Page 38 of Deadly Protector
Viktor nodded.
“Porter Caldwell might take care of the problem for us,” Juan finally said, setting his beer back on the table. “He has taken it very personally that some punk pulled a weapon on his wife.”
Yeah, Dimitri was surprised Caldwell or his brothers hadn’t had a “chat” with Ryba yet. Maybe they were biding their time. He didn’t know them well, just by reputation more than anything. Though he’d had contact with Porter and Lizzy through his Red Stone contract work.
Viktor cleared his throat slightly. “I’ve spoken to Porter. He will not be making a move on Ryba. Yet. But he’s got him under surveillance. His wife is angrier than he is and that’s saying something.”
“She can get in line.” Juan looked over at Angel then, seemed to settle once he saw her sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in it as she talked to Zamira.
Zamira—who was walking sex in her little purple bikini.
Dimitri forced himself not to stare like a giant pervert, to not mentally undress her with his eyes. Hard not to, especially now that he knew exactly how she sounded when she came around his cock. How she looked beneath him as she climaxed.
“I know that look,” Carlos murmured as he stood and patted Dimitri once on the shoulder before cannonballing into the pool—much to all the kids’ delight.
“Yeah, so do I.” Viktor’s expression was unreadable.
So Dimitri slid his sunglasses on and stood, headed to the pool. He didn’t want to talk about his goddamn feelings for Zamira with anyone. He barely had a handle on them himself.
She’d blown up his entire world and now he couldn’t imagine her not in it. But he knew it wasn’t that simple. Even without the Ryba mess, she was a single mom who had a busy life and a whole lot of responsibilities.
And he wasn’t sure where he fit into everything. She hadn’t given him an indication what she wanted either. Other than sex, which was great. For now.
But he wanted more from her.
