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“Da.”
“Meet us at the condo. She’ll be safer there. He’ll think to look for her at Gray’s casino. The condo is more secure and safer for now.” I pray that decision doesn’t come back to haunt me. Very few people know where my new house is, but it hasn’t been set up with security like my condo at the office has.
As soon as Dmitri climbs into the driver’s seat, we head back to the core area of Vegas and the office. He pulls up to the back entrance, and we head upstairs to the third floor, where the hallway meets four doors. Each of us has a condo here. EvenBabushka, just in case. This place was designed to withstand major disasters if necessary. I enter my condo and find the physician we have on payroll waiting for us in the living room. Mikhail is sitting there, but as soon as he sees her dirty, matted head, he’s on his feet too. In the three weeks since she’s been missing, my inner circle has realized how much she means to me.
I gently lay her on the bed and the blanket falls away. The doctor moves close and starts checking her over. With every bruise, abrasion, and mark revealed, I get angrier. I’m going to kill this asshole slowly.
“We need to clean her up and get this fever under control. Can you start a bath, and do you have someone who could bathe her?” The doctor looks between the three of us.
I turn to Mikhail. “I’ll wash her, but callBabushkaand have some soup brought.” He nods at me and leaves to take care of it. I then turn to Dmitri. “Secure the building. I want a full contingency of soldiers around the perimeter. And contact Bronwyn. Set up a meeting for tomorrow.” It’s time to get the secret that has been buried for so long brought to light. When we figured it out, I told my men to keep their lips sealed. I wanted them to find out from me. I know Bronwyn will want vengeance too.
“But, sir,” the doctor says, and I hold a hand up to him.
“She is mine. I’ll bathe her. Wait in the other room.” He nods and heads back to the living room, closing the door on his way out.
I move to the en suite bathroom and start the large two-person soaking tub. I make sure the temperature isn’t too hot but not too cold either. A knock on the main bedroom door pulls me out of the bathroom. I open it to find the doctor again.
“Make it warm and sit in it a bit until it starts to get a slight chill, then get out. It will help with the fever and possibly bring it down. I’ll get an IV ready and some medications.” I nod and shut the door in his face.
I look at the bed, where she has barely moved. I put a blanket over her to keep her warm while I prepared the bath. She shivers every so often but hasn’t woken up yet. I strip down to my boxers and move to the bed. I pull back the blanket and proceed to cut her clothes off her. She has clothes already waiting here for her. When I lift her slight body, I grit my teeth so I don’t lose focus. Yes, my body craves her, but I’m more concerned with how sick she is and what she’s endured for the last few weeks.
I sink down into the tub, leaving my boxers on. If I had my cock out, I don’t know if I could keep it under control, and I don’t want to scare her with that yet. Her eyes flutter open, and she finally looks up at me. The green of her eyes is glassy from the fever. Her cheeks are flushed too. I hope we can break this fever before it gets too high.
“Are you an angel?” she asks me in a voice that is husky from thirst. I grab the tumbler of water I made up and hold it to her lips. She opens and takes a sip. When her eyes flare wide and she grabs for it, I pull it back.
“Not too much,ptitsa.I don’t want you to get sick.” I set the cup back on the side of the tub, then I grab the washcloth off the same side and dip it into the water. “We’ll have to take a shower to wash your hair and body better, but the doctor wanted to start here to help with the fever.” She seems to be more aware of me and looks down to her naked body. Her hands move to cover herself, but I hold them back as I settle her between my legs. She stops fighting and I clean her bruised body.
“Why did he do this?” The words come out more forcefully than I intended and my chest flares.
“He was mad about something. He said the man he sold me to was acting like he wanted to cancel the loan.”
“When was the last time you ate or drank anything?”
“I don’t know. How long was I there?” She tips her head back. Her long hair floats in the water, and I pull out the tie from mine to secure hers up until I can get her in the shower to really wash it. She looks at me with her head resting against my chest and my heart thumps harder. My cock lengthens in the water against her ass. She feels it too and blushes. When she starts to move away from me, I hold her in place.
“You were gone for three weeks. The last time I saw you was the night I came to you.”
“It’s been that long? Wow.” She looks across the room as if she’s still delirious. I hold her and squeeze the washcloth over her body until I feel the water cooling.
“Let’s shower and get your hair washed, then get you in bed. The doctor wants to see you. Stay here.” I slide out from behind her and move across the wet room flooring to the open shower. I turn the knobs to the rainfall setting on the showerhead and wall sprayers.
When I turn, she is standing in the tub looking like Aphrodite herself. The tie falls from her hair, and her hair flows around her shoulders to her waist. She covers her breasts with one arm and her sweet cunt with the other. I stand directly in front of her. “I told you to stay.” Her eyes move down my body, taking in all my tattoos and my cock straining against the wet material of my boxers. “Don’t hide from me. Your body is mine.”
“For how long?” she asks so softly I don’t think she even spoke until I look into her eyes and see the uncertainty and doubt. “Brett said you’d only want me for my virginity and then you’d throw me to your men.” She looks down, and I lift her chin up so she’s looking me in the eyes when I tell her this.
“You are mine forever, if you’ll have me. I want you to be my queen. To carry my heirs and to stand with me every day to rule this family.” The green of her eyes grows so bright it’s the color of fresh cut grass back East and not here in the desert.
“I want you,” she says, and my heart settles.
“Let me take care of you.”
I lift her from the tub and carry her to the shower, where I wash her body again and her hair. I use my soap and shampoo on her. I’ll have to get some of hers. I know she likes strawberries, but I’m hoping if she smells like me, it will help settle me. When I’m finished, she shivers slightly, and I dry her off. I slip one of my T-shirts over her head and nothing else. I want her surrounded by me. I lead her into the bedroom, and she lies in the bed. I can see how exhausted and sick she is.
I let the doctor in and walk to the closet, where I dress quickly and come back out. He has her arm over the side of the bed and is inserting an IV in it. I carefully climb onto the other side of the bed and lie next to her. She turns her head into me and cringes until he gets it secured. He hangs the bag on a pole he has set up next to the bed. He palpates her body as he looks her over again.
“I’m giving you a broad-spectrum antibiotic to cover whatever you could be fighting. Do you know when you last ate or drank?” She shakes her head and won’t talk to him. She is cowered into my side, and I worry she might have gone through more than what she has said so far. “I suspect you have a couple of broken ribs.” He pauses, giving her the chance to give us some insight.
“He beat me. I think that was a few days ago.” She looks up at me and then hides again. He beat her because of me. I was putting the pressure on him, and he must have figured something was going on between us.
