led her into Alexei’s office and shut the door after sharing a look with Stas. It was going to take some time for our fledgling relationship to recover. Right now, I wanted privacy and I didn’t want to have to worry about getting in Denise’s way as she worked.

  “Really?” Kylee walked around the perimeter of the room before plonking down in an overstuffed leather club chair. “Why do you think that?”

  I shrugged and dropped into the chair across from her. “Think about the hours he puts in at work. Then add in the time he spends at the gym, restaurants, bars…”

  “You’d think he’d just keep that penthouse,” Kylee remarked. “Less upkeep, lower monthly expenses and all that.”

  “I’m sure he had his reasons.”

  “Listen to you being all protective of your Russian sugar daddy!”

  I rolled my eyes at her teasing. “He’s not my sugar daddy.”

  “Did he or did he not give you stacks of cash in envelopes this morning?”

  “Well…”

  “Exactly,” she announced triumphantly.

  “It’s not like that and you know it,” I insisted, feeling a bit hurt.

  She must have realized that I wasn’t keen on her teasing because she immediately stopped. “You know I don’t mean it in a bad way, Shay. He’s a good guy, and he obviously adores you. Hell, after seeing him in the motel the other night? I’m pretty sure Alexei is like legit in love with you.”

  “Don’t say that,” I pleaded quietly.

  “Why not?” Perplexed, she blinked at me. “Shay, the guy kicked in a door for you. He beat up all those men. He let Lalo put a gun in his face for you. I thought he was going to cry when he thought you had been shot. He was panicked because he thought you were hurt.” She sat forward in the chair. “He loves you.”

  “I want to believe that. Alexei loving me is the one thing in the world I want, but if I’m wrong, it will gut me, Ky. His track record with relationships is terrible. Right now, I’m new and interesting, but in six months? Seven months? I don’t know.” I rubbed my face between my hands and tried not to cry as I imagined him walking away from me forever. "I need to be realistic. I don’t want to be my mother, always chasing after men who will never love me.”

  “You are not your mother. You will never be your mother.” Kylee leaned forward and squeezed my hand. “Alexei is showing you how much he loves you. You just need to trust what he’s shown you and be brave enough to love him back. God, Shay,” she said with a laugh, “what else does he have to do to prove what you mean to him? Actually get shot?”

  “No!” My stomach lurched and twisted painfully at the very idea of such a terrible thing.

  “You worry too much. You’re always waiting for that other shoe to drop. You need to live in the moment. We aren’t guaranteed a tomorrow, Shay.”

  I placed my hand on top of hers. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You always know what I need to hear.”

  “That’s what best friends do.” Leaning back in her chair, she mirrored my cross-legged position. “Speaking of other shoes that are about to drop…”

  I made a face. “What now?”

  “A detective came to see me yesterday.”

  “And?” I held my breath as I waited to hear what she had to say.

  “He was looking for you. I told him you were spending the weekend with your boyfriend. He seemed to be really curious about your relationship with Alexei.”

  “
Was it Eric Santos? The detective, I mean.”

  “Yeah. I sensed that you two had some history. I was careful in what I said. I told him you two had been an item for a while and left it at that. Anything I should know?”

  “Eric was one of the cops who used to come to our house when the neighbors would call 9-1-1 on Mom. He works in some gang unit now. He’s been in it for a few years. Remember when Shannon got busted in high school?” Kylee nodded. “He was the cop who cut her a break and helped her get community service instead of juvie.”

  “It didn’t help her much.”

  “I don’t think Shannon was ever interested in being helped or saved. I think she is a true ride-or-die girlfriend. She’ll do anything for Ruben.”

  “Even die for him?” Kylee said what we were both thinking. “Because I’ve got to tell you, Shay, I have a feeling that Ruben is wearing cement shoes and sitting on the bottom of the Gulf. We haven’t seen or heard from Shannon since Saturday. That isn’t good.”

  “I think Ruben is dead too,” I agreed somberly. “But I don’t think Shannon is.” I touched my chest and tried to explain how I knew. “I think I would feel it if something had happened to her. Shannon must have escaped the motel and went underground. She’s hiding out somewhere. I know it.”

  “If she’s smart, she’ll stay hidden. People are going to start asking questions about Lalo, and they’re going to draw the obvious conclusions about her and Ruben. If she pops up alive? It won’t be good for any of us if people realize we’re the ones who killed Lalo.”

  “We didn’t kill him!” I glanced at the closed door, suddenly paranoid that Denise might be lurking nearby and hear our conversation. “He shot himself.”

  “Yeah, after you shoved the gun to his face and kicked him in the stomach and I hit him in the head with the same paperweight that you bashed him with a day earlier,” Kylee said.

  “Well he shouldn’t have tried to rape me or kill us,” I argued. “It’s not like we’re psychopaths who go around beating people with crystal paperweights. And he shot himself in the face,” I said forcefully. “I didn’t pull that trigger. You didn’t pull it. Alexei didn’t pull it. He killed himself.” Shaking my head, I said, “I’m not putting that on us. He was a terrible person. I’m not going to sit around and cry and feel guilty about defending you and Alexei or saving my own life.”