Aleksandra's POV
Half an hour later I was standing in Marcel's office from his club. Since me and Marco got here I couldn't find enough power to say something. I know I should be optimistic that we will find Elise but I couldn't ignore the feeling inside my chest. Somehow I also knew that something bad happened to her and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't ignore the feeling. Marco was sitting next to me and he was staring at Marcel. Marcel was trying to call Elise but with no success.
"You need to tell us exactly what you did last night" I finally manage to say. I needed to find Elise and I couldn't be weak now.
"She came here around 8 and at first we were both nervous not knowing what to say. But then we started to talk, I apologized for what I did and she forgave me. We promised to stay friends and try to have a normal relationship even though I was hoping we could be a couple again" he whispers sadly. "Then I offered her a drink and she said yes. And we talked until late in the night and at one point I fell asleep. But I swear she was sleeping too. When I woke up in the morning and saw that she was gone I just thought she went home but I tried to call her and she didn't answer. Her car was outside the club and when I went to her apartment and saw that she wasn't there either I-" he says tired.
"There's still one person we haven't called" I say serious moment in which I grabbed my phone in order to talk with that person.
"What have I done this time" Sasha ironically asks in the moment he answered my call.
"Is Elise with you" I ask ignoring his words. I wasn't in the mood for this kind of jokes.
"Maye she is, maybe she isn't" he answers annoying me.
"This is not a joke, Sasha! Is Elise with you or not" I yell feeling Marco tense next to me. Hearing Sasha's name doesn't give him good feelings.
"No, she isn't. She spent the night with Marcel, the little monkey" he giggles not understanding that I've just lost the last piece of hope I had left.
"Sasha, are you sure? Please, don't joke with me" I almost beg him to change his answer.
"Aleksandra, what's wrong? Where's Elise" he asks showing me that he suddenly became worried.
"Elise - she" I start to say but I can't find the words to say it. Marco took the phone from my hand and even if I knew he didn't want to see or talk to Sasha ever again, finished my words for me.
"Elise is missing Sasha and if you care about here even a little then you have half an hour to come to Marcel's club. I'm sure you already know where the club is so finding the place won't be a problem for you" my boyfriend says before ending the call. He had so many feelings regarding Sasha and I could easily see that he wasn't ready to see him again. He was still feeling guilty for what he did. I wanted to help him feel better but I just couldn't.
Twenty minutes later, Sasha entered the room like a storm looking like he was ready to kill someone. When Marco saw him he stopped being a simple footballer and he somehow turned into the warrior Dima made him.
"Where is my girlfriend" Sasha asks making us feel the threat from his voice. He ignored Marco even though I expected him to want to attack my boyfriend and he went straight to Marcel. "What the hell did you do to her?"
"Nothing, I swear" Marcel quickly says. Unfortunately for him, Sasha didn't seem to believe him. He just grabbed Marcel by his T-shirt and slammed him against the wall.
"I swear to you that if you did something to her I'll kill you, Marcel! I'll make you suffer and -"
"Let him go, Sasha" Marco says standing up from the couch. Sasha seemed to freeze for a few seconds. "Let him go or you'll be the one who's going to be immobilized against the wall and you remember what happened the last time I put you in that position" he threatens Sasha. I smiled for a few seconds happy to see that Marco finally learned how to threaten.
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