Page 52 of Viktor

“Tell me.”

He told him everything from Sara’s mother to Mason to the attack on Sara. “Uncle Pete’s going to do what he can, but I may need a few more men on this. Local police aren’t worth shit.”

“Fuckin’ locals.” Kade didn’t even try to hide the contempt in his voice. He’d grown up around here too, and they’d had more than a few run-ins with the local police in this and the surrounding counties. If it hadn’t been for Uncle Pete, all of them may have ended up with a record.

“Is Mason going to be okay?”

“Yeah, they said he’d sleep most of the night. I’m going back upstairs as soon as Sara gets released. I don’t think they’ll admit her. She’s banged up, but not serious enough to keep her. I’m going to have Gabe drive out and take her home. I don’t want to leave Mase.”

“I’m surprised you’re letting Gabe drive her.”

“Why’s that?” Viktor wasn’t really paying attention. The doctor had gone back into the room and was talking to Sara. Viktor leaned in, hearing the doctor confirm everything he’d just told his brother. They were going to get her release papers ready. He nodded to the doctor as he left Sara’s room.

She gave him a thumbs up, and he gave her his lazy smile. She’d taken nearly ten years off his life when he’d seen her lying there in that stairwell. His heart had seized up, and a fear unlike anything he’d ever known gripped him and hadn’t let go until the doctor told her she was all right.

“Because when our women are hurt or in danger, it takes an act of God to pry her away from us.”

“You been talking to Conner?” He strolled back into the room and sat in the chair across from Sara.

“Yeah. Should I say congrats?”

Viktor grinned. “Yeah, you can say that. I just got to convince her. She’s gun shy.”

“Well, that can’t be helped, all things considered.”

“I know, that’s why I’m taking this slower than I normally would.” He raised an eyebrow at Delia, who was inching closer and closer to her mother. She smiled sheepishly and settled back down at the foot of the bed.

“Well, don’t be too slow. If she meets Conner, who is a better-looking fucker than you are, she might decide to toss her chips in with him.”

“Motherfucker, don’t you even joke about that.” He knew it was a jest, but it didn’t sit well with him. He and Conner were identical twins, but there was something about his brother that set him apart. Dark and twisty he may be, but he was a charming bastard who could convince men and women to strip down.

Delia’s lips formed a perfect O, and he groaned. Dammit.

Sara sighed wearily.

Sorry, he mouthed at her.

“Conner is buying knives. He seems to be under the impression guns aren’t good enough to scare the pecker-heads.”

“I agree with him.”

“Angel thinks she’s having a girl.”

Viktor laughed so hard, he bent over, wheezing. Dear God in Heaven. His mother told them all they’d be cursed with girls, and she’d been right. “You are fucked.”

“No more than you, motherfucker.” The snide tone wasn’t lost on Viktor, and he glanced over at Delia.

“Shit.”

Kade burst out laughing. “When do we get to meet them?”

“We have to deal with the ex, and then I have to convince her she’s mine. Then you get to meet her and Delia.”

Sara’s head snapped up at that, and her eyes narrowed. He smiled at her.

“That’s our girl’s name?” Kade muttered something to someone in the background. It was noisy. He was probably at the airport, getting ready to fly home.

“Yeah, she’s pretty as a peach. We’re going to need an arsenal to keep the little fuckers away.”

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