The Laws of Love | Marco Reus

Chapter 27

Aleksandra's POV

"Promise you won't do anything stupid" I ask Dima once I ended telling my story.

"You know me better than anyone, Aleksandra and I can't make a promise that I won't be able to keep. Sasha hurt you and he's not going to get away with it. He came to me a few years ago and I thought him almost everything I know. I'm going to show him the few things he doesn't know about me. I'm going to make him feel the same pain as you did when he murdered your child, I swear!"

Dima's threaten was the only thing I could think about since I left the hotel. No matter how much I tried I couldn't change his mind. And to be honest I don't care what he'll do to Sasha. I've been sitting outside my apartment for more than half an hour without being able to move. When I finally managed to get inside I was shocked to see that both Sasha and Marco were there.

"What the hell is going on here" I ask without trying to hide my surprise. "Sasha, what are you doing in my apartment again?"

"Where have you been" Sasha asks ignoring my questions.

"That is not your problem" I answer back. "What are you doing here?"

"I tried to call and tell you about the thing you wanted to know, but I couldn't reach you so I came here to see what's wrong" Sasha confesses while looking at Marco and Elise to see if they had any idea of what he was talking about.

"I don't need your help anymore. I took care of the problem" I say feeling Marco's stare.

"What? Did you see him? What happened" Sasha asks completely surprised.

"I took care of the problem in my way. This isn't your problem anymore" I lie thinking about the fact that Dima was planning to punish Sasha.

"Aleksandra, you have to know that he is your" Sasha starts to say but he stops when he saw the look I gave him.

"I know" I say without any emotion in my voice. "Now, please get out of my apartment" I ask moment in which he looked one more time at me before finding his way out of my living room.

"What just happened" Marco finally asks.

"Ask Sasha. I hate the fact that he thinks he can come here as many times as he want" I answer trying to avoid the real answer Marco was waiting for.

"Are you okay? Is there something you need to tell us" Elise asks me too.

"Come on, guys, I just needed some time alone. I have a difficult case to solve" I say knowing that my words were pretty much the truth. "What are you doing here" I ask after kissing Marco.

"I just wanted to see you" he answers kissing me back. "Marcel" Marco suddenly says looking behind me.

"Hi" he answers really quickly.

"Let's leave them alone" Marco says grabbing my hand and taking me out of the room.

"What are you doing" I almost scream seeing that he wanted to listen to their private conversation.

"Believe me, you want to listen to this" he says making me shut up.

"What are you doing here" Elise asks Marcel letting me know that she was upset.

"I came to tell you that I'm going to see my parents for a few days" Marcel answers almost whispering moment in which I could feel Marco starting to get angry.

"When are you leaving" Elise asks back.

"Tonight" he says trying to sound happy.

"Okay" my friend answers sad. "I guess I'll see you in a few days" are the last words I hear before watching Marcel leave and Elise starting to cry.

Marco's POV

The last few days were kind of boring. It was like our lives were finally normal. Nothing from Aleksandra's past gave us more reasons to be worried or scared. Aleksandra kept on saying that she was fine, but I had my reasons to doubt her sayings. And Elise... she just refused to talk about her problem with Marcel. He was still gone and he didn't even call her. But she was acting strong, she was working all day and when Aleksandra and I invited her to dinner she said she wasn't in the mood.

"It's your anniversary, you need some time alone" were Elise's words followed by one big smile.

"But we can celebrate with you" Aleksandra insisted.

"No, this is important for you. I'll be fine" she finally said.

And now here I am, at this fancy restaurant waiting for my girlfriend and thinking about the last days that were pretty awkward.

"You do have good tastes" a man says while sitting on the chair next to mine.

"Excuse me, Sir, but the place is taken" I say looking at him.

"Don't worry, we have enough time to talk before your girlfriend will appear" he says smiling.

"Not really. She's about to arrive in a few minutes."

"Yeah she should, but someone might have sent her a message in which you told her to come 15 minutes later" the man confesses.

"Who the hell are you" I ask starting to get worried.

"It depends on you. I can be a very beautiful dream or I can be a horrible nightmare" he answers back.

"Let me guess, Dima Petrov is the one threatening me" I say looking into his eyes moment in which he started to smile.

"Nice guess" he answers. "That's me."

"What do you want" I ask.

"Just to make sure you're good enough for Aleksandra" Dima says not smiling anymore.

"Yeah, because you care so much about her" I answer ironic.

"You're no one to tell how much I care about Aleksandra" he says whispering while squeezing my shoulder really hard. "Now listen to me, Marco Reus, no one cares about Aleksandra as much as I do that's why I won't let anyone hurt her!"

"Maybe you should have done something when Sasha killed her baby" I whisper back.

"Don't worry about Sasha, he will get his punishment very soon" he answers still squeezing my shoulder. "I wasn't there to protect her then, but I am now and I won't have second thoughts about killing the person who will hurt her."

"I'm not afraid of you" I say not believing my own words.

"Good" Dima says smiling. "One more thing, Aleksandra won't find out about our meeting today. Understood?"

"Yeah but not because you told me so. I'm doing it for her own good" I answer making Dima smile even more.

"I think we're going to have an interesting relationship" Dima says standing up from his chair. " We'll meet again sooner than you think, Marco Reus. Until then, take care of her" he says whispering into my ear before leaving the restaurant.