“Fair enough.”
We sit in silence for a moment. I finish my cigarette and let it drop to the grass below.
“Shouldn’t you be in there?” I ask him.
“Shouldn’t you?”
“Touché.”
“You have plans next weekend?” he asks.
I look up at him, my eyes nearly bulging out of my head. Is he asking me on a date? I can’t go on a date. That didn’t happen in the Bratva unless the brotherhood already promised you for marriage. Panic swells in my chest.
A smile stretches across his handsome face. “Calm down. I want you to come out to the house. I need your opinion on some cabinets, flooring, shit like that. I’ll talk to your father.”
My panic lessens but not by much. There’s only one reason that Alek would want my opinion on the renovations of his house. He must know I’ll be living there. But how soon will that be? The decision of who I’ll marry is left up to my dad and Gavril, the Pakhan, but Alek and I make sense. It would be stupid for them to marry me to anyone else.
I nod. “Alright.”
The door opens, and Nicolai, my bodyguard, stands there. “Your mother is looking for you.”
I let out a sigh and climb off the railing. “I’ll see you around, Alek.”