Page 38 of Nobody Wants Me
“Doesn’t your dad have a private island?”I asked, and that smile disappeared.Fuck, I wish I had held off saying anything.
“He does, but I never went.I don’t think my brothers were allowed to go either.”
“Do you know much about it?”
She shook her head.“Dad was private.It was strange, because he would tell us everything to do with his business.Yet, we all knew he had a private island, but no one was allowed to go.”
“Did you ask him about it?”he asked.
“I did, and then I was never going to ask him again.”
“Why?”
“He hit me,” Freya said.“Actually, it was a slap, then he put a nice little punch behind it.Trust me, after that, I didn’t ask again.I figured he didn’t want to talk about it.”
That made me angry.“He hit you?”
Freya sighed.“My dad was not a very good father.In the public eye, yes, he was a good, kind person.A bachelor and all of those things, but I didn’t fit the image he wanted.”
I stared at her.We had stopped close to the house.
“Okay, go on, what image?”I asked.
“You know, being beautiful and blonde, and thin.I angered him because he wanted me to get plastic surgery.On one of the occasions, he even trashed my house, the one I stayed at on his property.He completely destroyed all my sewing stuff.”She let out a little chuckle.“Kind of like what you did to that quilt I made you.”
And now I felt like a piece of shit.
“He destroyed my sewing room, burnt my fabric.Trashed my house.It took me a couple of months to replace everything and clean everything up.”She shrugged.“Those that get on his bad side and don’t do what he wants, pay the price.Don’t ever get on his bad side.”
She looked back at the house.“I’m hungry again.Do you want some food?”
I agreed and watched as she made her way into the house.I knew Harris Harris was not a good guy.What I didn’t realize was what a piece of shit he actually was.Of course he had to be, he put his own daughter on the chopping block.He married her into the Volkov Bratva, and then put a hit out on her.
When I found this piece of shit, I was going to fucking kill him.
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The Butcher
Arriving back at Victor’s house, I see Ivan and The Beast are already there.Victor’s staff had been given an extended vacation.
“They’re safe?”Ivan asked.
“Yes.”
He shouldn’t have expected anything less.I always followed through with orders.Ivan wanted Freya and Victor safe, that is exactly where they were.Safe.
No one knew the coordinates of the island.Ivan knew them, and he had given them to me, to deliver them safely to his home.The island was like a fortress.I had no idea how he was able to build a house on it, but then, I’ve come to see Ivan is not all he seems.He is a man of many skills.Strange to believe that if his own father had just accepted his kid at the time, none of this would have happened.Or, Ivan and I might have met under different circumstances.
“You get followed?”The Beast asked.
“Probably.What’s the plan?”I asked, turning to Ivan.
“The Grid moves around.There are a lot of high-powered players, and I think it is time for some of those players to end up dead,” Ivan said.
“The problem is knowing who the high-powered players are?”The Beast asked.
“Have you always been this pessimistic?”I asked.
