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I wrapped my arm around her waist and sat up on the side of the bed. I pulled her into my lap, not letting her shy away from me for even a moment.
“For now,” I smirked against her head. She giggled, confirming what I was already thinking.
“Forever. Your hand hurts,” she pouted.
“Not as much as my belt, angel,” I reminded her. My cock jumped, already ready to go even though I’d come in both her mouth and her pussy today. I was ready to come for a third time, but I held back. She’d already had her world turned upside down today. She wasn’t ready for more yet. She needed time to recover, and she also needed to be fed.
I’d worry about that in just a little while.
She curled around me more closely, wrapping her arms around my neck. My own surrounded her waist, keeping her firmly against me. Her gaze studied mine, curious and shy and altogether perfect.
“I’ve made a number of calls today in regard to your situation,” I started.
“My situation?”
“I need to get a handle on how much danger you’re in, both from the Russian Bratva and the Polish mob, but I need more information from you in order to do that,” I said softly.
At the mention of her father’s organization, she shied away a little, but I didn’t allow her much room. She had to let down her walls if I was going to be able to protect her.
“I just need to go somewhere they can’t find me,” she protested. I let my hand fall to her bare backside. I did nothing other than lay it against her cheek, but that was enough to give her pause.
“It’s not fair that you can just spank me whenever you want to prove a point,” she pouted.
“Better a sore bottom than a bullet between your eyes, angel,” I replied. As much as she wanted to take care of herself, she was only one girl. With the men coming for her, she was going to need much more than that.
“What do you need to know?” she asked hesitantly. Her adorable little pout was still painted all over her face, but she was trying to be obedient and that made my cock just as hard as taking her over my knee would have done.
Fuck. This girl was going to be the death of me.
“I know that for the most part, you grew up under your mother’s care,” I started delicately. “I also know that she died not long ago, but the paperwork around her death has mostly vanished. All I could find with her name was an obituary in a physical copy of a newspaper. All other mention of her has been wiped clean.”
A look of sadness crossed over her features.
“I also know that a generous amount of money was paid out of one of his offshore accounts around the time of her death,” I pressed.
Her jawline tensed knowingly. She didn’t need to say anything to confirm it.
“Your father killed your mother,” I continued.
“My mother had never taken well to being a mafia king’s wife. She wasn’t submissive and demure like he expected her to be, especially when it came to raising me,” Kasia explained hesitantly. She’d let down her guard just a little with me and my heart swelled.
“Why did he decide to kill her?”
“She found out he’d used me for political gain. Without our knowledge or consent, he’d arranged for me to marry a mob lord’s son on my eighteenth birthday. She publicly refused him in front of his men. She was hustled out and managed to escape shortly after that. She took me back home into the country with her. An assassin came for us several days later.”
“Would you like to tell me how she died?”
I would give her the choice to share this information or not. The manner of death wasn’t relevant, but I hoped she trusted me enough to tell me anyway.
She curled up into an even smaller ball than before, but her fingers gripped at me more tightly as the moments passed. Bravely, she cleared her throat and began to tell her story.
“The man snuck into the house late in the night and hid. My mother usually woke up and made coffee in the morning. I usually slept in a while longer until she made breakfast and a cup of tea for me.”
She paused for a moment, her voice shaking.
“I didn’t hear the struggle when it happened. I’m not even really sure when it happened. All I knew that was when I woke up, there was only the scent of brewed coffee on the air. I remember my stomach growling and I padded into the kitchen expecting to find her cooking breakfast on the stove, but the coffeepot was still full. She hadn’t even had time to pour herself a cup.”
She pressed her cheek against my chest.
