I go upstairs, and the moment I open the bedroom door, Evie spins away from the window and stares at me. She’s pale, but I see a flicker of hope in her blue eyes.
Anita raises both brows, waiting on an answer as to why Igor came to our home.
“He was just checking in.” The lie is quick to leave my lips, and I don’t focus on my sister but Evie.
“He drove this whole way just to check in?”
“There are millions on the table, Evie, so yes, he did.”
“I’ll leave you to it.”
I glance at Anita over my shoulder. “Thanks.”
She nods at me, takes one final worrying look at Evie, and leaves. Now I wonder what transpired between the two women.
“Was Igor your only boss?” I ask the most important question. I’m thinking he isn’t in this alone, and maybe he is stealing from another partner.
Evie shakes her head. “No.”
Disappointment has me looking away from her. I had until the morning to try to piece this together, or I could just hand Evie back and do my next job.
I don’t know why, but handing Evie over didn’t seem like the right thing to do. I never questioned my work before. But the way she had begged me to save her from Igor had me wanting to hand her back, so she never made me feel like I should keep her safe. Like my duty was keeping Evie away from all the other men.
“Igor will come back for you, Evie, and when he does…”
“You will hand me over.”
“You are here to help me solve this case. There was never an arrangement that you don’t go back.” I’m saying irrelevant things, but I want to understand why she continues to think I will somehow stop her from returning to her former life. What hold does she really think she has over me?
“I know.“ She twirls her fingers together while looking at the ground before her gaze travels back up to me. “You just seemed different.”
“I’m not,” I say immediately.
“I see that now.” She holds her head high.
Her words sting. They really shouldn’t. They should have no effect at all. I should be telling her that she is going in the morning. I should tell her that the case has been resolved. The other girls may have been sent to their new husbands by now. Maybe that’s where she was going tomorrow.
“Igor is sending someone to collect you in the morning,” I say the words that need to be said.
“Am I to be sold?”
I turn away from her. “I have no idea. That isn’t my area.”
“Why didn’t you say that? You said Igor was just checking in.”
Irritation crawls along my skin, and I face Evie again. I shouldn’t have to explain myself to her.
“I lied.” My words rise, and she jumps slightly.
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a liar, Lucca.”
The space between us is gone, and I bend my frame over her. “You don’t know me.”
Her chest rises and falls quickly. Her blue eyes spark up, and it reminds me of a flash of lightning. “You don’t know me.”
I’m captured in the storm that is thrashing violently in her gaze, and when she curses and presses her lips against mine, I feel the transfer of the storm and grip the back of her neck, forcing her closer.
Her kisses are as erratic as her heartbeat that pulses along her neck. My fingers trail down and brush the side of her large breast.
She groans into my open mouth before she breaks away, holding up her hands. This time when she looks at me, I see nothing but a rawness that’s all mixed up with pain and lust.
I should leave.
I need to walk away from her, but I can’t. I take the distance away and drag her back to my body, where she fits perfectly against me, and when I kiss her, she doesn’t resist. The kiss is fuelled with anger that has her teeth sinking into my lip. I pull away as I taste blood and stare down at her.
She’s alive.
She’s angry, and she isn’t close to being done. She reaches up like she wants to cup my cheek. Her fingers press painfully against the wound that opens. Liquid flows down my face. Before I can ask her what the fuck she’s doing, she’s kissing me again. My face burns but my cock throbs harder, wanting to be inside that tight ass.
She tries to pull away again, but I don’t allow it, picking her up off the floor and placing her on the bed. She’s scrambling away like she doesn’t want this, but her eyes tell me a different story. Her eyes shine with a slight madness like she isn’t sure what she is doing, either.
As I drag her back, her hand connects with my unmarked cheek. It doesn’t stop the shock of the impact. Her actions are joined with words, and I spin her around quickly while pulling up her long skirt. Her perfectly rounded ass I keep in the air as I bring my hand down on her creamy skin. She screams and tries to get away. I’m not as gentle the second time, and she cries out, making my cock stir. The skin turns red instantly, and I hit the same place. The sting along my palm runs up my arm, and I give her ass a few more slaps before I release her, and she crumbles onto the bed.
Her small hands tighten into the sheets as she tries to pull herself up.
“Don’t move.” I run my hands over her red ass, and she tries to move away.
“You want me to spank you
