A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter

Alena

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I pulled the front door open, revealing Alexei standing with his arms tucked inside his pants' pockets. He was dressed for work in his white buttoned-down shirt and black slacks but a few of his buttons were undone. The last time I saw him was months ago and feeling betrayed by my own brother, I didn't miss him much but if he came here to make amends, I was willing to put my feelings aside.. "Alexei, what are you doing here?" I asked, frowning.

"I came to see you to talk. Can I come inside, or should we go somewhere else?"

I stepped aside, letting him in..

Matteo wasn't home because he was at work, keeping up the pretenses of his company for the sake of money laundering. In fact, it was a legal company, but nobody knew about the money except for his employees. They signed an agreement to keep it a secret. just didn't expect to see you here. How did you know where I live, anyway?"

"I have my ways." The cliché answer from anyone as mysterious as Alexei.

If I were to ask Matteo about the private things he knew, he was going to give me the same answer, too. People like them, in the mafia, they never told the truth about a lot of things especially if it involved their work activities. do you want coffee?"

I

"Right...

We made our way towards the kitchen, and I served him a cup of coffee, it felt needed to at least get him something to drink. "Thank you, Alena."

We kept quiet for a while as he took a seat near the kitchen island. I was waiting for him to start talking about whatever he wanted to talk but he was taking his time-I didn't want to rush him or anything so, I kept quiet. your husband home?" He asked, putting the cup down.

"Is "No, he's at work. Is s something the matter, Alexei?" "I just came to

..

to see my little sister. I don't want to see him," he replied before grabbing my hand, caressing the back of it.

Honestly, I missed when we were younger because things were simple. We didn't have a lot to think about. All we knew was fun and enjoyment but now we couldn't stop thinking about our future, about our lives. We had to push aside our sibling bond. We had to be more selfish.

"Do you really hate him that much? Did he ever cross you in the mafia or is it just a Russian and Italian thing? Do you really not like him, or you just don't like him because he's Italian?" I asked, crossing my arms. "A little bit of both." He smiled.

He's actually a decent person compared to you

saying that because

how much I wanted my own control in life. Why didn't you stop

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good man. He's Russian and if he does anything to hurt you, we'd hurt him first. He'd never do anything crazy. "That's what you say. He might not hurt me, but I can't ever love him.

that either because you married an Italian mafia. What do you expect for your children? To not take over Matteo when the time

sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I never wanted anything to do with the Bratva. I

even though I knew it was useless. My children, especially my sons, if I were to bear any children of my own-they weren't going to have a choice. They were going to inherit the mafia and they were going to do all the killings, that was the truth. Alexei i was speaking nothing but

that's a

breathed out, looking

way to my house to manipulate

do you want,

were younger. You need someone rational in your life. I don't know what lies Matteo has been feeding you. You're losing self-control." "What are you

Your

liar. A big f****g liar,

weren't regular pictures. They were wedding pictures of Matteo with someone

phone on the island. My eyes

clear because he had a band on his finger in every single

He asked, shoving the

old

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I

She was probably an important part in his life before he knew me-something probably happened to her, and she was

"I

need to hear

he took his phone before shoving it in his pocket. "I did a lot of investigating to check up on him. It was hard to find anything at first because let me

married him? Because as far as I could tell, your marriage isn't valid. He's still married to someone else.

ever occurred to you that men in the mafia are not really good men? Some of them are but you get my point. They're not saints. We're not saints." Tears were beginning to stream down my

done, you can leave the way you came,"

you get hurt, Alena. It's better you know now than continuing to fall for a man

you can leave." I spoke through gritted teeth, trying to hold back my

seconds before walking out the door. As soon as I heard the front door closing shut, I began to let the tears escape. I fell onto the ground as I gripped tightly onto the kitchen island, slamming my mouth shut to avoid making