Page 20 of Darkest Love
I’m settled in the back booth of one of the restaurants I own when Remy barges inside with three of his men, all their guns aimed at me. My guards stand to attention and aim their guns right back. The restaurant is closed this time of day so I don’t need to worry about civilian casualties. That always makes things messy.
Remy charges right over to my booth.
“If you want to talk,” I say to him, “then my guard is going to have to take your gun from you. You don’t get to come into my restaurant and threaten me like this.”
“And you don’t get to steal millions of euros from me.”
I shrug. “It was pretty easy to do. It’s not my fault you didn’t keep your drug shipment better guarded.”
Remy slams his hand down onto the table. “You fucking bastard.”
“Don’t hate me, Remy. Hate yourself for being bad at the game.”
“I am going to take you down eventually, Adrien. Don’t get so arrogant. I’ve heard you’ve gotten married.”
I tense. The thought of Anastasia already makes me tense. She’s confusing. She wants an adventure just not with me. And she believes in love like a naïve little fool. My life was so much simpler when I could just sleep with any woman every night and not worry about emotions.
Now, I feel like I have to comfort my wife or understand her and I’m just not accustomed to shit like that.
It also doesn’t help that she went out and kissed some random man while she doesn’t even want my touch. Am I that repulsive to her? All women want me.
So why doesn’t my own wife?
“You’ve heard correct,” I say. No point in lying about it. “I have gotten married. And if you think you’re going to threaten my wife, think again. She’s kept nicely locked away in my home. You won’t be able to get to her.” As long as Remy doesn’t know what she looks like, then hopefully Anastasia should be safe enough if she decides to sneak out again.
She was kept as a prisoner her entire life so I don’t really want to do the same to her. But if it means protecting her and my alliance, then so be it. I’ll be the bad guy. Not that Anastaisa deserves my protection after being foolish and kissing anotherman. It infuriates me the thought of another man placing his hands onto her.
“I’ll get to her,” Remy says. “You’ll slip up. If you want to protect your new wife, then give me back my drugs. Or give me the money. I don’t care either way. Just do it.”
“No. I’m good right where I am.”
“I will find your wife and slit her from throat to cunt.”
“You can try, Remy. But you’ll never get your hands on her. Now, you’re boring me. Go.”
Remy spits in my face before leaving the restaurant.
“What are you going to do, boss?” one of my guards asks.
“I’m not going to give Remy anything.” Now all I have to do is make sure Anastasia doesn’t leave again. Which is probably going to be harder than I can imagine.
Anastasia is sulking in our bedroom, having changed into a simple silky nightgown. I want nothing more than to slip it off her and show her all the ways I can pleasure her body.
But she doesn’t want my touch. Apparently, she would prefer the touch of a random man.
“Thinking about your boyfriend?” I ask.
She scowls. “What boyfriend?”
“The one you kissed in the city today. Thinking of him? You would prefer his touch than mine.”
“If you’re going to act moody about it, then yes. I don’t want your touch.”
“Every woman wants my touch.”
She huffs. “Then I guess I’m not every woman. You now, Adrien, I would have loved for you to touch me if you weren’t such an asshole.”
“I’m an asshole? You’re the brat who ran off into a city you don’t know at all and kissed a man that isn’t your husband.”
