SEVEN DAYS

¦BOOK II¦- 27~ Mikhail Constantinovich 2

Secondly: She'd put up a mere, brave effontrey.

She'd tried to talk and act flippantly bored and aloof, or at other instances, taken a stance of anger instead. But deep down, he knew what she was truly feeling. He now knew her that much. She felt hurt...sad, and rejected. She'd thought he'd abandoned her and oh how wrong she could possibly be. After a year together, didn't she still know him even now?

"Today... Forever." he'd uttered those words to her, over and over again, he'd given her that solemn promise before he'd left. And he would never go back on his word. It was impossible to. Neither did he need to, for he truly loved Raven above all else.

He was a dangerous man. People needed to trust something about him, if they were ever going to feel safe enough to do business with him. And what they implicitly trusted, was his word. Even strange business men, unfriendly ones, trusted him at his word, why then couldn't she?

He'd made a live long commitment to love her. He'd let go of his heart, and laid it in her palms — the ultimate sacrifice, for her to do as she pleased. Thankfully, she'd chosen to give that love back in return, with her own heart in his care. Why then should she doubt now?

There was no other woman for him. A fact he knew and accepted simply, just the same way one accepted that they needed air to survive, and a lack of oxygen would kill them. He could never possibly love another. He'd kill before he'd let anyone take her away from him, including himself. She was his light. The most precious thing in his life.
That wasn't the sort of thing that would change in the space of two weeks. It was the sort of thing that would take the span of forever alone, to figure out.

And yes, he might as well have been a dick. He hadn't called. He hadn't picked her calls either, nor responded to her texts, but that was because he'd been driven with a singular purpose. Africa.

He'd been given a month to do the impossible, or perhaps, what it would take six months for the best of men to do. His task was to eradicate a growing mafia organization, threatening to destroy The Order Of Machiavelli, and usurp them from ever growing here in Africa.

The Order of Machiavelli had branches everywhere in the world, except Africa. Dmitri, his brother, had personally come to meet him, to assign this project to him, as a favor. And he never refused family.

He was a singularly driven man. Once he was intent on something, he blocked everything else out, until he got it. Plus, Raven was...not just anybody. The intense pleasure from a distraction like hers, would have been strong enough to make him abandon whatever it is he was doing here, and run straight, right back into her arms like a lost puppy. And Peharps in some ways, he was lost. She made him whole, made him human.

Which is why he'd chosen to temporarily block her out, not that he really could, when she haunted him every where he went. She lived more in his heart, than she did miles away in Philadelphia.

Now, it would seem he had his work cut out for him, when he got back to Philadelphia. And with torturous anticipation, he certainly did look forward to it. There were numerous possibilities of what he would first do to her, when he saw her. Well he'd certainly make her smile and laugh once more. Before engaging in the act of bringing her over and over again to the special brink he loved the most. The brink of pleasure and pain. The brink of utter Seduction. Both his and hers.

He'd also sensed that a lot of things had gone wrong in that past two weeks, other than himself and their relationship. There had been other things on her mind. Peharps something had occurred. Well, he couldn't wait to hear all about it from her, and comfort his woman, whatever the problem was, when he got back home.

At that moment, the door of his office opened, the sound interrupting his thoughts, and three men entered. One of them was his person, who'd come along with him to Africa, the other two where the leaders of the enemy mafia. Essentially, the person he'd come here to eradicate.

"Sir, they finally requested a meeting" his own man said, as a way of introduction.

"It's okay Gregori. You can wait outside. I can't say that I'm surprised" he replied him smoothly, in Russian.

"Have a seat" he told the two gentlemen, as soon as Gregori stepped out.

"This war between us can not go on, Constantinovich! You have massacred my men, like pigs!" The leader barked in anger, although they both sat down

"Massacre? Peharps you do not understand the meaning of the term? If you called what has occurred in the past two weeks a massacre, then what is about to occur in the next two weeks would make dead, holy mothers roll over and weep like Babes, in their individual graves, screaming for mercy. For I've just begun... " He assured them harshly

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