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Alexei yawns as he walks down the stairs of his house. His quiet steps don't alert Damien who was inside the house but on the phone in the kitchen. Alexei almost walks over to him but stops when Damien runs his fingers frustratedly through his hair.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

The person on the phone talked but Alexei couldn't hear a thing. Damien groans once more.

"Fuck, does anyone knows?" He asks. Silence falls for a few seconds. "I don't like that Natasha." He groans loudly. "Well obviously, I can tell him now ac-... what the hell do you mean no?"

"Tell him what?" Alexei asks out loud.

Damien flinches as he turns around in the chair.

"Alexei-"

"Is it about me?" Alexei asks as he walks to the refrigerator.

"No actually, Natasha... is sick. So she coming home early."

"Mhm, why didn't she want no one to know?" Alexei asks as he takes out the bottle of juice.

"Uh- you know she gets sick easily. A-and she doesn't want us to worry so much."

Alexei's eyes darken as he listens to his cousin lie. Turning around, Alexei hums as his hand slams the bottle of juice down. Damien flinches while Alexei cracks the side of his neck.

Even though Alexei is the youngest, his cousins knew how dangerous he can be. His anger only amplified that. And with his heartbroken anyone could be a target in his eyes. Damien clears his throat as he stands up. Alexei's eyes watching him.

"I'm going to"

"You're going to sit the fuck down." He snaps before his expression changes immediately. A scary sight to see as his eyes were still glaring at his cousin. "Why are you so nervous?" Alexei asks toying with him.

Family or not, seeing Damien nervous made him just a bit excited. And Damien didn't want to test Alexei's patience so he sit back down without hesitation.

"I'm not nervous." He says with his voice shaking.

"Good, want to have breakfast? I'm in the mood for an omelet." Alexei asks him.

"No, I already ate and I have to pick them up from the airport," Damien says rushing out.

Alexei caught Damien slip up, he just stood there with his eyebrows. He could feel it in his gut that something was going on. And he had a pretty good idea of who was involved. Damien unaware bite his bottom lip.

"Take your kids and leave then. You owe me five hundred dollars worth of furniture as well." Alexei says before walking away from Damien.

Damien let out a sigh of relief all while Alexei goes upstairs. Going to his room, he goes to the nightstand and grabs his phone. Quickly he calls Boris as he put his phone up to his ear. As usual, Boris doesn't waste any time answering the call.

"I need you to go to the airport around one or two in the morning. Natasha coming back from America with someone. And if it's who I think it is, follow them then text me." He orders Boris.

"Yes sir."

Alexei hangs up the phone before sucking his teeth. "Fucking dumbass."


Alexei stays up all night. He wasn't dumb and he knew Damien wasn't either. The only difference is Damien doesn't know how long he was listening. Boris sent him a text saying that one of Damien's men just entered the airport. Alexei cracks his knuckles, his heart beating and racing through his chest.

If his suspicions are true then he was going to first beat Damien to a bloody pulp for lying so badly. Damien's mother and Alexei's aunt raised them, to be honest people. Never taught them to lie. The only one who learned how to lie was Adrik but even then, it was almost noticeable when he does as well.

He receives a phone call from Boris. He answers it immediately. He taps his fingers on the desk, and anticipation fills him. Fear but happiness made a knot form inside his stomach.

"Well, it's just Natasha and some other girl. I suppose a friend of hers." Boris tells him.

Alexei's eyes darken. Without hesitation, he hangs up the phone. Slipping it into the pocket of his jacket, he walks out of the room. Rushing down the stairs, he goes to the front door. Grabbing his leather black jacket from the coat rack and slipping on his shoes, he snatches the keys from the rack as well before leaving.

He refused to believe that it was just Natasha and some random girl. Boris saw Mercedes several times. Either it was true and Mercedes was in no way in Russia or Damien got smart and use the girl as a decoy. Either way, he was going to find out soon.

He takes his car and hops in. His hands tugged on his hair as he felt himself going crazy. He drove fast to Damien's place. Not caring for the stop lights or stop signs. He drove as if he was being chased.

He stops when he pulls to Damien's place. Deciding to park on the other side of the street, further down so they won't spot him. He looks closely, waiting patiently for Natasha to get there.

Nearly twenty minutes later with adrenaline rushing through his veins, a black truck pulls up to the house. The gates open and they drive inside. Alexei pulls out of his spot and drives up to the gate. Rolling down his window, he put in the code and hear the loud buzzer before the gate opens.

"Alexei? What are-"

He drives away, and the person in the speaker's voice trails off as he drives up to Damien's house. The black car drove away empty with only the driver inside. Alexei part in front of the house, getting out with the car running but in the park. He opens the car door for Damien to rush out of the house.

Alexei slammed the door shut as he walks up the stairs.

"Alexei-

With no warning, Alexei's fist connects to his face. Damien drops to the ground as he walks inside the house. Natasha comes down the elegant spiral steps with a tray of two empty glasses. Her eyes widen at the sight of Alexei.

"Alexei, what are you doing here?" She asks him.

He ignores her as he goes up the stairs. He skips a couple of steps as he takes long strides. Knowing the house like the back of his hand, he goes to the hall only opening the guest bedrooms. With each room being empty, he finally only had two more to go. When he opens the door with a glance, he stops in his tracks.

Suddenly, the world seemed like it stopped as he let out a shaky breath.

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