Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Now, when it came to the Evil Savages MC, they were another problem. They had gone quiet immediately after Ivan’s rebirth, but they still plotted to take out my warehouses. My informant was more than happy to give me the details, but I had to be cautious.
My guy on the inside had never been so free with information. Demon would never allow it, and now as I sat with Ivan, I gave him every detail.
He sat back, running a finger across his lip, his gaze straight ahead. “Interesting.”
There is a long silence and rather than interrupt his thoughts, I finish my drink, get to my feet, and pour myself another one.
It was good having Ivan back. He pissed me off constantly, but he was a good man, a good boss. He took care of all of us, and he helped bring us peace, even if for a short time.
“Do you have any update on Oleg?” I asked.
“He claims to have known about the situation, which is highly doubtful,” Ivan said. “To make this work, I had to keep everyone in the dark. Cara needed to be assured of my death, and the only way to do that was for people to believe it.”
“I would have been by your side,” I said.
He waved his hand in the air.
“When I give an order, I expect people to follow it.”
The only person who’d been allowed to go was Slavik. I don’t know what the other brigadiers’ instructions were, but mine were clear. With the mafia and MC problem near my borders, I had to remain in place. Without my presence, they would have the ability to take over.
It would take them some time, but I knew those fuckers would do it, especially now that they had tried, and that was still with me here. This was one of the many things that made Ivan stronger. He was always one step ahead of the game, while the rest of us constantly played catch-up.
“How could he have known?” I asked.
“That’s the point, he couldn’t have.” Ivan frowned. “There’s something not right about that. A few of my men have gone missing from his territory. It’s what alerted me to the possibility of Oleg’s deception.”
“We need someone on the inside,” I said. “Someone he doesn’t know is working for us.”
“I know, but Oleg is smart, he’s aware of people on our payroll.”
I sat back, trying to think of someone who’d be able to get inside without any trouble, and no one came to mind.
I looked at Ivan as my front door opened and closed. The sound of Adelaide’s heels could be heard through my office door, which I’d kept open.
“Ah, we’ve had way too much business. I think it’s time to move on to other pressing matters.”
I wanted to stop him. He looked way too happy with himself getting close to my wife, and I didn’t want to share her. Leaving my glass on the coffee table, I followed him out to see Adelaide removing her shoes, wincing.
She’d started to wear the clothes I had picked out for her. They made her look too serious. Her long, beautiful hair had been pulled back into a tight bun. She’d not seen us yet, and I watched as she tugged out the pins, allowing the long length to flow freely. It had a natural curl to it. I imagined those locks wrapped around my fist as I took her hard and fast.
After the way I treated her the other night, I doubted she would have any time for me, and I couldn’t help but be a little pissed off about that fact. I didn’t say anything, though, admiring her instead.
“Aren’t you a charming sight?” Ivan said.
Adelaide spun toward us, shock on her face.
Leo nodded at me.
She’d gone to see this Nathan person again. I didn’t like him. I had tried to look for details on him, but his entire life read like a fucking saint, and I just didn’t believe it. There was something off about him. I wanted to kill him, but doing that wouldn’t win me any points with Adelaide. Not that I needed any.
Leo shared with me pictures of her with Nathan. This was the third time she’d seen him this week, and I didn’t like how close they were getting. She was my wife. She should be close to me, no one else.
“Ivan,” she said. The smile on her lips was forced. “It is so good to see you.”
I’d not told her the news of Ivan’s supposed death. She didn’t need to know every single detail. I clenched my hands into fists as the two shared a quick embrace.
“And you, as always. You’re looking so beautiful.” He pouted. “But I had hoped to hear some good baby news.”
Adelaide’s cheeks went bright red. “Will you be staying for dinner?”