“Of course not. That’s not what I’m saying,” says Niko. He stares out the window as the car starts climbing up hills. “When you’re with Joy, you’re giving Igor more opportunity to act.”
“True. But there’s no need to be concerned.”
“No,” agrees Niko.
“My son won’t get very far without his bank account. And I took that away from him, along with everything else.”
“Maybe,” says Niko. “Unless he has access to other accounts we don’t know about. Frommenwe don’t know about.”
I sit back in the seat. Igor is hardly a threat. I’ve faced many over the past few decades and I win every time.
But that’s usually because I kill them.
Something in my gut is telling me to be careful. To not underestimate my own son.
He shouldn’t be playing games anymore. After seeing everything I took away from him, he should be facing the consequences of his actions and learning a very valuable lesson.
“I’d love to know why Igor is doing all of this,” I say to Niko as the car pulls up on the driveway. I pop the door. Hand a wad of cash to the driver. “He says I was a bad father. He should open his eyes and appreciate the view instead of complaining.” I extend my arms, making a point of where he grew up as a child. “Everyone wishes they could live in a place like this.”
“Hm,” says Niko, stones crunching underfoot as he heads to the door. “But at what cost?”
I catch up to him, stepping inside, brushing past the butler to continue this conversation in the lobby. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Like I said,bratan,as your friend and step-in right-hand-man, it’s my duty to give you my honest thoughts.”
I fold my arms over my chest, waiting.
“I can see why your son is trying to overthrow you, considering what you did to his mother.”
I flash Niko a glare. “I’ll meet you up in the office shortly.”
“Of course.”Nikolai bows his head, retreating to the courtyard. My office is on the other side.
I watch Niko go, digesting his words.
Igor shouldn’t be mad at me for what I did. I always act with the bigger picture in mind. Plus, he was barely old enough to remember what happened.
I cross the courtyard, catching something red between the blowing palm trees. Joy. My cock twitches at just the sight of her. I stall, taking her in. I prefer looking at her when she doesn’t think I’m watching. She’s more unguarded. Softer.
Her brown hair blows majestically in the wind. Last night, I had those beautiful tresses wrapped around my hand as I pulled her close, her ass slapping my stomach, red from the amount of times my hand connected with it.
She moaned each time. I still hear her moans now in memory as I watch her chest rise and fall softly.
Bylat.There are so many things I still want to do to her. I’ll chain her ankles as well as her hands, spread her wide. Take her slow and deep, the way I know she likes.
We’ve been married here for one week. I glance at the diamond ring on my finger that binds us.
I think back to when I was in Russia, watching my father’s hand wave goodbye in the corner of the window. Chained down for a crime he didn’t even commit.
The car drives past.
Standing on the other side of the street is Siguard, watching me.
He won over the lawyer. He sent my father to prison. To die.
I clench my hands into fists. There’s nothing I can do about it.
I want to cross the street, punch him straight across the face. Tear him limb by limb until he’s begging for mercy.