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“Yet,” he murmurs as he leaves the room.
I sigh.Yet.It’s only February, not even close to high school ending. She would need at least eight years to get her credentials. Closing my eyes, I consider saying fuck it all and making her mine. The immediate gratification pales to the hell in the years that would come. Celia would hate me, turn our marriage into a battlefield. I would rather go without her and see her happy than turn those silver eyes to gray with hate.
All I was goingto do was leave her with a car, a new phone to ensure she was safe and the scholarship so she could have her dream. Then I was going to walk away from her. Celia Parker was too young, with too much life she deserved to live.
It did not matter that I was in no rush myself to get married—did not even want to contemplate it until I was forty the way my father had. I know myself for the selfish bastard I am. No way could I go so many years without laying claim to her as my woman. If I did she would lose out on her dream and hate me for it.
While I never believed I would have the loving marriage my parents had, I at least wanted peace within my home. It would be a place of calm. My wife would give me a child or two—the number was of no interest to me. All I required was the appearance of the model family. With the large number of brothers I have, I did not care if my wife gave me an heir or not.
The one good thing would be a child. I would do what I could to give my child or children the love and security my father gave me. At the same time I was in no rush for any of that. I would pick a bride based on what she could bring to the marriage, not my cock—that’s what a mistress was for.
I began the setup of the scholarship. Why the hell I picked a cloned phone, I don’t know. Her calls and texts were not something I should care about. The phone was for her safety, yet as I opened the drawer to the phones I kept on hand, swapping them out as needed for our security who regularly lost them, I grabbed one that was cloned.
By the time the call comes from Peter, I haven’t gotten a damn thing done. I expect the call to end my preoccupation with Celia. She would have the phone and the car. Her scholarship would take another few weeks but it was done. I find I’m wrong.
“Your woman kicked me. Wouldn’t take the car so I put her in the SUV. I know you said no one touched her but she tried to run. I’m not handing her ass the phone, she’ll throw it at me and break the damn thing.” Peter has lost his usual cool. “Tell me you’re going to spank her ass for being a brat.”
I hear Celia in the background. “Tell him I’m not taking the fucking car! He can take it and shove it up his ass!”
This woman, a laugh comes out of me unbidden. “Spitting cat that she is, I’ll give you a pass this time. Do not worry, my friend, I will make sure she regrets it.”
Peter laughs. He is aware of my way with women. I do not make love. I fuck. I like my sex rough and dirty. Control was mandatory for me—of their mouth, their cunt, of the air they breathed. They didn’t always understand what they were agreeing to, sometimes it shocked them, but they always came and they always begged for more.
“Drop her at work and have someone sit on the place to keep an eye on her. Get the time she’s off. I’ll be there when she leaves. Make sure everyone knows not to touch her. I don’t care how much she angers you, do not harm her. I will kill anyone who does,” I warn him.
The moment I hang up, it hits me, I laughed for the first time in ages because of someone who wasn’t one of my brothers or Peter. Even as the thought of Peter handling her made me want to kill him for touching her.
I am so fucked.
It didn’t matter what my head said, Celia is mine. What the hell happened the moment I looked into those silver eyes, I have no fucking idea, but it ended with recognizing she was mine—I was just too pissed about it to admit it.
Celia is my fate. For better or worse. I will not fight this. I told Celia the truth, we Russians are a superstitious lot. It was not only the cat Aleksander told me I needed, it was a wife. For both the kitten and Celia to appear less than a week after he said it, it was meant to be. His words were a warning.
I consider the information I was able to find out on Celia so far. It isn’t nearly enough. The best person, the man I would have already rung is Diego Valdez. Except Valdez might balk—the man had scruples. He did not flinch from invading the very minutia of a man or woman’s life if the person was a villain in Valdez’s eyes. However, when it came to innocents Valdez would refuse to do the job, or in some cases refuse to deliver everything he found.
I have my phone in my hand and it’s ringing and answered before I even know it.
“Milos?” Shit, I think it’s the second time he’s said something.
Shaking my head, the words are out. “I need everything you can get me on Celia Parker. She is Carlo Toro’s daughter. From her date of birth until today.”
He’s quiet. “Why?”
It’s one word but filled with so many more. Was I intent on using her against Carlo? What would I do with what he found?
I give in. “I’m going to marry her but not for some time. I need to know everything I can to ensure from now until she is ready that I protect her and give her all she needs.”
I go with the truth. “I could call someone else. The problem is I don’t want anyone aware of my interest in her. Carlo finds out and she’ll be forced. I don’t want her forced. I want her willing. She wants to go to school, but Carlo is refusing to allow it. Celia will get everything she wants, by the end of it all I want one of those things to be me. In order to do that I need to know everything.”
I close my eyes as he remains quiet. I cannot believe I told him everything and wonder if I left myself vulnerable to him.
Just as I am beginning to wonder if it was a mistake to call Valdez, he speaks. “I have a brief file I will send over now. The rest I can get you in the next few days. Are you going to want security for her?”
“A tracker, yes. Eyes and ears as well. Once she is in place at school I will have my man with her. I might need assistance getting him in—I will need to look further into it. There is much planning to do—I did just meet her today.” Shit, I am not sure I should have admitted that.
“The tracker might be a little harder, but I will get it, and eyes and ears within the week. Same thing happened to me when I met my girl. Within hours of meeting her I had her locked up tight—I’ve known every breath she’s taken since.”
Relief fills me. “Thank you.”
