“Just a taste.” She sucked her finger and groaned in pleasure, closing her eyes and savoring me.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, in this fucked up life of mine was sexier than mykrasavicabegging me to give her permission to pleasure me.
But no matter how much my dick throbbed, I had to save it for a different moment. I had to deliver important news to her. She distracted me with the sleeping temptation of her body, but she wouldn’t appreciate me delaying for pleasure, if she knew what happened back in New York.
Zipping my pants back up to her protest, I lay on my back and lifted her up, so she straddled my thighs and her tits pressed into my chest. My fingers laced through her hair, our lips a breath away from each other.
“Had a good sleep,krasavica?”
She nodded, hiding her blushing face in the crook of my neck. “Was I asleep for a long time?” she mumbled, tickling me with her lips.
“About eight hours.”
“Oh.” Her heart beat rapidly in her ribcage, hard enough for me to feel her pulse. “Are we landing?”
Checking the time on my gold Rolex, I stated, “Not in the next two hours or so. Oleg outdid himself this time. Clearly, he is eager to get home to his wife.”
She propped on my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. “He has a family?”
“Yep, his wife gave birth to twins.”
“That’s nice,” she whispered, her voice holding traces of longing. Her body molded into mine, in complete trust, as our hearts were in sync with each other. I never wanted to disrupt this amazingly peaceful moment, something that had never happened before in my life.
But unfortunately, such things as peace in our world were fleeting. And as much as I wanted to protect her from any kind of pain, she deserved to know the truth. “When Vitya came here earlier, it was because a bombing happened back at New York.”
She stilled, and then quickly asked, “An act of terrorism?” She shivered, clearly scared of it.
“No, mykrasavica. The mansion… your father’s mansion was blown up, destroying the building, and killing almost everyone inside. A detonator bomb.” She rose swiftly, a horrified expression on her face as her eyes watered. “The medics came almost immediately, but this type of bombing is targeted specifically to an area in the house, and living through it is impossible.” Tears slid down her cheeks like a waterfall. The palms of her hands rested on her mouth as she shook her head from side to side, barely breathing.
“Daddy?” Then she started delivering hit after hit at me, painfully digging into my sides and slapping me. “You took me away from my dad and then blew up his house for revenge?” The hits kept coming, so I wrapped my hand around her wrists to restrain them. Then I flipped her on her back, while she still struggled to get away.
“Listen to me, Rosa.” My voice, colored with anger and authority, snapped her from the panic attack about to consume her. “I would never hurt your father. Not because I’m a good guy…” I had no intentions of sugarcoating the truth. “But because he is your father, and I know you wouldn't be able to forgive me.” She stopped sobbing. Her chest kept heaving up and down.
Palming her face gently, I held her eyes as I told her, “Your father is alive. He is in the hospital now”—she stilled—“along with Lorenzo. The guy has serious injuries. He lost his leg from the knee down. It was crushed when bricks fell on him. His face has deep wounds and severe burns. He’s lucky to still be alive. Doctors are still working on him. No one else from the home staff survived. The police are investigating his guests that day.” The report wasn’t much, but Dima and Damian were going to investigate further, promising me names by the end of the week.
Damian just got his life back along with Sapphire and Kristina, and the last thing I wanted was to interfere with his peaceful existence, but only he could help me with this situation.
Or rather, he was the only man on this planet I trusted implicitly. Plus, who else could find a mole other than Sociopath, who spent years luring his victims into his traps? Funny how both of us suffered the same torture at the hands of John’s clients, yet we were so different in our approach to life.
“My dad? Lucretia? The rest of the staff?”
My stomach flipped and my heart sank. I hated hurting her so much, but the bitter truth was better than a sweet lie, or so I’d heard. “Don has a concussion, burns all over his body, and they are working on his heart. It stopped at some point, but they brought him back.”
Sitting up, she followed me up and then wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. Her body trembled with sobs, my shoulder getting wet from her tears, but I let her have the comfort of my arms. “She was like a nanny to me,” she whispered, through the hiccups of her tears. “And now she is gone?” Leaning back, she wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of my shirt, determination filling her gaze. “We need to go back. My dad has no one but me. All those people need funerals, and it’s my responsibility to do it.”
She darted to the bathroom, but my words stopped her. “Rosa, we cannot do it.”
She frowned. “Yes, we can.” Standing up, we faced off with each other, ready for a fight. “If this stupid captivity keeps me away from my father, then you are no better—”
She halted, and I mocked, “Than who? Be very careful who you compare me to,krasavica.” Exhaling heavily, I added, “I’m going to share with you my earlier conversation with Vitya, and you have to stay rational and use your goddamn mind.” Her mouth opened to protest, and I covered it up with my index finger. “After that… if you decide to go back, we will fly back.” That calmed her down, and she nodded. If I learned one thing in this month of wooing, it was that my woman could be stubborn as fuck, and it was easier just to lay all the cards on the table with her.
My conversation with Vitya echoed in my mind as I told her the story.
“Dominic,” he said worriedly, as we both watched the news on TV, and Michael constantly spoke on the phone with Luke and Damian, so they’d have all the details. “This is not a coincidence.” Walking back and forth in the small space of the airplane, my mind hectically searched for reasons for this happening.
No one targeted two mafia houses within two days just for fun or without an agenda. If I thought Don’s men were behind Radmir’s injury, then…
“Don would think it was your payback.”
