When I click my fingers two times, Eight magically appears out of nowhere. He’s good like that. He is always at my side watching my back as I do K’s. Excluding Nikolai, he’s the only man I trust with her, and even then, he is wary about what he does and says around her.
“Where, exactly?” I ask after scanning Lester’s blood-stained face with the facial recognition software on his phone.
When I enter the contact app, I automatically scroll to the very bottom, seeking the Zs. My thumb stops mid-scroll when Lester answers my question. “It’s under the 1s.” His panicked eyes dart between mine when he confesses. “I store my clients’ details in my phone under the docket numbers of their purchases. Janice’s was 12573. I remember hers as it was only one digit different from my favorite mistress’ number.”
I’m not the only one who balks at his blubbered comment.
I felt K’s ripples from here.
Her sales docket number was one number away from Janice’s as well. It was the number I used to free her from captivity, and the date cited on her mother’s headstone. India was such a sick bitch, she suggested for Achim to use K’s mother’s date of birth as her sale document number. She hated how her family’s wealth and stature couldn’t weaken Achim’s obsession with K, so she made K’s life as miserable as possible.
Even with K being the help, Achim wanted her on sight and was willing to do anything to have her. He didn’t count on a Corbyn man stealing his ultimate prize. I was supposed to bed his wife-to-be, not the jewel of his eye.
Knowing K gave her virginity to me willingly gutted Achim more than India nursing my brother back to health so they could plot their own takeover bid on the Novaks. That’s what got Cole killed. Achim had spies in many places. India’s chambermaids were only one of them.
Although no bones have been found, rumors are India was killed by Achim not long after she suggested he gift K to Vladimir. She may have been a more royal version of K, but no amount of glitz can replicate the fight in K’s eyes. When Achim finally learned that, he supposedly strangled India like he did K nine months ago.
He just failed to resuscitate her.
I’ve never been a man to believe rumors. I’ve seen firsthand how the dead resurrect when least expected, so although my hunt for India has ceased, my watch will never end. If she resurfaces, I’ll take her down just as quickly as I have every other person who has caused K harm. It’ll make me a monster, but since it will also ensure I keep my promise to K while coercing her out of the dark, I’m willing to step into the nightmares of my past for her one more time.
As I am now.
Lester sighs when I tuck his penis away, stupidly believing he’s safe from dismemberment. He is dead fucking wrong. If any of the inane thoughts in my head are true, the loss of his penis will be the least of his worries.
“K, can you come here for a sec?”
My pulse quickens when she enters the elaborate galley of a mansion thirty miles from Vegas. Her hair is wet and clinging to her face compliments to the sprinkling of rain we dashed through while sneaking into Lester’s home unaware, and her white dress is grubby and almost see-through.
I see so much of the girl who galloped down the stairs of Vladimir’s compound twelve months ago tonight. She’s just stronger now. More determined.Fucking perfect.
After telling my cock to calm the fuck down, aware I could never remove a man’s appendage while mine is pressed against the zipper in my trousers, I ask K, “Do you recognize him?”
She joins Eight and me near a balustrade that curves up and around four floors of opulence so she can take in Lester’s features with due diligence. My cock hardens even more when the scent of her rain-soaked hair streams into my nose. She has a seductive scent not even the hardest conditions can detract from. It’s a scent that reminds me of bad decisions with deadly consequences but with a touch of purity I’ve never experienced.
My addiction to her scent helped her heal faster than expected as does my dedication to ensure her pleasure forever comes before mine. She never kneels to suck my cock until the apex of her thighs is drenched by multiple orgasms. Just like we’ve never fucked without her eyes locked on mine.
Even before she learned a word of English, I could read her thoughts in her eyes. They guided me through the many exchanges we’ve had the past nine months.
As they do today.
Ignoring Lester’s wordless pleas for her to say no, K shifts on her feet to face me. I’m pleased to say even with her heels bringing her tiny five-foot-two height closer to my six-foot-three stature, there isn’t the slightest wobble to her stride.
Shoes were the first thing I spoiled her with.
Orgasms were a close second.
“Yes.”
“Yes, you recognize him?” I double-check. Nikolai said I could leave Lester breathing if he gave us what I wanted. He was a mere accountant working for the wrong man.
Now, I’m not so sure.
“Yes, I recognize him.” K’s English is still developing, and her voice is heavy with an accent I fucking love, but even if she couldn’t speak a word of English, she’d have no trouble communicating with me. I can see the truth in her narrowed eyes, feel her anger slicking her skin with sweat.
This fucker isn’t just an accountant.
He touched my girl.
