“It does. But to be honest, he’s too controlled for the nickname. He’s more like a robot. Not even my father can goad him into reacting, and normally he can get under anyone’s skin.”
“Really? Because the one story Sasha told me sounded very emotional.”
Dimitri’s attention laser focuses to me. “What kind of story?”
Leaning over, I whisper the details, my brothers leaning in as well as they listen to the information.
Dimitri goes pale as I share the story of the guard. “How badly did he hurt her?” Dimitri pushes out through gritted teeth.
I shake my head. “She didn’t seem all that bothered by the guard. She was more focused on Sver.”
“But why would Sver kill the guard for a minor offense?” Killian asks. “It speaks to a crime that Sver could not abide.”
Killian would know.
“Maybe it was an excuse?” Gris asks with a shrug. “He already had a beef with the guard?”
Triston scrubs his jaw, “The question is, would he hurt a woman he’s killed for? I mean Sasha is a tiny little thing who looks almost…angelic. And she’s been nothing but a victim. You’d have to have no feelings at all to kill someone like that.”
No one knows better than me that Sasha is no angel.
Which reminds me, I’ve got to move this dinner along. I’ve got a night ahead with my bride that I’m looking forward to.
“Thoughts, Dimitri?” I ask, trying to get answers. “Why would he protect her then, and is he here to hurt her now?”
Dimitri shakes his head. “All I know is that he’s never disobeyed a direct order from my father. So, if my father sent him, then he’s here to do a job and no one that I know of, has ever stopped him from completing the task at hand.”
Well. Fuck.
I’ve got to think on that. I set my beer down, only pretending to drink anyway, as I start to clean up.
“We’ll double the guards,” Triston says as he scratches his chin.
“Sasha and I will stay put,” I add, tossing out an empty tray that held chicken parmesan.
“So will me and Chloe,” Killian adds as he catches my eye. “We need to be prepared for trouble.”
An hour later, my family leaves, Sasha waving goodbye like she’s really going to miss them.
Did she want them to stay?
I’m glad she fit in, enjoyed their company.
But I’ve got other plans for the woman who has captured my attention all night. And I’m ready to be alone with my wife.
I briefly wonder if the word “wife” is fucking with my head.
I can’t remember being this keen to get a woman in bed ever.
This is an arrangement, and I’d decided to make it physical to further my cause, not because I was thinking with my cock.
Doesn’t hurt if I serve both, does it?
But I have a moment where I hesitate. Things feel different with Sasha. I like watching her when she’s happy.
I liked sleeping in bed with her last night. And…
I’m not changing my mind or the plan. With that in mind, I do a quick cleanup of the kitchen and then follow her into the bedroom.
