Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“Adrian, you still there?” he growls.
“Yeah, Boss.”
“Call the Minister of Public Order. Tell him I’ve found my wife and it was Aris and his cunt girlfriend who took her. I want every goddamn man searching for them. Every fucking available badge. They couldn’t have gotten far,” he barks out before he hangs up.
While I change Zoe’s diaper and get her ready for bed, I can feel Kostas’s eyes on us. I double-check the locks on the windows in the bedroom. With Aris and Selene missing, I’m scared they’re going to show up here.
“Nobody is getting in here,” Kostas vows.
“I know. I just need to make sure.”
Once Zoe is comfortable in her temporary bed, with her pacifier in her mouth, her eyes roll back in her head. I laugh softly at how fast my baby girl falls asleep, and Kostas smiles.
“We made her,” I tell him.
“She’s perfect.”
“That’s because she’s the best part of us.”
“Let’s talk.” Taking my hand in his, Kostas leads me out to the living room. I glance back at the bedroom, but Kostas squeezes my hand, telling me it’s okay.
When he sits on the sofa, I stay standing, needing to double-check the rest of the locks myself. Kostas watches as I go from the front door to each window, unlocking and relocking every lock. “I’m scared, Kostas,” I tell him once I’m done, sitting on the sofa next to him. “They could be anywhere, planning their next move, and Aris thinks Zoe is his daughter.”
“Why the fuck would he think that?” Kostas barks. Huh? Oh, shit! There’s only one reason a man would think a baby is his. “You two had sex? When?” His eyes burn into mine. “While you were living under my roof? Fucking me? You were also fucking my brother?” Kostas tries to stand, but I grab his arms to tug him back down and climb into his lap, needing to be close to him. I can’t let him push me away. I only just got him back. “What the fuck, Talia.”
“Stop yelling, please,” I beg, glancing back at the bedroom. “You’re going to wake up Zoe.” My hands frame his face. He hasn’t shaved in some time, so his cheeks are all stubbly just the way I like it.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he says, but I know he does because his voice is now several notches lower than it was a minute ago. “Tell me why the fuck my brother, even for a second, would believe our daughter is his. Did you fuck him, Talia?” His eyes plead for me to tell him no, but I can’t lie to him. It’s time for the truth to come out. Maybe if I had told him the truth from the beginning, Aris never would’ve had a chance to take me.
“Kostas…” My heart is pounding like a drum in my chest.
“It’s a yes or no. Tell me. Did. You. Fuck. My. Goddamn. Brother?”
I need to explain, but he’s not giving me a chance to. “Kostas, please just let me explain,” I beg. “It’s not that simple.”
“Yes or no!” he roars.
“Yes!” I blurt out, “Yes, I had sex with your brother.”
Kostas
Her words chill me to the bone. But they’re wrong. The words don’t match the pain in her eyes. Despite the rage thrashing at me, I can’t unleash it.
Talia is here. Straddling my thighs. Imploring me to understand.
I reach up and grip her delicate neck. Her bottom lip trembles as a tear races down her cheek. Tightening my hold, I draw her close to me until our lips nearly touch. I almost kiss her but pull away, hardening my glare.
“Take off your shirt and show me what he touched that’s mine,” I growl.
She stares at me for a long moment before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it away. Her tits are full and nearly spilling from her plain black bra. I give her a nod to continue. She unhooks the bra, freeing her perfect breasts. The nipples are peaked and a lovely rosy color. I want to suck them until they’re an angry shade of red.
“Did he touch you here?” I ask, cupping her breasts and running my thumbs along her nipples.
Another tear races down, dripping from her jaw. “I don’t remember.”
“One time?”
She gives me a clipped nod.
That. Motherfucker.
“It was your first time.” I can barely contain the hate surging through my veins, burning just under my flesh begging to blaze.
“Kostas,” she chokes out. “My first time was with you.” More tears leak out. “You told me that. I need to believe that.”
I close my eyes.
He raped her. He fucking raped her.
Before our honeymoon at some point. This whole time I thought it was some asshole she dated. Not my own goddamn brother.
“H-He, uh, he was d-devastated after your mom k-killed herself. Y-You were gone and I w-wanted to help. I went to check on him.” A sob escapes her. “He was c-crying and I was crying. And…and…”