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He chuckled. “The method is called personal interrogation, but it will need to be done. And I will find the person responsible one way or the other.” He reached around me, grabbing his glass. As he brought it to his lips, he hesitated then gulped the rest. “You need to go to bed.”
“Don’t do this to yourself, Phoenix. Don’t put such a heavy burden on your shoulders.”
“As the leader of this family now, it’s what I must do.”
“Admirable but allow me to take some of the burden.”
“And how will you do that?”
“Talk to me. Trust me. Confide in me,” I told him as I cupped his face.
“As I’ve said before, I do trust you. I just need time to process.”
I knew there was no way of getting the brooding man to talk. Not now. “I meant what I said earlier. I love you. Maybe I shouldn’t but I do.”
“You’re my shining star. When this is over, we’ll head to Europe. Greece. Italy. France.”
“I wouldn’t mind spending time right here with you. No soldiers. No weapons. No staff. Can we do that?”
“Hmmm… Maybe. If you’re a good girl.”
I got off his lap and held out my hand. “Take me to bed, Mr. Diamondis.”
He acted as if he wasn’t going to move. Then he stood, all six foot five of him and lifted me off my feet instead, cradling me against his chest.
“No, myomorfiá. I’m going to make love to you for the rest of the night.”
* * *
Phoenix
I tossed back the rest of my bourbon, the liquid churning in my stomach like toxic waste. The tension inside the jet was palpable, more so than usual. I didn’t like what we were headed into, the not knowing what to expect. While I’d put in a call to Maxim, I hadn’t been looking for assurances that the city was quiet. Then again, maybe I had been.
I’d only brought two soldiers with me, determined not to leave the family or my businesses without required protection. It was entirely possible our arrival wouldn’t be noted, but I’d place a solid bet on the fact the game I was playing was tempting the responsible party.
In fact, I’d risk my life on it.
“You’re tense,” Whitney said without bothering to turn her head in my direction.
“No more than usual.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You have a way of seeing right through me. Don’t you,omorfiá?”
“You’re not that complex, you know.” She tilted her head toward me, her smile waning almost immediately. “You brother doesn’t like me very much.”
I shifted my gaze toward one of the front seats. Stavros sat stoically, saying little more than a few words since we got on the jet almost two hours before. “Both my brothers are very emotional.”
“And you’re not?”
“You learn to hide your emotions.”
“So you’ve told me.”
“I’m curious, my beauty. What do you know about your father and why he left?”
She tensed but shifted in her seat, curling her legs under her. “Honestly? Not very much. My mother told me little about what happened except he shocked her by telling her one day he was leaving.”
