“I always want that, Victor, but I want to tell you everything I know.” I give his hand a squeeze. Something lights up in his eyes at my words, making my chest bloom with happiness that I’ve given him that look.
He opens my door for me, letting me in before locking it and setting the alarm he’s put in. I’m not sure why. He is always here. Somehow his giant body fits on my bed with me. He sleeps here every night but has still left me with my virginity.
I motion him over to the sofa to sit down. I try to pull my fingers from his but he doesn’t let me. “Just grabbing something.” He lets me go and watches me walk into my small kitchen. I pull out the folder I hid between the microwave and the wall for safe keeping.
I walk back over to him with the folder in hand. He pulls me down into his lap. We both know what the folder is. I’m not upset about him getting it for me. If I’ve learned anything in the weeks I’ve known this man, it’s that he’d get me anything I wanted.
“I love my family,” I tell him as I play with the edge of the folder. I haven’t opened it. As for Victor, he’s in a whole other category for me. What I feel for him vastly outweighs anything I’ve ever felt for anyone else on this earth.
“I’ve always wanted a family. We soon will make one.”
I smile at that. His simple words always give me such warmth and hope.
“I don’t know if my dad is a good man or a bad one,” I admit. “It’s why I haven’t opened the folder. Shady people come and go.” I shrug, thinking about my childhood. “He makes good money but some things don’t always add up. I look the other way. I don’t put my nose where it doesn’t belong. To be honest, I think it’s because I don’t want to know. He hasn’t been a terrible dad. Not always the most invested but I think he wants the best for us. Or what he thinks is the best.” That is my guess, with all the marriages he is always trying to arrange for us. Or I am all wrong and we are merely being traded or used for something, but I try not to let my mind go there. Whenever I’ve said no to one of the men my dad always did send them away. That is something. I always try to see the good in others.
“You’re sweet, my kotyonok.” He takes the folder from my fingers. “You wish to not know then you don’t need to. I’ll do what needs to be done.”
“That just makes me so naïve though.” My shoulders drop. I should want to know everything. Stand strong and finally find out the truth.
“I've seen enough in my life for the both of us. It would be an honor for me to protect you, sweetheart.”
“Am I in danger?” I ask.
“Not if I am close.” I shift to straddle Victor. It’s crazy that in such a short time I’ve learned not to shy away from taking what I want. It helps that I know he enjoys when I do it.
“There is nothing really for me to tell. In fact, I think you know more than I do.”
“You do not care that I dig?”
A burst of laughter pours from me. “Victor, you have a tracker on me. Dig away—but like I said, I do love my family.”
“You need not finish, my kotyonok. I will make sure they are safe too.” I lean down to kiss him. His hands dig into my hair, which I’ve gotten used to wearing down. Each time I try to pull it up, Victor simply steals my hair tie while kissing me.
“I’ve given you everything now.” I moan against his mouth as I press my sex into his cock, which is digging into me. “Now it’s your turn.”
Chapter 11
Victor
“Violet’s family has arrived,” King announces.
“All of them?”
“Her parents, her older sister, and the detective.”
My plan has worked. I blocked Violet’s incoming calls from her family as well as her outgoing messages with a note of my own that should they wish to hear from her again, they would need to come for a visit. It’s encouraging that they have all shown up—all but the middle sister.
“Make sure Violet is occupied while I meet with them.” I stand and straighten the cuffs of my shirt.
“You mean interrogate them.” King grins.
“Meet. Question. Whatever term you would like to use,” I reply. I require answers and they have them.
“I’ll have Wilson create a distraction.”
“Excellent.” Lennox is away from the resort on his honeymoon and so Violet is in charge, which is why I’ve had to bring her family down to me instead of flying to New Jersey. It works out for the best, though. This is unfamiliar territory for them, which means that they will be uneasy. Uneasy people are more susceptible to pressure—both the positive and the negative kind. We will see which they respond to.
It doesn’t take long for a discreet knock to sound at the door. I nod to King, who goes and opens it.