Ilie awake next to a sleeping Victoria curled at my side. Her round ass peeks from underneath my sheets, and if tonight hadn’t been her first time, I’d be snaking between her legs again just to hear her moan in my ear.
Her pain shouldn’t matter to me, not really. But I’m going to want her more when she wakes up tomorrow, and it won’t be the same if she’s too sore to feel me.
Which makes me wonder… why the fuck am I still in bed with her? I know damn well when I’m up at this hour, I won’t be able to fall asleep no matter what. I’ve been dealing with insomnia for far too long to forget it.
Thankfully, my phone vibrates on my nightstand, and when I pick it up, I stand. It’s Ivan. And I bet he’s texting to tell me whether the move on the Irish territory worked or failed.
I unlock my phone and read the short string of messages.
I: all clear
I: small problem
I: boss texted me about it
I: what do I tell him?
Fuck. If Father messaged him directly to get an update, he must be fuming right now. And it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s because of the scene I caused in the church.
Since I didn’t meet with him again after the ceremony, I guess this is his indirect way of making sure I know.
I shoot Ivan a text, telling him to stay put, and slip on a t-shirt and pants. Victoria stirs a little from the noise, but otherwise remains asleep.Good.
Out into the hallway, I lock the door behind me, just in case someone goes in when I’m not there. I’m not going to take any risks with my wife sleeping naked under my sheets.
When I step into the other wing, the lights are off, but the smoke wafting in the air tells me Father is here. And when the sound of glasses clinking together breaks the silence, it tells me he’s already spotted me.
“I don’t appreciate you going behind my back to my guy when you know damn well I was going to update you in the morning.”
His arm extends out into the moonlight, an empty glass of whiskey in his hand. “Maybe I should fire your guy, then. Seems he forgot who he’s really working for.”
I step toward him. “Ivan works for me. I’m paying him with my own money, lest you forgot.”
“Sit down, Wolfgang.”
Whiskey trickles from the bottle into the two glasses, one finger deep.
“Congratulations,” Father says, handing me a glass. I’m tempted to leave him hanging, but I find myself taking it anyway. “Your plan is well on the way. You got the girl.”
“And next, I’ll get the money. What are you getting at?”
“Can’t a father congratulate his son on his wedding night?”
I roll my eyes, and he chuckles.
“You know,” he says, before taking a sip of his drink. “For someone with an IQ of a genius, even you didn’t see this coming. And you’re usually the one who sees things the rest of us don’t.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
He points a finger in my direction, his voice taking a serious tone. “You know what you did today, Wolfgang.”
I lean forward in my seat, pinning him down with my gaze. “I killed a man for disrespecting us. It’s what we do. It’s whatyoutaught us.”
“No. You killed a man because you let your feelings get in the way.”
“Excuse me?”
“What? You’re going to sit there and pretend you weren’t balls-deep in her cunt just moments ago? Come on, son. Honesty has always been one of your strongest suits.”
