Chapter 25- Lucien
We were here to pick up a very specific package. I hadn’t really planned to kidnap Simone again but here were. The red dress she had on down to the shoes, had me brick-hard inside of my pants.
When we pulled onto the farm owned by John Whitefeather, I watched as she set up. We’d driven forty-five minutes outside of Chicago to come to a farm.
“This where the Bratva bury their bodies?” She asked rather calmly and a sly smile appeared on my lips.
“There’s no way I could kill you after the head you just gave me.”
She glanced over shyly and then began to go into a fit of giggles. “My mom always told me my mouth would get me into too much trouble one day.”
“She had no idea,” I told her as I parked. “Stay here.”
I slipped out onto gravel that crunched beneath my feet. A figure loomed up ahead. Tall and lean he slinked out and came to meet me. I’d texted him way before I’d grabbed up Simone so he’d been expecting me tonight anyway.
“John,” I spoke.
“Old friend,” he greeted me.
We shook hands and then asked me to follow him. Before I did, I waved Simone out of the car. John had started walking on ahead but stopped the moment Simone and her red dress came into view.
“And who is this beautiful creature?” He turned to me.
“I’m a friend. Simone,” she answered for herself and stuck out her hand. “And you are?”
“I’m in love,” John joked holding onto her hand for a little too long.
A scarlet streak ran up Simone’s face. I growled low in my voice. The fact that John had touched what was mine had my blood boiling. He grinned in my face and let go of her hand and sauntered on up ahead.
Simone glanced at me and rolled her eyes. “Really?”
“Really, what?”
“Growling?”
“He shouldn’t have fucking touched you,” I stated. “I’ll blow his fucking brains out. It was offensive.”
She gave a toss of her hair and started walking. My hand reached out and I dragged her back. Looking down the bridge of my nose at her, I realized her heels had put us closer in height than normal.
“Don’t play with other men’s lives in front of me, Simone. I mean it.”
“Are you threatening me again?”
“I’m not threatening you. I’m threatening other men,” I gritted out. “No one can have what is mine.”
“Funny it's yours but when you had it…you tossed it away like it was nothing. Anyway, this isn’t the place for this discussion.”
“Fine, after we leave here, I’m taking back to the house and we’ll talk it over while I fuck your brains out,” I realized my fingers were still holding onto her arm pretty tightly.
She shrugged me off and began walking. I didn’t say anything else until we had reached the inside of the barn where John and a few of his cousins I recognized were standing around looking.
“Holy shit,” I heard Simone whisper under her breath. Turning to me, she cocked her head. “Are they yours?”
“Not all of them.
In front of us were pups. Not just any pups, but pure-bred Russian wolves. The mama wolf belonged to John and I had sired Fedor to them.
“They’re all so beautiful,” Simone eased forward.
