"Where are we going?" I ask, my mind completely up in the sky, in scribbles, in the stars.

"Russia, angel."

Fourteen

"What the fuck do you mean that there is only one hotel room booked?" I ask the girl who works at the front desk of the hotel.

"I'm sorry miss but it says that there is only one room booked for both Xavier Volkov and Anastasia Alexei," the lady says in a thick Russian accent.

I sigh deeply. "Yeah well, I remember specifically ordering two rooms, not one, so either fix it or I will."

Right now, Alexander and I are trying to check into the hotel but they’re saying we have to share a double bed hotel room and I want to be as far away from Alexander as possible.

"I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do. Most of the rooms in this hotel are booked."

Before I can bring out my gun and shoot her head, I feel Alexander put his arm around my waist.

"It's fine. I'm sure that you have done everything you can," Alexander says with a small smile on his face. "We will be on our way."

The girl sent us a small smile before Alexander brought us inside the elevator. Luckily, there was no one in the elevator with us.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" I ask pushing him away from me.

"Do what?" Alexander deadpans.

"Not let me blow her brains out?"

Alexander looks at me. "Because if I did that, then that would ruin everything, and I don't want to stay in this goddamn country for long so sorry I kill-blocked you."

I roll my eyes and lean against the wall.

When the elevator door opens, Alexander and I walk to our room silently, not saying a word to each other. When we enter our hotel room, I see our bags placed on our beds. My bags were placed on the bed closer to the window in the room that is overlooking the city while Alexander's bags were placed on the bed that was next to mine.

Our other bag, which is filled with weapons, is next to the table that is right in front of the window.

I walk over to the window and see the city and some snow that is coming down. It is the middle of April, so I am shocked that there is light snow.

I feel my phone vibrate from inside my pocket making me take it out.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, did you land okay?" my mother asks.

"Yea. Alexander and I are in the hotel room and Michael put our bags and shit like that in our room."

Michael is basically my 'bodyguard' I guess you can say. My father made me bring one here and some other men because he wanted to make sure that there are no issues.

"Okay great. How was the flight?"

Fucking torture.