David’s POV.
When I was at the old mansion in the clearing with Peter, torturing him so he could talk, Peter acted just as he always did.
He refused to talk but he had this look of fear in his eyes. The fuckers main concern was his ex-girlfriend and their son. He pled with me not to kill them and his grandmother. I couldn’t promise him that. For sure, they were his only weakness, and that didn’t include Vera.
It fucking aches me to see he didn’t care for Vera at least. But the girl in question was his blood.
My blood raged and I vented on him for refusing to share that video with me.
Peter was bound to ruin my life.
What angered me the most was the fact that he said the video would go live any moment from now.
I’m tense. I didn’t know what to do because my life would be in ruin any minute from now.
I made sure to leave him with a permanent mark and that was when I slashed the dagger I came with from his forehead, eyebrow, and down to his cheeks.
If he thought I’d make his life a bed roses in that mansion, he was wrong.
No one trying to come in between me and Vera or ruin my life would scott free.
When I left him, I left him on the brink of death. Peter was useless after all. His death would only leave me the mafia to fight against and I swear to never make it easy for them.
I’ve sworn to protect Vera with my life, I might as well die in the process but you know what? That’d be all worth it because she is the only woman who made this cold heart of mine tick and bleed with love after Helen.
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When I returned to my office, I was practically numb. In fact, I worked on eggshells because my mind was a cluster of thoughts.
Even when I was in the conference room for a meeting, I didn’t contribute. I only stared ahead while my fear for Vera finding out I murdered her mother swirled through my mind.
Fuck, I had sworn under my breath and my mind was pushing me to tell her.
I guess telling her would solve this problem and get me free from this bondage called secrets and lies.
I braced myself at that moment, concluding that Vera would know I killed her mother before she saw the video.
After that, I left the conference room on eggshells and back to my office.
I couldn’t prove it with work not after knowing tonight I’d let out one huge secret about me to Vera.
Because of that, I chose to drink away my fear so I could face her.
I quickly got up from my seat and left my office, on eggshells.
When I got to the parking lot, I took the keys from my driver and drove to a pub.
Hours passed in the pub with me drinking, gulping like I never meant to.
The tequila burnt my throat but numbed my fear just like I thought it would.
After spending those hours drinking, I knew it was time to face my girl and then I got up and left.
The instant I parked in her apartment complex, I rode up through the elevator.
When I got into her apartment, I saw no signs of her. That was until I heard the grunts and thuds coming from the mini gym room I had set for her down the hallway and I went there.
“Who am I?” That was the first question she asked but staring into her eyes, I saw a storm I’d never seen before.
Vera was raging.
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As I look at Vera now, the courage I once felt drops like a mustard seed, I can’t even hold them.
She has a storm in her eyes, and a question on her lips as she stares back at me.
This isn’t the Vera I know.
How did she come up with such a question?
What is it about her that she found out?
My brows scrunched in question and she scoffs.
Vera moves away from the punch bag and removes her sparring mitts. Her skin was clad with sweat as moved across the room and outside.
I stand there looking confused until she returns a few minutes later with some papers in her hand.
“You don’t want to talk?” She asks, gazing into my eyes.
I want to truly understand where this was going.
“This!” She says waving the paper on my face. “Was given to me by a barrister today, stating all the wealth I never thought was possible for someone to have in a lifetime. The power I never thought even a woman was bound to possess.” She barks, breathing hard.
Oh, God. That’s her heritage. That means the government had contacted Vera about her family’s legacy.
“But you know what’s funny?” She says, bringing out of my thoughts.
Looking up, my eyes lock with hers.
“I can only get these when I’m married. Why?” She looks lost and confused.
But the next question that escapes her makes my blood run cold.
“Who is Helen Ivanovna to you, David?”
Was that a hint of jealousy that felt from her voice now?
Swearing under my breath, I say. “Helen Ivanovna is your mother, Vera.”
She gasps but not too much. She nods. “I figured. But who is she to you and what promise did you make to her?”
This is hard. But I can’t escape it forever.
“Your mother Helen was my…” I bite my lip in concern. How do I tell her this?
“Say something!” She yells.
“She was my ex.”
Vera’s face pales at my words. She blinks repeatedly as if finding it hard to under my words.
“Does that mean you’re…my father?” She looks shocked.
“No, Vee. I’m not your father because your mom married someone else. I…I only promised your mother I’d protect you.”
Her face contorts as she digests my words.
“Why?”
“Because she wants you to be safe.”
I bite my lips to keep from telling her about the men wanting to lay hands on her. That’ll be my problem to tackle.
“So, how did I come in possession of these territories?”
This time I step closer to her and pause before her. I look deep into her eyes as I say the words.
“You’re a mafia princess, Vera. Your grandfather was the Pakhan of the underworld. The wealthiest crime family to have ever existed on earth. That Vera, is your real identity…”
If words are out that Vera has a copy of her wealth and power, they’ll come.
Things are going to get dark. The question is how do I protect what’s mine?
Vera breathes visibly through her lips, her body wracking shudders.
I know this is all huge to take in but I’ve at least informed her who she truly is.
A girl with power no other person has. At least for now.
“This…is…strange.” She stutters, talking more to herself than to me. “Crime family?”
I nod at her question.
“I thought shits like that only existed in novels and movies? How is it possible that I’m a mafia princess? How.. I mean…”
Now, she’s babbling and jittering and I tread forward and close the distance between us.
I draw Vera into my arms, her soft body against mine.
I finger her hair, wanting to calm her mind down.
I breathe soothing words to her.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
I kiss her hair, drowning in her scent.
“I know it’s too much to take in but you have me here, princess. I’m here. ”
I feel her nodding and gasping. Her slender arms hold me tight like I’m her lifeline.
We stay like that for what feels like ages before we separate.
As I look down into her stormy blue eyes that resemble that of an ocean, a hunger I’ve never felt before takes over me.
Without warning, I lean my head lower, closer and I swipe my thumb across her plume, pillowy lips, my dick growing hard.
Vera blinks and swallows. I swear I can hear the tempo of her heart.
“Baby…” I breathe huskily. She lick her lips, wetting them and I just felt her luring me in.
A growl escapes me as my hunger rises, my cock jerking alive with solid want, only her lips on mine and body on mine can liquefy.
“You’re mine, nothing can change that.”
Of course, I know why I said that but she’ll never know.
At her concerted nod, I flush my hungry lips on hers.
A moan vibrates from both our throats, as we go mad at each other. Her lips scrape against mine, tucking it between her teeth. I sink my hands into her hair, milking the sweetness of her mouth. The warmth it provides and the pleasure it bathes me with.
“Fuck!” I curse quickly and tackle her over the wall, I hike her legs around her waist, pounding into her pussy through our clothes.
Vera buries her hands into my hair, totaling it as she pleasure me with her lips, pussy, and body.
What a lovely charm.
Her mouth parts and I thrust my tongue inside, joining it with hers.
Fuck, she’s like an addictive drug. Like cocaine, I can’t get enough of.
“Oh, jesus, Daddy, fuck.” She cries out, whimpering as my bundled cock swishes over her furrow.
“You love it, baby?” I growl over her lips.
Then my lips begin a journey down her chin. I fix my mouth over her neck, giving her a hickey. And then I take her earlobe in my mouth, sucking.
I was just about to sink my lips into hers again when my ringtone went off.
I curse and continue
but my phone doesn’t stop ringing… I pull away slowly from my baby. I hold her until she finds her footing.
With my eyes on hers, I bring out my phone from my pocket.
Andrei’s name hovers over the scream.
Cussing, I answer the call.
The words that he says, make my blood run cold.
“Peter has escaped, boss.”
Looking at Vera, I mutter inwardly, her father has escaped from me…
To be continued…