Page 23 of Dima
“See, this is why I told you I should have come with you this morning,” I yelled, like I could have stopped a bullet. Even if I had been there, it wouldn’t have been much I could do. But at the very least, I would have been by his side.
“That’s exactly why I told you to stay at home. We never know when someone’s going to try something. I need to know you’re safe.”
“I still wish I was there.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m fine.”
I hugged him and searched his face and whole body for even the smallest scratch. I couldn’t afford to lose my father. I’d already grown up without a mother. He was all I had, and I refused to lose him.
“Dima, I’m going to need you to stay here with Maeve. Keep her safe until I get back.”
“Boss, I don’t think that’s the move. I need to be by your side at times like this. If someone is trying to take you out, I want to be the motherfucker that stops it.”
“You already have. You saved my life today. I owe you everything, but now I need you to take care of my daughter.”
“I mean, if that’s what you think is best, Bishop. Where’s Guard? You’re going to need someone solid by your side.”
“He’s going to meet me at the clubhouse. You already know he would die before he let anything happen to me, so I’m good. I need you to stay here with Maeve.”
“Cool. I got you.”
“You have the type of anticipation I need when it comes to my daughter’s safety. If you can anticipate a motherfucker trying to take me out at a courthouse, use that instinct to protect Maeve.”
Dima nodded, and my father retreated out of the room. I heard the front door open and close again. I prayed he made itback here in one piece. I didn’t want him to go, but I knew I couldn’t stop him either.
With my father gone, I had the opportunity to confront Dima. Too much happened after he came around for it to be a coincidence. He might have had my father fooled, but I wasn’t buying that anticipation or being in the right place at the right time bullshit. Something was up.
“How’d you know about the ambush before it even happened? Tell me the truth.”
“Little girl, I don’t have time for this right now. I need you to stay calm until we figure out what is going on.”
“I wasn’t a little girl when you were sending flowers to my house now, was I? And who is Marcus Stewart?”
“Where did you hear that name?”
“I read it on a driver’s license I found in your truck. Is Marcus your real name? What is it that you’re not telling us? Dima, whatever it is won’t change my mind about you. I just need to know I’m not crazy for falling for you while I still feel something is up with you.”
Dima used his body to push mine against the wall of my father’s foyer. The words hadn’t even fully left my mouth when he wrapped my lips in his.
“You falling for me?”
Dima pulled back so he could look me in my eyes. I didn’t want it to be true, but it was. My feelings for him consumed me.
“I think so.”
“Good.”
Dima pushed me back into the wall and wrapped my lips in his again. I kissed him back, angry, desperate. I wanted to know what was going on and if he was behind the attempt on my father’s life. How was I supposed to get to the bottom of any of that now, while I was so wrapped up in him?
The kiss was electric. It wasn’t gentle or safe, but it made me forget about the questions that I’d been sitting with. I knew he was hiding something, but when he touched me like this, it was hard to care about anything else.
I had Maeve pinned to the wall in some short ass shorts and a thin tank top. I could see her ass poking out the bottom of those shorts the moment I stepped into Bishop’s mansion. She was already on my mind heavy all day, but seeing her in those shorts had me on one.
Those shorts were the reason I didn’t want to be stuck here with her. I wasn’t on my game when I was around Maeve. The only thing I thought about when she was near me was being inside of her. That was dangerous at a time like this.
I needed to be vigilant. Someone had just tried to take Bishop out, and instead of being by his side, I had my tongue down his daughter’s throat. Her beautiful fucking throat that opened for me without my asking.
I gripped her ass, and she lifted one of her legs to my waist. Her ass was so soft it molded to my hand. Her little belly button ring poked out the bottom of her shirt as one of my hands roamed underneath it.
