Second Assault — Bond And Treason — novel Chapter 17

ALEXEI

—Follow me, and I'll explain everything you need to know — Angelo guides, his voice low and cautious, turns around, and goes back down the corridor.

I'm about to lose my temper, to send everything to hell, pull out my gun and give Angelo a ticket straight to hell, but then I feel a hand on my cheek and Xander sweetly moves my face toward him. His eyes are still crystalline and a little red from crying, but he still looks beautiful.

He shakes his head slightly and leans up to leave such a delicate kiss on my lips that I barely feel. He must have realized that I was seconds away from exploding through the sudden tension in my body. My breath is shaky by the time he separates from me.

—All right — I whisper and kiss his forehead, taking care not to press any visible wounds —. I will control myself — he smiles at me, but the expression does not reach his eyes. He holds my hand, interlaces our fingers, and begins to walk towards the door where Angelo was before.

His steps are a little hesitant and slow, yet he continues to move forward decisively. By the time we reach the living room, Angelo is sitting on one of the chairs, and Yaakov is standing by the fireplace, with a somber expression on the face, until he realizes who is accompanying me. His eyes open so wide with surprise, that if I wasn't still stunned by the situation myself, I'd find it funny.

—Fucking hell! — he exclaims in shock, his jaw almost hit the floor —. Xander!

He rushes up to us and holds Xander in a tight embrace. I'm capable enough to hold back a grunt that threatened to leave my mouth, but I still have to admit that the scene is touching. That is, until I hear a groan of pain.

Yaakov quickly breaks away, Xander bends over, resting the hands on the knees and breathing heavily.

—Shit, I'm sorry! — My cousin tries to help him, but Xander's reaction leaves me completely unsettled.

He knocks my cousin's help away and rushes back, curling up with hands-on his head on the floor, shaking violently and crying again, whimpering and wrapping my heart in a fist that threatens to squeeze and pulverize it until there is nothing left. Yaakov and I looked at each other not knowing what to do. When I manage to force my body to move, I slowly kneel beside him.

—Xander? — I ask unsure, not knowing what I'm supposed to do or say —. Kitty, can you hear me? — He nods but doesn't look up or stop sobbing. But what the hell does this mean? —. Can I touch you? — I ask him in a whisper.

Finally he raises the eyes and what I can decipher in them, feels like a direct kick in the guts. Fear... A deep, heart-rending terror is transmitted to me by his gaze and my protective side rises to the surface with overwhelming speed.

—Come here, kitty — I extend my arms and to my relief, he answers my call.

His shaky body slips into my embrace and then sinks his head in my neck, sniffing my scent in the area below my ear. The moisture from his cheeks leaves a trace on my suit and wrinkles begin to form from his strong grip on the fabric.

—Shh... Breathe, Xander— I whisper, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with the other —. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. Come on, kitty... Breathe for me.

Gradually his chest begins to work more slowly, his hurtful panting and moaning stops. His body falls laxly in my arms and I realize that he has fallen asleep. I hold and gently carry him, in princess style. Rocking him, I sit on the leather couch.

—Magnus, I swear to God I didn't even squeeze him that hard— Yaakov rushes to clear up, with a tone of amazement and nerves mixed in —. I don't know... But what the fuck?— the phrase stays floating in the air as he tries, as I do, to decipher Xander's violent reaction.

—Everything has an explanation— Angelo says, apparently calmly, crossing one leg over the other —. Don't worry, his reaction has nothing to do with anything you've done — he addresses Yaakov.

—What are you talking about? If he backed away from me as if I were on fire and had killed his cat in the process — my cousin looks a little hysterical, his eyes wide open and his breath high.

—Calm down — Angelo raises a hand in his direction and points to the other chair —. Sit down, I'll explain what's going on.

«You better», I think, though I reserve the comment. I'm trying to control myself as best I can and I sure as hell won't be able to moderate my words if I open my mouth now.

—Xander's been under my care for a few days now — he nods to his assistant, she comes and hands him a briefcase —. These are the medical reports of his condition. I assure you that the doctor who took care of him is one of the best in Russia — he starts taking out a bunch of papers and puts them on the table, although I only watch him.

—How did you know where he was? — My cousin's demanding, approaching, and taking a look at the pages full of medical reports.

—I actually found him by accident.

—By accident? — I feel the words scrape my throat from how low my voice comes out —. Did you go for tea at Dimitri Zhukovski's house and "by accident"... — I make the gesture of the quotes with my fingers, trying not to move too much so as not to disturb Xander —.My partner was chained to the living room table? — his expression is of complete amazement once he hears my statement.

—So you know it was Dimitri who kidnapped him?

—Of course we know — Yaakov answers in my place, but without looking away from the documents —. The bastard managed to get one of our employees to pass on information about our activities, that's how he was able to find Xander. One of our men died trying to stop it.

—I'm really sorry — Angelo says, his voice fading.

—Why? You didn't have anything to do with it, did you?

—No, I didn't. Certainly not— he hurries to answer —. It's just that... Dimitri Zhukovski and I share blood ties... We're cousins — If I was angry before, now I'm completely furious. Yaakov quickly jumps out of the seat, scattering the papers on the floor and walks over with a threatening attitude towards Angelo.

—Did I hear right? — He protests in alarm —. Are you his fucking cousin? — I see how he puts a hand inside his vest, where he keeps the gun. Xander moves restlessly in my arms because of the noise and I rapidly start stroking his hair to calm him down. He lets out a deep sigh, settling closer to my chest.

—Listen, I know it sounds bad — Angelo raises the hands in the air, trying not to look like a menace to Yaakov —. But I swear to God, I had nothing to do with this. Besides, if I did, why would I put my life on the line to get Xander out of that place and bring him here? — shift his gaze between Yaakov and me, studying our reaction.