Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
No.
I take a deep breath and hold in all the anger, gathering my emotions before I lose my temper, but then I look down again and there she is, my sudden weakness. I reach out and pull my gun from my waistband and end all further discussion.
“Consider the debt repaid,” I say, walking out to make plans to settle the debt in a whole different way. Fuck, anyone else buying her innocence because it belongs to me.
She is mine.
****
I check in my distillery to find the vodka is flowing and the bottles are packaged on time. We had a small hiccup with the machinery. At first, I wondered if it was a set up from one of the other families, but like all fucking equipment, it’s just natural wear and tear. After a day to repair, we’re operational again. I lost a day’s worth of manufacturing which is costly and yet that can’t damper my mood. Today’s the day I collect my future wife.
“It’s time to collect my virgin,” I growl, adjusting my suit as I stand. Everything has been prepared. She turns eighteen in a few hours, making her legally able to become my wife, and therefore nothing and no one can end that shit. Even if I’m on the wrong side of the law, I’d hate to find out that someone helped her get away from me—ever. A simple thing as her age negating our marriage would make me gut a motherfucker, and I’d still bring her ass back home and show her that she’s mine until I’m six feet under.
“Not for much longer,” Grigor reminds me with a sick chuckle. He’s the only one I’d let get away with such a comment because he’s like a brother to me and knows that it’s because she’ll be working on my heir.
Yes, she’ll be mine in every way in a matter of hours. Unconventional? Yes. Wrong? Not my problem. Daniella will be my wife, my bride by the end of the night.
“Yes, that is true.” I smirk, knowing that I will enjoy destroying her innocence while filling her womb with my violent little sons. Every single one of them will be just like me—dark, tough, ready to rule and win.
“We still have to deal with the other kid.” Yes, Morales had two children, although the boy is only fifteen and not for sale unless he’s running some fucked-up, underground perverted shit. I wouldn’t put it past him to sell his son’s ass out since he doesn’t have to worry about pregnancy.
It’s clear he didn’t give a fuck about his daughter. Rage beats in my brain so fucking painfully that I feel the dull, stabbing ache as if someone’s trying to drive a rusty nail into my head. Just imagining that I’m too late to claim her would have me setting the world ablaze and destroying everyone until she was under me and her husband and lover dead, buried, incinerated.
Grigor stops me at my office door and whispers, “Are you well?”
“Of course I am.” He did so because he doesn’t want anyone to hear him. “I feel oddly invigorated,” I admit as a clear picture of my enemies laying at my feet while I hold my queen in my arms comes into my mind.
“Great.”
“If you’re too anxious, we can bring her to you,” he offers.
I shake my head. I must do this. “No, I’ll be going with you. I don’t want any problems, and I want to send a clear message. I won’t tolerate any opposition from her or her brother.”
Grigor knows not to second-guess me because I don’t make rash or irrational decisions. “Sure thing, Konstantin.” Truthfully, I’ve waited a day to see her in the flesh. I’ve driven by their shitty home, setting up eyes on their residence from a distance.
“We need to head out now before they decide to flee.”
“Let’s go.” I adjust my suit again, fighting to hide the growing erection that has been one with my pants since I first saw her. A strange sense of energy fills me, which disturbs me as much as it excites me. This new emotion she brings out in me is dangerous and invigorating. I want her, but I know she’ll be a headache once she’s made aware that I’ve ended her father. “I’m going to have to teach them a lesson if they try to defy me. Of course, they will be very different ones, mind you. I’ll never harm a hair on her pretty head, and never shall anyone else.”
“Understood. I’m ready for whatever you have in mind. Even if it means sending the boy off to Russia to work in your factories.”
“That is a very likely option, but I must keep an eye on him. If they loved their slimeball of a father, then I will be their enemy.” We get into the back of my vehicle and with a grin, I add, “What’s a couple more on the list?” Worst case scenario, I’ll have a bride that hates me, and I’ll make sure to fuck that hate out of her every single night.