Page 47 of Nobody Wants Me
Chapter Ten
Victor
I traded places with The Butcher.I hadn’t intended to come back to the island, or at least I had hoped for The Grid to have been dealt with before I returned to take Freya back home with me.
We’d been unable to locate Harris.He kept moving, and that was just suspicious.I didn’t get it.His sons had been useless.Although they lived with their father, they knew next to nothing about the business deals.They were just told what to do, what to say.They were nothing more than puppets.They didn’t even realize their sister had a hit put out on her, and it had come from Harris.
Victor was starting to have doubts about the brother’s place in Harris’s life.He also wondered if they had any brain cells between them.They did what they were told, screwed who they were told to.
Arriving back at Ivan’s private island, I was surprised by my overall excitement to see Freya.She moved forward to greet me.
“Did it go well?”she asked.
“As good as could be expected.”
She glanced past my shoulder and watched as The Butcher left the island.The Butcher had called Ivan and said to hurry his ass up, as she had a couple of leads she wanted to check out.I don’t know what those leads were, but until we could guarantee Freya’s safety, we were not going to move her from here.Ivan had this place tightly secured, and it was the only thing keeping her alive at the moment.
“That sucks,” Freya said.
“Are you hating the island?”
“I’m not hating it.I love the views, and you know, sitting on my ass all day, watching movies is fun, but...”She stopped.
“You’re missing your sewing room.”
She put a hand to her forehead and laughed.“It’s crazy, isn’t it?”
“It’s not crazy at all.”
“Also, The Butcher has been trying to teach me how to fight.Well, I don’t know if you can call it that, but I am learning to take a good slap.”
I paused.“What?”
“I asked her to teach me, and, well, her methods are a little dubious.”Freya tilted her head to the side.“You hate it?”
“I don’t like the fact you have to even consider learning to protect yourself, but it’s a good idea,” I said, reluctantly.
Being my wife was going to come with a ton of problems.I knew that.Being a member of the Volkov Bratva was not easy.We had a lot of enemies, and someone was always waiting in the wings to take over.My time being a Brigadier had taught me that, and I knew it wasn’t going to change.
“So, you’re not mad?”she asked.
“No, why would I be mad?”
“You didn’t look happy.”
“Circumstances are making me unhappy.We’ll continue your training.”
“You’d do that?”Freya asked.
“Yes, but not tonight.Tonight, we’re going to eat, watch a movie, and relax.”
Freya went on ahead of me, and it looked like she already had the same idea.I saw the television was already paused on a movie.I didn’t know which one, but knowing my wife, it was a chick-flick of some kind.She was not into horror, nor action either.She didn’t like murder or death, or violence.I had to wonder how and why Ivan thought me and Freya were a good match.I didn’t mind death.I’d killed a lot of people.
