Own You

Chapter 20

Without another word, I head downstairs. As big as this place is, the walk to the living room feels shorter every day I take it. I used to rely on the carts, but now I enjoy the exercise. My body looks great for a woman who consistently pops out babies. I just hope I can stop having them; Borya is adamant about finding a way to free me of this situation. Before he left, he told me of his plans.

Once he takes over Russia, he can whisk me away. At that point, he'll have the power of a nation behind him. But everything hinges on tonight. He supposed to take out the top generals and advisor to the president, but he never gave me the specifics on how he would do so or how long it would take. Maybe it's unreasonable to assume that he could pull this all off in one night. Maybe he really needs the whole twenty-four hours.

After all, overthrowing a world leader surely isn't easy in practice; in theory, anything can be done. So, I hope this becomes a reality and doesn't remain a theory. If I can really get away from these assholes, then I'll be happy. I can raise my children with a man who actually loves me and has never hurt me. But... the longer I stay in this place, the more I feel my soul being consumed by depression. Some days, I don't even want to get out of bed because my nightmares keep me up all night.

Borya always comforts me and takes care of me when I do. If I'm stuck with the other four, I don't see them caring much about my feelings. At least, not enough to let me stay in bed all day. Not to mention, Emilio would surely take Sylvia away from me and my last bit of hope gone with her.

Finally, I make it to the downstairs foyer and make the five-minute walk to the living room. Upon entering the space, I notice the others watching TV, smoking weed, and drinking. The news is on, and it seems as if they have all been watching it intently. Sylvia has Giovanni on the farther side of the living room near the glass sliding doors that lead to the back deck. She obviously wants to be away from the smoke with the baby, and I appreciate that. But I'm sure Emilio doesn't want her out of his sight.

I try to tiptoe to the baby and Sylvia, her long, flowing raven-hair, is facing me as she stares out the window. She bounces the child in her arms, and he coos and smiles warmly at her. Sylvia's head is facing enough, to the left, that she can see me coming. Her lips turn up into a bigger, sultry smile as she lets Giovanni play with her hair.

Giovanni makes eye contact with me and squeals with delight. Unfortunately, the noise alerts the men to my presence, and they all look back at me. The mix of emotions on each of their faces let me know that they all wanted to see me, but probably for different reasons.

"There she is! Our beautiful little breeder. What are you up to?" Antonio questions with a chuckle and slurring of his words.

Clearly, he's been drinking a lot. Jaden looks at me, holding Giovanni, and narrows his eyes in suspicion. What he suspects I can't say, but I don't like the way he's looking at me. Emilio smiles widely and walks away from the couch towards me. When he reaches us, he plants a kiss on my lips.

"It's been too long since I've seen you, Mi Amor. I see you and Sylvia are still as close as ever," he says as he tousles Giovanni's curly 'fro.

"So what?" I say, a little abrasively as I tighten my grip on Giovanni and move back from him.

Emilio laughs at my attitude before wrapping an arm around my waist, bringing me flush against his chest and the baby in between us.

"Oh, Mya. You don't have the right to pull away from me, ever. You and that Puta over there belong to me. If you both hope to live long, you'll do as I say."

"Hey jódete, gilipollas (fuck you asshole)! You don't own me!" Sylvia interrupts as she comes to my side and rips me away from Emilio.

"Of course he does, you're only a few steps above Mya, as far as your position in this... new family of ours. So, mind your fucking tone!" Antonio says, a little more coherent than before.