Irish Promises

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Blake

Unlike Stasia, Hugh working on a Saturday isn't unusual at all. The fact he's not actually in his office when I arrive is odd though.

If the twins are right about Stas being pregnant and him knowing about it I'm not just gonna let it slide. He's been making decisions without the rest of us being involved too much recently. Most of which I've let go because I've thought he's been making these decisions because he's been focused on what he thinks is best for us as a family.

But this is not something he can fucking keep from us.

No, if it's true, if she is pregnant then this is something we need to discuss as a family. All of us together to figure out what's best. For Stasia to tell us what she wants to happen. 

When I can't find him anywhere in the office I attempt to call him numerous times, only for his phone to go to voicemail each and every time.

Ideally the best thing to do is speak to him about it instead of going straight to Stasia and confronting her, but with him being god knows where doing god knows what. I do the one thing I've always swore I'd never do.

I check her location.

When it comes up showing that she's at one of the restaurants her father owns, my mind instantly starts thinking the worst.

The worst being that she's with Volkov. 

That's when it all clicks into place.

The leaving first thing in the morning and not coming back until late in the evening, doing everything she can to avoid being around us.

She's not fucking tired.

She's been fucking seeing him. I guarantee it.

 All other logic goes straight out the window and before I know it I'm in my car driving towards the restaurant giving not a single fuck about traffic lights or speed limits.

My one and only focus being that I find out what the fuck she's up to. 

By the time I get to the restaurant and spot her car parked right outside like she doesn't even give a fuck to whether its seen or not, I'm just a bag of pent up rage.

All of which is made ten times worse when she comes strolling with Volkov, his arm around her and a bright fucking smile on her face. 

Leaving my car practically in the middle of the road, the door still open, I charge towards them.

The moment she spots me the smile drops off her face and she steps herself out of Volkov's hold.

"Blake" she gasps clearly surprised to see me, her eyes going wide with not just fear but guilt too.

Before I can even say anything she's already jumping to try and explain herself like the dirty fucking cheat she is.

"I can explain... I- Blake I just" she stutters clearly not able to figure out what the hell she's meant to say right now because she clearly didn't think she'd get caught out like this.

Shaking my head I scoff.

"Hugh was right you're just a used up whore" I sneer at her and my words hit hard because she takes a staggering step back.

Volkov doesn't attempt to defend her, he just stands there right at her side with a smug fucking grin his face which isn't surprising at all when he's clearly managed to get exactly what he wanted. 

Tears well in her eyes as she stares at me her mouth open yet nothing fucking coming out.

The only thing she does do is slip her hand in Volkov's and shift herself so she's shielded behind him. That one action saying a million things that she clearly can't. 

"You're a fucking fool" I laughing shaking my head.

"I'm sorry Blake" she whimpers, tears now steaming down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry I was going to tell you I swear I just-" she trails off, unable to finish yet again.  

"You were too busy riding his dick" I sneer at her, cutting her off.

Again that fucking smile only broadens and that's it I'm charging towards him reading to pound his face into the concrete. 

"No Blake don't!" Stasia shouts attempting to step in front of him to fucking shield him from me and the magnitude of the anger inside me only rises. 

Shoving her out of the way I catch a glimpse of her falling to the ground before my fist is connecting with his face. I only manage to get one punch in before a group of men are on top of me.

Fists connect with my face and gut over and over again. Blow after blow. I try to fight back getting a few good knocks in before I'm knocked to the ground myself and boots connect with my gut causing all the air inside me to disappear. 

I'm about to attempt to heave myself off the ground when I catch sight of Stasia, crouched down bedside Volkov holding his head in her hands. Worry etched over her whole face as she fucking checks if he's okay. 

If I thought I was wounded and winded before that really was nothing compared to how it makes me feel seeing her fawn over him. Checking if he's okay whilst I lay on the ground mere metres away from her being absolutely battered.

It's in that moment that I realise we've well and truly lost her.

He got his claws into her and she's made her choice.

She chose him. 

My heart was ripped out once before when the truth about Rachael came out but this, this is completely different.

It hasn't just been ripped out, she's trampled all over it right here in front of me.

"That's enough!" Volkov announces as Stasia helps him too his feet.

His men following his command and halting immediately. 

Coming to stand over me he peers down to where I lay on the ground and smirks.

"Let this be a warning" he says calmly reaching for Stasia and pulling her into his side. "She's made her choice and you'll all be wise to respect that"

"I made a promise to not causing you or your brother any harm but that promise only goes so far, I will retaliate if you attempt to come near her" he then says.

My focus is solely on Stasia as I look up at her urging her not to do this. Not to make this mistake but her expression is non-existent as she peers down at me.

Not even an ounce of care.

Then without a second thought she allows him to lead her away, not even glancing back to where I am.

Her car left where it is.

She just goes with him.