Chapter 133

Kris

~ 45 Minutes Prior ~

Holy fucking hell… If I currently wasn’t sitting directly next to Ella, I would have thought she was crazy when she told me. Yet here I was, sitting directly next to Ella as we both sat face to face with a man who was both fascinating yet deadly as he was powerful.

A man who could kill you if he truly wanted to. Ella and I having been upstairs going over baby names when she suddenly became hungry. The twins actively moving within her which meant it was now time for lunch, no questions asked.

Lunch we were currently on our way downstairs for, only to stop when hearing a man ask for Ella. And not by name either, just where is she? A term we’ve come to know when it solely involved Ella. The voice thick with a Russian accent as our curiosity got the better of us only to be captured upon eavesdropping.

A big, burly man soon taking us towards the one who had been asking for Ella. The man soon moving to speak as he does. “Hey Boss, look. We found two little snoops just standing near the doorway.”

The man in question who was considered Boss, was now moving to greet us as blue-gray eyes turn to greet both Ella and I. The man obviously 6’4 possibly 6’5 in height. His head covered in dark black hair while tattoos covered his neck down. A clear sign he was definitely Mafia. That or some random stranger pretending to be one. Because, either way, this man soon stood before us as he continued to own the room. The room eerily silent for what he moved to say next.

“Heavens. You look so much like your mother. My sweet little Kukolka (Doll).”

The name clearly Russian. A name I had zero clue as to what it could mean and made sure to make a mental note to ask both Grant and Hayden about it later. Ella currently holding back tears at the mention of her mother.

My hand quick to touch her by the shoulder. A need to be protective of her rising since each of her men were currently MIA. Each of them over at the estate doing major renovations. Renovations they wanted to surprise her with since one of them was the nursery. A task I had been given in form of a distraction, during which Ella and I were currently going over baby names, wedding details and now this. Granted, I didn’t actually plan for this part of the distraction, but another part of me became curious as to how he knew where to look.

Ella still fighting back her tears even as she moved to speak up. “Don’t. Don’t you dare speak of my mother like that! You don’t deserve to… not after you killed her!”

The man before us clearly taken aback as he moves to stumble. Almost like he had been hit by cold water or had received a slap to the face as he looks to Ella now sadly. Her words cutting him deep, like a knife.

“Dochenka… I would never… never hurt your mother. I loved her dearly. She was my whole reason for breathing, for living.”

“LIES!” cries Ella all while watching the man who stood before us. “If that was true then you would have stayed with her, yet you didn’t.”

“Dochenka…”

“NO! Just please… stop. Leave me alone. It’s bad enough I have to deal with Nicholas and James, I don’t want to have to deal with you to. Can’t you just leave me alone? Please?”

At the mention of Nicholas and James does the man who we eventually learn is Antosha, Ella’s supposed Russian father move to growl dangerously low. “Nikolas?” The name slightly different due to his Russian accent. The name quick to drip with venom as if he’d clearly didn’t approve. “What has my idiot son done to you my precious Dochenka?”

“You mean, you don’t know?” replies another voice. Our focus now on Alana as she moves to enter the room while her hand rests against her gun. As if she was waiting to pull it.

“No, I don’t. I haven’t exactly been keeping tabs on him like I should since he’s my son.”

“Well maybe you should”

“Why?”

“Because he’s kidnapped Ella and kept her prisoner for 2 fucking months. Plus he’s been stalking her along with James. Both in which keep trying to claim her as their own.”

At the mention of that does Antosha move to growl again. His hands bawling into tight fists. Antosha clearly not pleased by what his son was doing with Ella as he moves to speak again. “He what?”

“Afraid so. Maybe you should pay him a visit instead of Ella”

Growling again, does Antosha move to answer, his words shocking each of us in turn. “I would if I could, but unfortunately, I’ve not seen my son since he was 12. His mother, my ex-wife decided to take him away from me when young.”

“Gee.. I wonder why.”

“Careful Enforcer. He might be my son, but I can’t control his actions if I don’t see him. His mother was a complete psycho. She’s the sole reason why I couldn’t take Ella’s mother as my own.”

“Funny. Because I thought Mafia men, especially leaders, didn’t take bullshit from anyone.”

“We don’t. But I truly loved Ella’s mother with all my heart. She was my pretty little doll. My Kukolka. And a woman I would give anything for.”

“Ha, please. If you honestly loved her as you claimed, you would have protected her then.”

“I did protect her” replies Antosha as he moves to look at Alana. “I protected her by sending her far away from me and my wife. The same wife who vowed to murder her if I didn’t. To take my child and sell her to the highest bidder on the black market.”

The room suddenly silent as we all sat there and listened. All of us absorbing the tiny bit of information that was given to us. His words ringing within our ears.

Highest bidder? Black market? What?

My voice slowly rising as I move to ask the one question we had all been thinking, the one Ella was too scared to ask him directly. “Wait… so you knew Ella’s mother was pregnant then?”

Antosha quick to look at me, as if he was now just noticing me. “Of course I knew. Kristen always found ways of telling me she was. Even when I told her about my wife and the threat that loomed over us.”

“Wait, so you knew? About me?”

Antosha quick in smiling as he moved to look at Ella. “Of course I did child. Kristen and I spoke however we could in secret. We spoke until you were 5 years old. But once my wife found out it was game over and I had to cut my ties. Yet, I always watched over you in secret. It’s how I knew that your mother had married into the Irish Mob.”

The room silent yet again especially when hearing about the Irish Mafia and that of Rian Knight. The silence soon broken by three familiar voices as they move to enter the room. “ELLA!” Reece, Dylan and Caleb soon joining us within the living room unaware of what we had just learned about Ella’s family history.

*Author’s Note: Hey, guys. Just wanted to post this chapter and to let you know I do have 3 more chapters to post but I won’t be able to get to them until later this afternoon. I have to run a few errands and thus won’t be home. But I promise I’ll have more later including Scentless Bonds for those who are patiently waiting on that. Until then, bye*.