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“Because of the way they were together. Almost affectionate, familiar even, and she was older than the usual escorts at the parties we attend.”
He sighs heavily. “Anyway, I met them a few times and found her to be a pleasant woman. One day I asked him about their relationship, and he told me it was difficult.”
I am brimming with anger but don’t show any of it as I stare at him hard, waiting for more betrayal to spill from his lips.
“A few years back we met at another event. This time his wife, your mother, was his plus one. He pulled me aside and asked for my discretion on the subject and told me that nobody must ever lean of Iris, even if he is no longer around.”
Carter shakes his head sadly. “He was joking, but there was a certain urgency in his voice when he said in confidence that if anything happened to him, his sons would come with many questions and to protect his wife, I must deny knowing anything.”
To protect my wife.
I wonder what he meant by that.
I lean back and consider his words before saying abruptly, “Anything else?”
“No. Your father was a very private man who enjoyed the perks that come with the job.”
He projects a sly grin. “I understand you are cut from the same cloth, Mr. Romanov. Perhaps you understand his need for privacy on the matter.”
“I am not married, Mr. Lamont.” I lean forward and glare into his eyes. “I am not heading home to sleep with my wife after I have fucked a common whore. I am not lying to my family and teaching them about loyalty and trust. I am not my father, Mr. Lamont, and I never will be.”
He shakes his head, and a sly grin stretches across his wet lips. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it son. Marriage, shall we say, becomes a little stale after it’s been out of the wrapper for a while. Men like us are always in the pursuit of fresh pickings and you will be no different from your father. What’s his crime, huh, son? Playing outside the yard a few times a year. I’m guessing your mom wasn’t complaining when he rewarded her with another diamond necklace, or a vacation on his private yacht. Grow up, Mikhail, and ditch the sanctimonious attitude because one day you will be just like us.”
I say nothing. Damien is waiting for one word and is poised ready to pounce, but I prefer to fight my own battles when it concerns family, so I merely shrug and say blankly, “The address if you have it.”
He shakes his head. “If I had it, it would be yours. All I have is the name and what I told you. If I remember anything, I’ll be sure to call.”
I stand and nod to Damien, who moves away from the revolting creature who senses the game is over.
The game is never over.
I nod, flicking him with a dismissive gaze, and adjust the cuffs on my shirt.
“Thank you for your time, Mr. Lamont. Our business is concluded.”
I can almost touch the relief in the air as he makes to stand and I say quickly, “Please. There is no need to see us out.”
I move but not in the direction he expects me to and as I round the desk, I take in the view of the skyline as he sits above it like a commanding general.
“That’s a nice view, Carter.”
I sound impressed and as he opens his mouth to speak, I move swiftly and slam his head face down on his desk, relishing the crunch of bone as his nose smashes into pieces on his ink blotter.
His howl of pain sings like an angel around my soul and grabbing his hair, I lift his miserable head and hiss, “Never insult my mother again, you fucking piece of trash.”
I slam his head down again, his cry of pain exactly what I was aiming for, and I drag it up again and hiss, “I will never be like you.”
I slam his head back down three times before moving away and saying over my shoulder, “Good luck with your energy plant, Mr. Lamont. It’s just a shame I have connections at government level, and your announcement today may be a little premature.”
We leave his office with his humiliation ringing in my ears. He got off lightly this time and if I ever see him again, it will be a different story.
CHAPTER 4
LILLI
I’m so cold and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m freezing or shit scared. I’ve been here for hours. My limbs have seized up and my eyes are drooping, but my heart is still determined not to give up on me.
The worst thing is the fear. I don’t know where I am, who took me or what will happen, but I know one thing: it’s not looking good.
