Page 32 of Nobody Wants Me
“You’re spending an awful lot of energy trying to convince yourself you don’t care.You’re attempting to put her into a box in your life she doesn’t deserve to be in, but you’re trying to do exactly that.You might want to figure that out, especially as I took out another two of The Grid today.”
This made me stop.“Two?”
She nodded.“Yes.”
I ran fingers through my hair.“Were they close?”
“They were looking for places to attempt a long-distance hit,” The Butcher said.
Okay, this made me pause.“That’s not taking her for organ donation.”
“There’s been a change.The Beast contacted me.It’s hunt to kill,” The Butcher said.“Ivan is on his way.”
“Fuck me!”I was getting angrier by the second.
Hunt to kill made this fucking harder.Anyone could try and attack the house.I had a lot of men in place, with a shit ton of experience, but they couldn’t always be there for a bullet.
I made my way toward my home, and just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, my cell phone went off.I didn’t even need to look to see it was Ivan.
“What?”I asked.
“You got the update.”
“Hunt to kill,” I said.
“There is nothing we can do to change it.I have discovered the brothers and they are currently in my and The Beast’s care.We will deal with them.”
“The father?”I asked.
“Still nowhere to be found.The fucking coward.The man will show up.Until then, The Butcher is making the arrangements for you and Freya to go to my private island,” Ivan said.
“A private island?”
“It is the only way you’ll be able to keep her safe.Hunt to kill is going to make it impossible to keep her alive.The Butcher is working on getting both of you out of there.”
“I can’t leave my territory with a bunch of fucking Grid here.”It would show weakness.
“You’re currently trapped within your own home.Let me deal with the few details.Your job is to keep Freya alive and put a child inside her,” Ivan said.
I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose.“What?”
“I told you, I want the next generation of Volkov Bratva babies, and the only way I am going to get them is by forcing you to do as you’re told.”
With that, Ivan hung up the phone, and I was pissed off.I gripped my phone tightly, but not too tightly.Why did this have to be so fucking hard?
Alone, on a private island.I didn’t even know if The Butcher was coming with us.The Butcher and my wife had gotten close.
I was so pissed off, but I didn’t let that detract me from what I had to do.Making my way to my wife’s sewing room, I stepped inside, and sure enough, she was attempting to take the shelves down that I had made and put up on the walls.She was red-faced from trying, and she wiped at her brow.Her gaze landed on me, and she stopped, put her hands on her hips, and then glared a little more.
“What are you doing?”she asked.
“What am I doing?What areyoudoing?”
“I’m taking down your gift.You didn’t want to accept mine, so I have to stop accepting yours.”
“Stop!”
She growled and threw her arms up in the air.She looked so fucking cute doing that.I couldn’t help but smirk.
