Series: Series by Ker Dukey
Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“You’re safe,” I assure her once more.
We should have killed him before this ever could have happened.
“Z?” she says desperately. “Please look at me.”
The pain in her voice shatters whatever hold the darkness has on him and he collapses over her, dragging her body into his arms. “No one will ever fucking touch you again. I swear it,” he promises. “Look at what he did to you.”
“It will heal.” She sighs. “He's dead and I’ll heal.”
“I’ve called the doctor and given her your address,” Viktor says, kicking Adam’s corpse.
“We need to clean up here.”
I have a plan for that.
Chapter Forty-Three
Zahkar
Watching Roza toddle about is fascinating. She’s getting more confident every day with her movements and words. I’m positive in what I heard her say a second ago but a small piece of me thinks it may have just been wishful thinking.
“Z?” Rodion says my name and I hold a finger to my lips, looking down at Roza.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Dada, Dada, up, up.”
Rodion and I gasp in unison, and an overwhelming love filters through my limbs and settles in my chest. Lifting her into my arms, I snuggle her tight. I haven’t forced it or taught her. It came naturally, and I’ve never been prouder, or felt more at home in a name before now. I’m Dada.
“Dada loves you,” I tell her, and she claps her hands.
Rodion kisses my temple, soothingly rubbing up Roza’s spine. “This is fucking amazing,” he chokes and shakes his head to clear the emotion. “I was going to take her up for a bath and put her to bed.”
The woman on the news playing in the background mentions the Cunninghams, and I grab the remote to turn the TV off.
“It’s been a month since they found his body,” Rodion grumbles. “You’d think they’d have other things to put on the news by now.”
Rodion made a deal with the Sins of Eve to make Adam’s murder look like it came from their methods. Stanton didn’t argue the facts. It made his life easier, so it went down as gang related.
“What is that smell?” Alyona asks, joining us, her hair wet and brushed off her face. She’s wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top. She knows what those do to me.
“Was your shower nice?” Ro asks, dragging his hungry gaze down her body.
Picking up some of Roza’s toys and tidying them away she says, “It would have been nicer with company.” The wicked grin she offers him only gains her a slap on the ass.
It’s been a month since Adam hurt her, but she gave him that day and then erased him from her life and memory. She gave no energy to the trauma. I’ve never known anyone as strong as her.
“Dada,” Roza says, holding her arms out to Rodion. He beams like the sun, taking her from me. Turning in his arms, she reaches back to me. “Dada.”
“Oh my God.” Alyona holds a hand to her mouth.
“Come on, sweet girl,” Rodion says to Roza with a grin and takes her once more. He walks out of the room, kissing Alyona on the way past.
“What smells so good?” Alyona asks again.
I snatch her up, making her screech, and then dump us both on the couch.
“You smell good.”
“I’m not food,” she says coyly.
“You can be,” I taunt, moving down her body and dragging her tiny shorts off her legs.
“Z,” she gasps, and my dick thickens.
“Let me eat you and then you can have some of the lasagna Mrs. Potts put in the oven before she left,” I promise.
Spreading her legs, she tilts her pelvis. “Well, I suppose you haven’t worshipped today.”
I’d worship at her altar twenty-four fucking seven if I could.
With her pussy beckoning sinfully, her thighs squeeze together in prayer against my head. We both worship until she’s dripping against my lips.
“Am I interrupting?” an annoying voice asks, clearing their throat.
Alyona squeaks a startled noise, her knees crushing my skull as she tries to close her legs.
Growling, I wipe a hand over my mouth and glare at the irritating fucking parasite whose disturbed my meal. “Yes, you are.”
“Okay.” She twiddles her thumbs and doesn’t leave.
Biting back a laugh, Alyona pushes up on her elbows and looks over to Vika. “Everything okay?”
Turns out, once Maddox’s video went viral, thanks to the DJ selling it, Maddox realized it didn’t matter what his family or the world thought of him. He was rich, and that buys privilege and acceptance. So, he kicked Vika to the curb, and because there was a prenup in place, she didn’t have any money or anywhere to go. I would have allowed her to crawl back into the sewer where she came from, but Alyona has a tender heart, and we owed her for saving Alyona’s life. So, our pool house is now Vika’s living quarters. She’s like a fucking stray dog, though, and comes out when she smells food or sex.