Say You're Mine

“I think you’re right,” I agree. This is all too much.

“I’m always right.” I smack his chest playfully and roll my eyes.

This time I get a bit more of a smile as he leans down and kisses me. I moan into his mouth, and my fingers dig into his shirt. His hands go to my ass as he pulls me off the table and back over to the sofa.

“Time for another stretching session, Daddy?”

He lets out a loud groan. “You’re going to fucking kill me,” he says before his mouth comes back down on mine.

I start to close my eyes, but Dutch shifts, and in one quick motion he’s on his feet with his gun trained on something across the room. I tilt my head to see a man in an all black suit. There’s a deadliness about him that can’t be denied. Did my father send him too?

“I’ve got your transport,” he says, not the least bit bothered by Dutch pointing a gun at him. Dutch lowers the gun and tucks it in his belt. “It's ready when you are.” A smirk plays on the edge of his lips. “Daddy.”

Chapter Twelve

Dutch

“We’re leaving,” I say as I take Iris’s hand and then grab our newly packed bag.

“What? You’re not going to introduce me?” Sergio’s eyes linger on Iris, and I step in front of her.

“Iris, this is Sergio. He got us safe passage to Germany.” I feel her peek around my side and wave to him.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all—”

“Enough.” I scowl at him, and his smile broadens. He’s enjoying this more than I like. “Do you have any information for me?”

His smile falls, and he nods as he looks to Iris and then to me. I’ve known Sergio since we were children, and I can read him better than most. He’s got something to tell me, but he doesn’t want to say it in front of Iris.

“You can speak freely in front of her.” As much as I want to keep her sheltered, she needs to know the truth.

“Let’s sit down.” He motions to the table and chair, and I drop our bag. When we take a seat, he pulls out a folder with lots of papers and pictures inside. “You did a lot of the leg work for me, so it wasn’t difficult to connect the dots.”

He places the pictures I’ve already shown Iris in front of us. She looks at them and then at me.

“This is who you’re saying is my real family, right?”

“Yes.” Sergio brings out another photo and places it beside them. It’s a photo of an old woman holding a little girl in her lap. “This is you around the age you were taken.” Sergio pulls out another photo, and it’s of the older woman, but maybe a decade or two before. “This was your paternal grandmother, Anna. She was a viscountess in Germany and extremely wealthy.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I squeeze her hand and slide her chair closer to mine, needing to feel her warmth.

“I believe the reason you were taken was because of her fortune.”

“Explain,” I say, and Sergio rolls his eyes at me.

“I’m getting there.” He places several documents in front of me that look old and weathered. “According to her last will and testament, she specifically cut out her son and all his connections to her wealth, and the entire estate was left to Anna Dian.” When Iris doesn’t respond, Sergio places a birth certificate in front of her. “That’s you; you were named after your grandmother. Your real name is Anna Dian and you are the sole heir to the viscountess's fortune.”

“But why me? Why not my parents?”

“This is the reason she was taken,” I realize as I begin to read over the papers.

“I believe it was in large part due to your father’s connections with the Russian mob and how deep his debts are to them. From what Dutch uncovered and I’ve since learned, your biological parents can’t access that fortune without you. And you were taken by the Adairs with the motive of using you to gain access to that wealth also.”

“How would the Adairs have gotten the fortune if I was the sole heir?”

“They were going to breed you for it.” I hiss as I see the letters from her parents in Canada. “They were selling you off to the highest bidder with a promise of more if you got pregnant.”

“That’s impossible, they would never…” She trails off, and both Sergio and I look at her and the evidence on the table. “Oh god.”

“The fortune was always yours, and if you were proven dead, it all went to charity.” Sergio places another document in front of me and taps it with his finger. “All Iris, sorry, I mean Anna, has to do is go to this bank in Germany and they will scan her fingerprints. Once they verify it’s her, the transaction is complete.”