Possess Me by Michelle Heard

 

Chapter 39

 

Alek

 

I didn’t stay late so Everleigh could get a good night’s rest. With Viktor in Las Vegas for the meeting with the Priesthood, it gives me the perfect opportunity to assassinate Brayden Kelly.

If Kelly is keeping tabs on Viktor, he won’t expect the attack.

I park the G-Wagon near the docks, and armed with a sniper gun, a small rocket launcher, and two of my favorite handguns, I disappear into the darkness. Dressed in full combat gear, I’m ready for any kind of action.

I’m sure Kelly is prepared for a full-scale attack, and he won’t expect just one man. At least, that’s what I’m hoping.

With the sniper gun and rocket launcher’s straps flung over my shoulders, I enter the docks from a side gate that looks like it hasn’t been used in ages. The lock is rusted and easy to break.

Lightfooted and keeping my head low, I make my way between the warehouses. Using a fire escape, I scale to the roof, where I’ll have a better view of the area.

Once I’m on the roof, I move cautiously, my Heckler & Koch drawn and ready.

I find a spot where I can see the street below and settle in for the long wait.

Sure, I can storm the warehouse like the insane man I am, but I have Everleigh and Vincent to consider. There’s no flying off the handle and taking unnecessary risks anymore.

So I’ll wait for Kelly to either come or go.

Making sure the sniper rifle and rocket launcher are ready, I lie down on my stomach and watch as Kelly’s guards smoke one cigarette after the other. The fuckers are blissfully unaware that I’m here.

I watch them through the rifle’s scope, thinking how easy it would be to pick them off one by one.

Time crawls by, and sweat beads on the back of my neck. It’s much warmer in the US than in Russia. It’s been months, and I’m still not used to the heat.

In the early morning hours, there’s finally movement. Through the scope, I watch a convoy of SUVs drive toward the warehouse.

Finally.

I swap the rifle for the rocket launcher, and lining it up with the target, I launch the missile. It whistles through the air before slamming into the second SUV. The explosion is bright and loud, and within seconds guards are scurrying around like a disrupted nest of ants. I launch another missile, hitting the last SUV in the convoy and effectively barricading the other vehicles.

I grab the rifle, and using the scope, I scan every man until I spot Kelly, where he’s being ushered out of an SUV.

With a sadistic smile on my face, I start to pick off all the guards around Kelly. Like a cat playing with a mouse, I watch him run from cover to cover, fear etched deep into his features.

“This is what you get for trying to take out my boss, motherfucker,” I whisper as I watch him make a run for the warehouse.

I fire a shot, hitting him in the left leg, and he plows into the ground. A guard tries to come to his rescue, but a single shot eliminates the fucker.

I’d love to take more time killing Kelly, but the authorities can show up at any moment. Pulling the trigger, I bury a bullet into Kelly’s skull, blowing half his head away.

I grab my phone, and zooming in on Kelly’s body, I take a photo and send it to St. Monarch’s.

Target eliminated.

I quickly tuck the device back into my pocket, and gathering my weapons, I run to the edge of the roof and take the fire escape down to the ground.

With a weapon in each hand, I’m on guard for stragglers as I make my way to the side entrance.

I make it safely to the G-Wagon and load the weapons into the compartment beneath the backseat before I climb behind the steering wheel.

As I drive away, I let out a breath of relief and check my phone.

There are two messages.

The one from St. Monarch’s verifies the hit and states the funds have been transferred to my account.

Two point five million.

The other text is from Viktor.

I heard the news. So this is what you’re up to when I’m away?

I type out a reply, then chuckle as I press send.

Needing to let off some steam and just taking care of the problem to ensure your safety, boss.

A second later, he responds.

Thank you, Alek. I’ll double the payment as reward that you took the initiative to get the job done.

With a massive grin on my face, I drive back to the estate so I can get two hours’ sleep before the big day with my family.

 

 

Dressed in a suit, I drive to the bookstore to pick up Vincent.

My heart is beating overtime at the thought of taking my son to buy his first suit. I just hope his will be more comfortable than mine. It’s taking some time to get used to the formal clothes after wearing combat uniforms for three years.

When I stop the G-Wagon near the store, I check the area, and when I don’t see Peter, I hurry out of the vehicle and run toward the entrance.

I slam the door open, and when I see Peter sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee, I let out a breath of relief.

He jumps to his feet and explains, “Everleigh forced me to come inside, Sir. She wouldn’t hear otherwise.”

I let out a chuckle and gesture for him to relax.

Everleigh comes out of a row of shelves, and when she sees me, a beautiful smile spreads over her face.

She’s wearing a light pink dress, and her hair is in a braid.

Christ, I’ll never get used to how beautiful she is.

“Vincent is excited. He hasn’t stopped asking when you’re coming to pick him up,” she says, but before she can head to the back, I grab hold of her wrist.

When I tug her closer to me, her eyes widen slightly, and her lips part.

“Morning, moya malen'kaya lyubov',” I murmur before I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek.

It’s taking more strength than I have to not kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. Every ounce of my being needs to become one with this woman.

Letting out a deep breath, I pull back to lock eyes with her. There’s a flush of pink on her cheeks, and her pupils are dilated.

I can see she wants me, but still, she’s adamant to keep me at a distance. It’s frustrating as fuck.

“You’re killing me,” I whisper.

She lets out a chuckle. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are.” The corner of my mouth lifts. “And you’re enjoying it.”

She gives me a playful look. “No, I’m just making you work for it.”

My smile widens. “I love a challenge, and you’re worth every torturous moment.”

I follow Everleigh to the back, and when Vincent sees me, he lets out a happy shriek. My boy shoots up and runs toward me. Never before has anyone looked so happy to see me.

Lifting him off his feet, I hold him against my chest. “Are you ready to get a suit like Daddy’s?”

Excitedly, he says, “Yes!”

“Give Mommy a kiss goodbye,” I order.

He leans toward Everleigh and presses a wet kiss to her cheek. “Bye, Mommy.”

“Bye, baby. Be good for Daddy.”

Worry fills her eyes as she follows us to the door, and it has me saying, “I’ll message you every ten minutes. We won’t be gone longer than two hours.”

She nods, and putting on a brave face, she forces a smile to her mouth.

Before I can stop myself, I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. It’s quick, but it packs one hell of a punch.

Our eyes lock briefly before I say, “I can’t wait for the third date.”

Her smile turns natural. “Me too.”

With my heart overflowing from happiness, I walk to the G-Wagon with my son for our first outing.