Page 57 of Nobody Wants Me
“They’re not going to call off the hit,” I said.
The Butcher looked at me.
“Harris took the deal with me, and in just over a month, a hit was placed on Freya.A man with seemingly no connections to The Grid, who just happened to be in possession of a member of the Volkov Bratva.”
“He knows about The Grid, because he is part of it,” The Butcher said.
I click my fingers and point at her.“Exactly.That’s my point.The sons wouldn’t know that, because they don’t know their dad.Fuck!Why didn’t I think of this before?”
“This makes Harris untraceable.He can move within The Grid, because no one knows where he is.”
That pissed me off.I had to get to Harris before he decided to make a play for Freya.Keeping her on my island would only last so long.
Fuck!
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Victor
I had lost count of how long we’d been stationed on his island.Days, weeks, it might have even been months at this point.There was no way this was going to be sustainable.
A few weeks ago, per my request, The Butcher transported some of Freya’s sewing equipment, along with patterns, fabric, and two of her machines.The main sewing machine and what was called a serger.
I left her to do what she needed to do, while I got through with some work.Ivan had allowed limited Internet usage, and that enabled me to conduct the necessary business.This wasn’t hard.The limited time was enough to make it untraceable.Someone could hack into the system, but Ivan had our own guys working to keep it to just us, and I got to work on it.
I wasn’t used to sitting around all day, doing nothing.Sometimes, when all my work was done, I would go and watch as Freya worked at the dining room table.Each day, she would prepare the table after breakfast and get to work sewing something.Then, before she started to cook, she would put it away.
We still took long walks on the beach, and we got through her training as well.Her training was not going quite as fast as I would have liked.Freya is not a natural when it comes to self-defense.She doesn’t have a clue what she is doing.This is all incredibly new to her.
Closing the laptop, I’m about to get to my feet to go to Freya, only she is in the doorway.
“I’ve got something for you,” she said.
“You have?”
She nodded.“Yep.”She took a step toward me and then another, until she was directly in front of me.She held a folded-up blanket, and I saw her cheeks were a little red.
Slowly, she still held the quilt, but then she opened it up.There were so many shapes and designs on.It looked similar to the one I had destroyed.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“You don’t want to lose your temper?Tear it up?”she asked.
I looked up at her and saw the little smile on her lips.“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a minx?”
“They might have said something a time or two.”She pursed her lips, then burst out laughing.
I got to my feet and took the blanket from her.I held it open, marveling at the fact she had made me a quilt—even after what I had done to the first one.I deeply regretted how I handled that.I was such an asshole to her.
Throwing the blanket over the sofa, I turned back toward her and cupped her face.
“I love it,” I said.
Then, I took the kiss I’d been craving since our last one.She let out a little moan and melted against me.
We hadn’t had sex.We were getting closer, touching, but not going too far.I was taking this at her pace, and seeing as I was the one who had fucked this up, it was only fair to do it all at her pace.
Kissing her, I don’t quite know how we managed to have it where I was once again sitting on the sofa, only this time she straddled me.The dress she wore was super loose, so I was able to move it out of the way, as I ran my hands up her thighs.Stroking up her thighs, curving around to grip her ass, and then sinking one hand into her hair, and the other, I kept on her ass.I wanted to touch her everywhere.To start showing her she didn’t need to be afraid of me.There was so much I wanted to explore.
