When they arrived, Vladimir formally introduced the two women and held his breath that they both behaved. He knew he was playing with fire, especially where Elvira was concerned. Delia remembered her coming on to Pierre and wondered if she had used
that same tactic with Vladimir so she dressed in her sexiest dress for party. She knew Vladimir had a life before her; they just
hadn’t discussed much about it. She wanted to be sure her husband only had eyes
for her. 
Delia was very syrupy sweet and thanked Elvira for
helping with the real estate transaction. She told Elvira that she looked forward to moving into the new house with her family,
emphasizing the word family. Elvira
managed to keep herself from tearing out Delia's throat only because Vladimir was standing right next to her. She took a deep breath told Delia she had some final things to discuss with
her husband if she wouldn’t mind excusing them for a few minutes to get the
details finalized. “Of course,” said
Delia dripping sweetness, “We can’t
thank you enough for all you have already done. I will just grab a drink in the kitchen while you two talk.”
“El
– cut the crap. Let’s just get this
charade over with,” said Vladimir, “Do you have the keys and the address? And once we get there, then what? Will you
and the rest be able to protect Delia and Valerie? Where will the lookouts be stationed?”
“Elvira! Don't forget how you got here! You owe me and as the soon to be leader of Bridgeport, you
WILL protect my family – or else!” Vladimir snarled back at her.
They attempted to move further out of earshot as the conversation began to get heated and went into the other room and sat on the couch.
“Don’t give me
orders. You are not the leader yet. You
are showing too much weakness with Blondie and that brat kid. If I was by your side, then we would be invincible. As soon as this gets out, you will have a HUGE
price on your sexy hide,” retorted Elvira, and those two will be as good as dead. “Shhh – here comes Delia. I am warning you. Don’t screw this up!” warned
Vladimir.
Delia joined them on the couch and began to interrogate Elvira. “So, Elvira, how long have you known my hunk
of a husband?” asked Delia. Elvira just looked
at her like she was crazy and feigned interest.
“Well, De – uh – Delana isn’t it?
We go WAY back,” said Elvira dreamily.
“It's Delia sweetie," corrected Delia and continued, "Really? Hmmm. Vladimir never mentioned
you before now. I guess he has been too
busy with our daughter,” surmised Delia. “You know, she adores her father and they are inseparable,” continued
Delia in the same sweet voice.
Vladimir had had enough of this. He had to put a stop it now before the two of
them came to blows. He knew would
literally kill Elvira if she harmed a hair on Delia or Valerie’s head and that was where this was headed if he didn't separate the two of them.
He stood up and said, “Come on Delia. We have already stayed too long. It is getting late and we need to relieve the sitter,” and looking at Elvira
continued, “I will see you later. Thanks
for your help and hospitality.”
Thankfully Delia didn't argue. She was as ready to leave that place as Vladimir was. On the way home, Vladimir tried to discourage any talk of Elvira and the evening. He steered their conversation to the new house and began to describe it to her. This seemed to make her happy. He was very anxious to get them all to the safer place. He told Delia they would begin packing first thing in the morning.
When they got home he apologized profusely for the apparently awkward encounter before Delia had a chance to ask him anymore about Elvira. He told her again that he loved her more than anything. He meant it with his whole being. He knew he would have to eventually tell Delia what was really going on, but not until the takeover was complete. If he told her now, he might lose her forever and he knew, forever is a very long time.
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