Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(38)

“What happened?” Her voice was muffled, her face buried against his chest.

“Not sure yet.” He couldn’t give her any details, not now. Getting her out of here was the most important thing.

She pulled back to look at him, just a hint of tears glistening in her dark eyes. “I was so worried about you,” she whispered.

He cupped her cheek and brushed his lips over hers. He knew they didn’t have time for this, but he just wanted a taste, to reassure her the situation was under control. “Everything’s okay,” he murmured, pulling back. “I need you to go with Lyosha. He’s going to take you to my place. I’ve got to stay and talk to the cops but I’ll tell you anything you want to know when I get there.”

She took a step back, her eyebrows drawing together. “I should be here to talk to the police too.”

“No.” She frowned at his abruptness but he needed her gone. Now.

“Viktor—”

“Kir’s taken the other two. They’re fine leaving.” Lyosha’s voice made them both turn.

Viktor noticed that Dominique stepped closer to him—away from Lyosha. “See, they’re gone too. It’ll be easier with you gone as well. No questions from the police, no making a report, nothing. You can go and relax and—”

“And leave you to deal with everything by yourself?” she demanded, turning her full attention to him again. “I’m staying.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“No. You’re not.” Damn it, he needed her safe. He was used to people following his orders. Always. “If you stay you’ll have to lie to the police about the other two not being here. Because they’re gone now.”

She bit her bottom lip and looked over at the doorway of the storage room. The others had left through the other exit, likely already in a vehicle driven by Kir. “Fine. He can just take me home, then.”

“You’re going to my place where I know you’re safe.” That wasn’t up for debate. None of this was. He also wanted her where they could pick up where they’d left off. He wanted her in his bed and moaning out his name as he brought her to climax.

She poked at his chest. “Unless you’re planning on kidnapping me—”

“I’ll do what it takes to keep you safe,” he ground out. “I have no idea what tonight was about, who those guys were. So you’re going with Lyosha to my place.”

Her eyes widened. “What if I say no? You’ll seriously just kidnap me?”

He bent down, got right in her face even as he hated the anger—and fear—he saw there. Because it was directed at him. “I will do what it takes to keep you safe,” he repeated. “If that means tying you up and hauling you to my home, I’ll do it. Don’t test me.”

She watched him for a long moment, then glanced at Lyosha, who was looking anywhere but at them. Finally she turned back to Viktor and shoved him in the chest. “You’re a bastard.”

“I know. But I’ll be damned if you get hurt because of me.” He wanted to comfort her, to kiss her, to do something other than basically kidnap her, but he didn’t have time right now for reassuring words. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

After a quick nod at Lyosha, he headed back the way he’d come. Dealing with the cops always made him edgy, but it was something that had to be taken care of.

As soon as it was, he’d go home and face Dominique’s wrath. He hated that she was angry at him, but he’d rather deal with that than see her dead from a bullet.

He would keep her safe. Even if she hated him for it. Because after tonight he knew she meant way too much to him already. All he wanted to do right now was take her back to his place and make love to her until they both passed out. To claim her so that she knew who she belonged to.





Chapter 13





“You should get some rest.” Lyosha, who’d brought her back to Viktor’s palatial place, had taken off his jacket so that his shoulder holster and guns were showing. He was standing at the window in the living room—one of the living rooms—that faced the big driveway.

She’d been worried they should stay away from windows after that attack but he’d assured her that no one would get past the front gate and security.

At first Dominique had been terrified of the guy, and while she was super annoyed with him for forcing her to come here, she’d realized he definitely wasn’t going to hurt her. He’d been careful to not even touch her on the way here. And he’d actually been pretty decent, trying to get her to relax. As if that was possible.

“I’m not doing anything until I talk to Viktor,” she said. And rip him a new one. She couldn’t believe him; couldn’t believe he’d pretty much kidnapped her and had her sent here by one of his men instead of letting her talk to the police. From everything Lizzy had told her, he wasn’t doing anything illegal with his businesses so she couldn’t understand his reluctance to let her talk to the police. He’d clearly done nothing wrong—he’d been a victim. Some guys had opened up fire at one his hotels. The whole thing was crazy.

The man made her crazy.

“You should listen better,” he muttered. A flash of light illuminated him by the window, as if from headlights. The long driveway ended in a huge half-circle in front of the house but there was a four-car garage as well.