“I thought he was going to kill you,” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “He was so smug, so sure you’d walk right into his trap. He said…he said he was going to bring you here and make you watch as he—” Her voice broke then, her body racking with silent sobs as he lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face against his neck as he carried her fireman-style out of the room. He couldn’t move fast enough. He wanted her away from this death and pain.
“There’s no one else here. Cops are on the way. So is Harrison,” Abram said as Viktor stepped over Hollis’s dead body.
“I’m taking her downstairs.” Away from all this.
He didn’t pause to talk to either Lyosha or his brother. The only thing that mattered was getting her to safety, getting her home—his home. Where no one would ever hurt her again.
He paused halfway down the hallway and turned to his brother. “Call Dima. Tell him to take care of it.” Meaning Kir. No way was that fucker walking away after this. He wouldn’t do jail time. He’d just disappear forever. But Viktor would make sure that word spread in the right circles that he’d died because of his betrayal. A gruesome, horrific death. He had no problem spreading false rumors about himself, not when those rumors would keep Dominique safe. So anyone who thought they might target him or his loved ones in the future would think twice.
“Already done. We’ll make it look like—”
Viktor shook his head sharply to cut Abram off. He didn’t want Dominique to hear any of this. She needed to be completely truthful in everything she said to the police. She was a victim and an employee of Red Stone Security so he had no doubt the police would treat her right. But he didn’t want there to be any doubt about what had happened today.
She’d been kidnapped by Kir, then brought to Shane Hollis. For all the cops would think, Kir had disappeared, going on the run for his life. Viktor didn’t want her to know what would happen to Kir—at least not until after she’d talked to the police.
Chapter 19
Abram shifted slightly against the bed, watching Lucy as she slept. Today had been a new level of insanity for him and his brother. And that was saying a lot.
After dealing with the cops and hours of endless questions and paperwork, Viktor and Dominique were holed up at Viktor’s place and Abram had brought Lucy to his. He needed to know she was safe, protected.
And he wasn’t going to let her go anytime soon—or ever. She might not realize it yet, but that necklace was only the first piece of jewelry he’d be buying her. Soon he planned to have a ring on her finger. All the muscles in his body were pulled taut, his cock rock hard, as he watched her. He should just get up, let her sleep, but he liked being near her.
He hadn’t told his brother yet, but he was going to insist that they all take Monday off. Everyone could use a break, as far as he was concerned, and he planned on keeping Lucy on lockdown, naked and happy the entire day
“I can hear you thinking,” Lucy murmured, not opening her eyes even as a seductive smile curved her lips. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he rasped out. He slid his palm under the sheet and over her bare stomach. He hadn’t wanted to wake her before but touching her grounded him, reminded him that she was real and all his.
Cracking open her eyes, she turned, sliding her arm around his waist and pressing her bare chest to his. “You sure about that?”
He loved being skin to skin with her. Before Lucy he’d never had a woman at his place. Now…he wanted to wake up to her face every morning. It was a strange thing, this need to have her in his life, to see her every day. He’d felt this way since he’d met her but he still wasn’t used to it. “Just thinking that it could have been you kidnapped this morning. Viktor kept his shit together better than I would have.” It was a testament to his brother’s control. Abram couldn’t even imagine Lucy being stolen from him. It made his entire body break out in a sweat.
“Nah, you’d have taken care of business like you always do,” Lucy murmured into his chest, her voice thick with sleep. “I’m just glad Dominique is okay. She’s a good fit for your brother.”
“Yeah, she is.” And he felt like a bit of a dick for the way he’d talked about her to Viktor when it was clear the woman deeply cared for him. Not that he’d change his reaction. He’d just been looking out for his brother—and he’d do it again.
“So what’s going to happen with Kir? You think the police will ever find him?” She leaned back a fraction, her hair rustling against the pillow as she met his gaze. She was slightly more awake now and he was glad—because he wasn’t letting her go back to sleep until he’d gotten a taste of her.
“I think…” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “You don’t need to worry about him ever again. He won’t be a problem for us. I swear it. And…it’s highly unlikely the police will find him.” Abram felt no guilt that Kir was dead either. The man had betrayed him and his brother in the worst way possible.