Killer?
Of course, he is.
He's dangerous beyond words, he walks into a room, and everyone falls silent, then bends over backward to do anything for him. I don't think there are many people who aren't scared of the Don. To be honest, I think everyone is, even if it be a small way. I wouldn't say I'm afraid of him, but he doesn't frighten me sometimes. I'd be a fool not to admit it. Although, I know deep in my heart that Draven would never hurt me. I feel that deep in my bones.
Then there are the women who fall over themselves to get Draven's attention, even in front of me. They have no respect for me whatsoever! I've never been a jealous person, but I am where Draven is concerned. I know it's silly when I'm the one who has his heart, but Draven is a powerful man, a gorgeous, well-built man with dark eyes that draw you in. Any woman in her right mind would want a piece of him. Well, if she knew who he really was, she'd have to have a screw loose, but there's something about a powerful, dangerous man that has a girl shaking for him.
I think Draven secretly likes the fact that I get jealous. I guess I kind of do too because he fucks me so good because of it. It's like it turns him on so much that he takes me anywhere he pleases. He makes me come so hard sometimes that I can't help but scream out my pleasure, no matter where we are. I've even walked out of restrooms to the feeling of people staring at me. It's a little embarrassing, but I always feel so powerful knowing those people know who I am and who I'm with.
I hear the horn of Draven's Audi and make my way downstairs. I open the front door and there he stands with a huge, appreciative smile on his face. “You look beautiful, il mio amore.”
“Thank you,” I giggle. “You look handsome, uomo di miniera.” He smirks at my use of his mother tongue, and it makes me tingle. I've been learning Italian for the past few weeks from anyone willing to give me lessons.
Draven really does look handsome this evening. He's wearing a suit as always, and as always, it's an expensive one, navy blue and tailored to fit his muscle-clad body perfectly. I slide my hands up his chest and entwine them behind his neck. “I've missed you, Mr. Vidal.”
He kisses me with a smile on his handsome face. “I love hearing you say that with such sincerity.” Because his ex-wife never did. “I missed you, too, but let's go, we have things to discuss.”
I nod and take his hand. Christ, I am so horny my clit is throbbing like crazy, and if I squeeze my thighs together, I'll come. I can't allow myself to do that, though, Draven doesn't like it when he hasn't given me permission. The thought that he commands my orgasms just makes me hornier.
God, this is going to be torture.
Ten minutes later, Tony pulls the car over in front of Tombé, a French restaurant I have never been to before. The place looks posh – very Parisian. It smells incredible in here.
We walk into the restaurant hand in hand. The concierge, a young man wearing black pants, a deep red shirt, black tie, and vest, seats us immediately. Every person knows who Draven Vidal is. Everyone treats him like a king. We're seated at the best table in the place. I've come to expect nothing less.
I like it here, everything from the music to waiters to the tables with the candle, the lone flower, and the satin looking table cloths is authentically French. It's the kind of place you se on TV, plus its five stars.
I thank the waiter, a guy who doesn't look any older than twenty, as he holds my chair out for me to sit down. “Can I get either of you anything to drink?” He's nervous about waiting on us, I can see it in his eyes.
That's the sad part of all this, people being scared of us, well, Draven. I know a man such as Draven needs to put fear into people because of who he is, but it bothers me no end. I remember what it was like to be scared of someone. I remember how I feared what came next, what would happen to me if I said something my father didn't agree with. I hate that others feel that way because of my man. The innocent, at least.
“Yes,” Draven answers the young man beside the table. “A bottle of your finest white.”
“Sir,” The waiter scurries off to get the wine. Ass didn't even wait for my order!
“Draven, I can't drink that.” I won't drink that. I won't do anything that could harm this baby's health.
“A sip won't hurt you. We have something to celebrate.”
“What?” I ask with a curious smile just as the waiter comes back with the wine and pours Draven a glass. On Draven's request, he pours a small amount in the bottom of my glass. He then asks the waiter to come back when he's called to take our order.
Draven takes my left hand across the small table, stroking my engagement ring, making me smile. I love my ring. Platinum with one large – not massive, I wouldn't've worn it – pink rose diamond, and two smaller ones either side of the large one.
“What's going on?” I'm a little nervous right now. There's churning in my belly. My baby is moving around inside me, feeling my nervousness. I stroke my stomach with my free hand, calming my baby. I love how whenever my baby seems upset – yes, I said that – all I have to do is stroke my belly and my baby calms instantly. We have that bond already, and it's so special that my heart swells with even more love each time.
“I have something to show you. I don't want you to question it. Just read the papers I hand you and tell me what you think.”
I narrow my eyes and take the papers Draven hands me from his inside pocket. I open them slowly, nervous about what I'll find. My eyes narrow; further, I can't quite believe what I'm seeing. “Draven. How...?”
“We found him, and he signed.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“Just like that? After he said, he would never sign? After he escaped you?” Am I to honestly believe that after finding Paul, getting him to sign the divorce papers, Draven just let him go? How stupid does he think I am? “What did you do to him to make him sign, Draven?”
“Nothing.” His answer is clipped. I don't blame him for not wanting to tell me, as much as I hate Paul, if Draven did something terrible to him it would play on my mind. I know in my heart though that Draven would never just let Paul go just because he finally signed these papers.
“Draven, please don't lie to me.”
He sighs, and I feel awful because I'm making him feel bad for finally setting me free, but I'm scared that he killed Paul or worse. What's worse than death? A lot where this man is concerned.
“The truth is,” He sighs again.
“Tell me.” I urge gently while squeezing his hand in mine. I don't want to spoil what should have been a special moment between us, but I won't be able to enjoy tonight until I know what happened. I just know Paul wouldn't have signed these papers willingly. My lawyer has been unsuccessful in finding him, the MC also, and Draven too. What the hell changed?
Draven leans forward in his seat. “I have a lot of people in my pocket, Marnie. A lot who owe me something. I won't have my baby born to unmarried parents! That's why I called in a few debts. The divorce is legal.”
“But the signature isn't Paul's, is it?”
“No,” He's honest with me, and that's what I wanted, right? I swallow hard and take a sip of water from the glass the waiter filled when we arrived
. “I know a good forger. My men obtained Paul's signature, and my guy signed the papers, I sent them off. That arrived this morning,” He points to the papers in my hand. “After I paid the appropriate people to rush them through.”
“Shouldn't I have gone in front of a judge for all of this?” I've never been divorced before, but I thought that's what would have happened. I don't understand how they got around this.
“According to the documents filed, you did.” What the? “Obviously, it states that, “Paul” agreed to the divorce under the grounds you filed for in order to not have a lengthy court battle. It also states in the documents that you wanted nothing from him, no property, no money. I don't want you having anything from that man. You are mine, and you need nothing from him, it's my place to take care of you. Cut and dry. Done and dusted.”
It may not have been entirely ethical of him, but the papers in my hand are legal. I am finally divorced from Paul, free to marry Draven. He did all of this for me so that we can be a real family.
Family. I've never really had one of my own, not one I could be proud of at least, aside from my sister.
I love Draven so much, I really do.
I get out of my seat and walk around the table. I touch Draven's shoulder, and he scoots his chair back enough for me to climb onto his lap with both legs to the right. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his lips softly, not caring who in this place can see me. “What was that for?”
“Because you, Draven Vidal, are amazing, and I cannot wait to marry you.”
“Does that mean I don't have to wait any longer to make you my wife?” I smile while stroking his face with the back of my hand, and his hands lock around my waist gently. I want nothing more than to marry him right now, but there are still two little people missing — my little girls.
Draven is always banging on about tradition and how he won't have his child classed as a bastard because we weren't married, but what about my little girls? If he does find them and bring them home, how the hell will he get away with telling people that he's their father? Because that's what he told me people would think, that the girls are his. That's what he wants. That's what I want. However, people know I was married to Paul without any children. I don't want people ever to think they're not mine and Draven's. Not that adoption is a bad thing, in fact, it's a wonderful thing, but Lydia and Amber came from my body, and I want people to know that.