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“Around eight hours.”
“Do you think there’s a bedroom on board?”
Her husky whisper causes my cock to wake up and I say with a sigh, “This is as good as it gets, malyshka. The best on offer is to grab a blanket and recline your seat. What can I say? My friend likes to watch his money.”
I laugh to myself because Angelo isn’t the kind of guy to care how much anything cost but I know he’s done this to keep us safe. Massimo wouldn’t think twice about a Mr. and Mrs. Belton traveling on business to Canada. I doubt he even knows of Club Mafia because if he does, he would have paid us a visit months ago.
“Tell me about your home.”
Charlotte must be a mind reader and I grip her hand a little tighter. “Angelo discovered it soon after we left college. He was looking for a place we could all meet and found a remote piece of land in Canada that can only be reached by air. Roads surround it, but there’s a trek across hostile land to reach it and we would spot anyone approaching for miles.
“It sounds like a fortress.” Charlotte’s eyes are wide, and I nod. “It is. When Angelo’s father died, he instructed a house to be built. It happened quickly despite the restrictions in access. The materials were shipped and then transported by land, and it took six months to complete. Like Malik’s home, this one has impressive defenses and when we take up residence, we bring our most trusted soldiers with us to provide security.”
“Can you trust them? What if they tell Massimo about it? It sounds as if he’s a man with many eyes and ears on the ground.”
Thinking about the man himself, I hiss, “One thing you should know about your bastard father is he commands through fear. He is the most hated and depraved mafia boss in the world and his soldiers stay loyal out of fear of what he will do to them if they betray him.”
“Surely they could join together if they hate him so much and get rid of him.”
Charlotte shrugs as if we’re all fucking idiots and just imagining what goes on in his world makes me shiver.
“They wouldn’t dare, princess, because Massimo has a way of making shit real. His men are so terrified they fear standing up against him because it’s doubtful they would get any backup. Massimo searches out their weakness and exploits that.”
“Like what?”
“Their family, kids, even their pets. He does his research and if they displease him, their families suffer the consequences of that. He loves to torture, rape and murder, preferably with an audience and the stories that are whispered in darkened corners about what goes on inside his world, would make Satan himself close the doors of hell and take cover.”
Charlotte turns as white as snow and says in a broken voice, “I’ve heard enough.”
She wipes a tear from her eye, and I swear it cuts my heart out.
“Why the tears?”
She shakes her head and says sadly, “Because you were going to send me there. Because your friend is already there and because I’m related to him by blood. What if I’m the same as him? It could be deep inside me and ready to unleash on the world when I least expect it.”
Witnessing her genuine concern makes me laugh out loud, and she says angrily, “I don’t see what’s so funny about this.”
“You are.”
“Why?”
I twist her face closer to mine and whisper, “Because somehow Massimo produced an angel. I’m guessing this was God’s revenge and his antidote to evil. You arenothinglike him and probably everything your mother was.”
“My mother.” Charlotte blinks back the tears as she contemplates another person involved in this that she kind of forgot to think about.
“Men like Massimo, like me and my friends, have drowned in the same darkness our entire lives. It’s hard, rough and cruel but you kind of get used to it. When you meet somebody good and kind with the beauty of an angel, it draws you in. You want to reach out and touch it. To see what it’s like to hold something pure for once in your life. It acts like antiseptic on a deep wound and washes the pain away. You are nothing like him, princess, and never will be, but you areeverythingto me.”
As I kiss her trembling lips and feel her tears against my skin, I meant every word I said because Charlotte is my pain relief. She is my angel, and I will not sacrifice her because I would rather die than send her to a man like Massimo Delauren, and I would never be happy again if she wasn’t by my side.
As Charlotte wraps her arms around me and kisses me back with a fierceness that gives me so much power, I make a vow to end her miserable father’s life by whatever means necessary.
CHAPTER33
CHARLOTTE
Throughout the flight, I thought about my past. The parents I always understood were my real ones and the ones that, as it turns out, are. It’s obvious my biological father is mad. A despicable excuse for a human being and definitely somebody I never want to meet. But my biological mother is the one I’m more curious about. Am I like her as Ivan said? She died in childbirth, apparently, leaving my father devastated. Is that what sent him mad? Mad with grief is a term I’ve heard before. Is that why he appears to have jumped headfirst into insanity, because of me? Because I killed the love of his life.
Is he searching for me to make me pay for my crime in being born? Will I be his next victim as he takes revenge against the person who took her from him?
