Page 27 of Trapping His Darling

I scooped up the bit of my cum that had leaked from her channel and shoved it back inside her. This was my pussy now. This was my woman. And her womb would be mine too.

While I cleaned her up, a plan began to form. Father had already chosen a useless cunt for me, to appease those Italian fucks. I needed to deal with that. I could get out of this engagement that my father was insisting on, but first I needed to get Tiffany somewhere safe. I couldn’t leave her here in the open for both my family and enemies to eliminate.

I decided to take her to my private penthouse, which was mine and mine alone, and known only to a few, none of which were related to me. It was something I had bought for myself, for when I needed space away from the family. It had state-of-the-art security, including hand scanners on all the doors, and thumbprints needed to open the windows. Impenetrable.

After taking a quick shower, I re-dressed and left the room quietly, to give directions to my most trusted men to collect some supplies, and to have the car ready at the back door. I was going to drug her. Just a little bit, if only to make this whole experience more pleasant for her. After all, I didn’t want her waking up and freaking out, because she was trapped in my trunk.

I needed my father and his staff to think I was moving a dead body, not kidnapping a contracted server from the party.

One of my men returned with a syringe.

“Properly dosed as I specified?”

He nodded, and I didn’t like it. I should have done it myself. I wanted to be able to delegate important things the way Alexie did, but truth be told, I didn’t trust these men. Not their loyalty as much as their capability. My brother didn’t surround himself with the smartest the Bratva had to offer. He preferred his men pliable and ignorant, so he could feel more powerful.

“She needs to remain alive,” I cautioned. “If she dies in my trunk, you will be joining her in the afterlife. Understand?”

More nodding.

God help me.

I snatched the syringe from his hand, and again cursed my brother. I studied it. It looked right. But if this harmed mymilyy,I would literally tear him apart with my bare hands.

Tiffany’s eyes opened when I injected her, and her mouth hung in shock, her glare accusing me of betrayal. I decided to just be honest. If she were anything like me, she would prefer it.

“Only for an hour,” I soothed. “I need you to look dead. It’s a safety precaution.”

She narrowed her gaze, released an agitated breath, and I made note to watch my back when she woke up. This was not a woman to be trifled with. She looked all innocent and sweet, but she was a predator at heart. And the only thing I had on her was her ignorance. She had no idea that I knew she was a killer at heart. It was kind of thrilling. Knowing she was like this, made her all that much hotter.

And now she was mine. All mine.

When her features relaxed, I wrapped her in the bloody linen. Perfect. The staff would tell my father all they saw; the bloody sheet, the limp body, me driving off with it in my trunk. And the exterior cameras would confirm it.

I lifted her into my arms, frowning at her weight. She was too light. She needed to eat more.

My most trusted men opened doors and cleared the way, as we took back halls and servant passages to the back, and wide-eyed staff scuttled off, used to seeing such things but not wanting to be associated with it.

We headed to my car, and I gently laid her in the trunk. I would drive her alone. I directed some men to follow, and others to stay behind, get the room cleaned, and deal with any who might ask after her.

“Do so politely,” I instructed. “I don’t want to hear rumors.”

The drive to my private home in the sky seemed surreal. In the quiet, I contemplated my next moves, and soon, pulled into the underground garage. I owned this building. The staff would ask no questions, and they would ensure Tiffany stayed put, once I placed that order.

I laid Tiffany down on my bed, unwrapped the dirty linens, and put her underneath the covers.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Damn it. I left the room and clicked the door closed before answering Roger’s call.

“What?”

“Where are you?” he hissed into the receiver. “Your father is looking for you, to introduce you to some of our new allies. And you should be seen with your new fiancée, not running off for a quick fuck with the help.”

I nearly broke my teeth as my jaw clenched with rage. “Business needed to be handled,” I gritted, reminding myself that Roger had no idea that Tiffany would soon be my wife. “I am not at the estate.”

“You need to be here. Alexie looks to get his position back. Do you not want to run this family, Viktor? Maybe you are not as serious as he is.”

“Explain yourself,” I snarled.

Silence.

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