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I shake my head as I watch them disappear behind an aisle of books.
“I brought all my favorite cars to show you, Daddy.”
A smile spreads over my face, and picking up the cup of coffee Rosalie brought for me, I take a sip as I continue to check the bestsellers lists.
I hear Vincent’s chuckle and Alek’s deep voice, and my smile grows.
Chapter 37
Alek
I had to leave the bookstore so I could take Viktor to his one o’clock meeting.
Every time I see Everleigh and Vincent, I feel a little calmer.
“What’s on your jacket?” Viktor asks. “It better not be shit.”
I let out a burst of laughter. “It’s chocolate.”
“Thank, fuck,” he mutters. When we get to the office, check on the shipments that are due. I want to know what the rest of the week looks like.”
“Okay.” Hesitating for a moment, I decide to go ahead and ask, “How did you get Rosalie to fall in love with you?”
“I kidnapped her,” he chuckles before he gets serious. “I showed her she’s safe with me. It took three years, Alek. She didn’t take it easy on me.” He glances out of the side window of the car. “Everleigh already loves you. Just remind her who you are.”
I nod as I steer the G-Wagon into the underground parking. “Any news on Brayden Kelly?” I ask as we climb out of the vehicle.
“No, but I’ve increased the hit on his head to two point five million, so he should be dead soon enough.”
“Hmm.”
That’s good news.
I make enough to give my family a good life, but I want that two point five million. And it will help me blow off some steam if I kill Kelly.
It’s a win-win situation.
I escort Viktor to his office before I head to the shipping department. I get the list of incoming shipments and tell the supervisor to email me an updated list daily.
While I wait for Viktor, I call Peter.
“Sir?”
“Do you have eyes on her?”
“Yes, sir. She’s walking through the aisles and seems to be checking the books.”
“And my son?”
“I can’t see him from outside the store. Do you want me to go in?”
“No. Keep your distance and make sure Everleigh doesn’t notice you. I haven’t told her you’re guarding her.”
“Not a problem.”
We end the call, and I dial Misha’s number.
“I’ll be damned. Did hell freeze over?” my friend answers.
