Page 10 of Say It's Forever

“My help?” That perks her right up.

“You know that place better than anyone.”

“I do!”

“Come on. I’ll feed you, and you can tell me everything you think is important.” I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen. Bear follows right behind us. “Okhraniay,” I tell him. Bear's ears go up before he darts for the dog door.

“What was that?”

“He’s Russian.”

“The dog?” Snow laughs. The sound is as sweet as her. It manages to go straight to my dick. My eyes drop to her bare legs. She’s only got my shirt on. I’m going to have to learn to live with this ache in my balls.

“His commands are in Russian. He’s going to do a check.”

“It’s a blizzard out there. He can’t go out. He’ll be cold.” She walks to the window to look out. I love how concerned she is for Bear.

What would have happened if she’d gotten lost out there? She would have died. I run my hand down my face to shake the thought. Not going there.

“He’s made for this weather. He’ll do a check and come back in.” I go back to Snow's bag and look through it. She has a few dresses and a couple cans of food. I snag her panties off the floor. When I kissed her, she must have dropped them. I still can’t believe she asked for a kiss. It takes a lot to surprise me, but I’m learning that she sure as fuck can.

I shove them in my pocket as she drops the curtain and turns back to face me. “Wanted to make sure they didn’t put a tracker on you.”

“I don’t think we have those.”

If they wanted to, I'm sure they could. You can get them online easily. They don’t cost much. I’m sure those assholes have a lot more technology than they let on. If Snow was mine, I’d have one on her ass for peace of mind alone.

“I’m not a great cook, but I can make a few things.” I head back toward the kitchen.

"If you want, I can cook. I told you I want to help out.”

“Sit.” I point to one of the chairs at the kitchen island.

“But I–” I clear the space between us. When I grab her by the hips and pick her up, she doesn't flee or back away. She lets out a little squeal followed by a giggle as I put her ass in the chair. I never thought I would enjoy having someone in my space, but I’m finding that’s exactly how I feel with Snow.

It pleases something deep inside of me that she’s getting used to me quickly. Maybe she feels this strong connection too. I remember my mom always telling us when we found the right woman for us, we’d know. I guess she was right, but then again, she always was.

“You’re tired. I’ll cook.”

“You’re bossy,” Snow says this with a smile on her lips.

“That bother you?”

“No, your bossy is different. You’re different.”

“Knowing where you come from, I’ve got an idea of the kind of men there, so I’m taking that as a good thing.”

“It is.” That smile of hers grows, and, fuck, I want to keep it there, but I need information. As much as I can get.

“Talk to me, babe. Tell me about Heaven’s Temple.” She takes a deep breath and begins to speak. As I cook her spaghetti with garlic bread, I pay close attention to every word she says.

I have to keep my anger in check when she tells me about her childhood and how they grew up. So isolated from the world. These girls were born to be brides and nothing more. Not every bride is loved. I don't think Snow gets that it's not about marriage and kids; it's about fucking sex. I don't care what any of them think or say.

All of it comes down to money, control, power, and fucking young girls. They hide behind their beliefs in order to take what they want. It’s disgusting, and I intend to bring justice down on as many of them as I possibly can. And I’m not talking about the law, either. They deserve a different kind of justice, the kind that only men like me and my brother are able to deliver.

“Here.” I place the bowl of pasta in front of her. I'm in a boiling rage. I try to keep my tone light, but I think I’m failing. Her nose scrunches up.

“You’re not going to eat?”

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