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“What?”
“In the event of an attack, you’re to be protected. Viktor’s orders,” Angus tells me.
“I don’t fucking need protecting. My family needs me.”
“He said you’d mention that. But he wants to ensure Ava and the kids have at least one of you.”
I take a step forward until we’re chest to chest. “I don’t give a fuck what Viktor wants.”
“This isn’t about you, Oliver. This is about Ava and the kids.” His argument is logical but not what I want to hear. “I rather not knock you out or tie you to a chair.”
I scratch my face to hide the tic of my jaw. “I want an update from you the minute the mansion comes into view.”
“You have my word,” Angus swears.
“I’m holding you to it. Make sure my family is alive and safe.”
“Aye.”
I let him leave despite my objections. I’m needed at the mansion, not at Eros. But if Viktor and I are at the same place and we die, Ava and the kids will be left without protection.
I’m left without a choice, but it doesn’t mean I can’t plan for our counterattack.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Viktor
An hour earlier…
Ava and I are sitting in the living room in silence. I know her mother’s visit rattled her, even if she doesn’t say as much. I hate that her parents are worthless people. They’ve done nothing but bring her pain. If it were up to me, I’d eliminate them from her life. If Oliver’s suspicion is correct—that their mother is Irish—she’s probably working for or with Cillian.
Hopefully, Oliver is wrong. Maybe it’s just a coincidence she has returned. But Oliver is rarely wrong, and his theory fits.
“What do you want to do?” I ask Ava, prompting her to face me.
“Nothing. She’s still my mother. I have to believe that somewhere deep down, she loves me, and wouldn’t hurt me.”
“We’re going to figure this out. Whether she’s here with good intentions or not, you’re not alone.” I bring her closer to me.
“I know.” She peers at me with loved-up eyes. “I’m grateful you are in my life.”
I kiss her. When she deepens the kiss, I pick her up and walk to my office.
The moment her feet touch the floor, her hands go for my belt. The hunger in her eyes can be paralyzing. Before I know it, she’s on her knees, freeing me.
“Fuck,” I growl as she slides me into her mouth.
“Ava,” I bark, but she isn’t listening.
I lead us to the couch. When she is laying on the couch, I unbutton her blouse. I trace the curves of her breasts with my tongue. As I bite her nipples through her bra, she moans, inviting me to continue. Not wasting any time, I take off her leggings. The office is filled with the scent of her arousal and the lavender exuding from her skin.
I sit on the couch and move her on top of me. She pulls her thong to the side and slowly slides me inside. With every inch she takes, her nails dig deeper into my back.
It doesn’t matter how uncertain our present or future is—this will never change. We will always make sense.
I dig my fingers into her hip as I drive into her. “I fucking love you, Ava.”
“I love you, too.” Her voice is barely audible.
