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We have to share everything.
“Damn, I love you.” He gasps over our lips.
“Thank you.” I smile into our kiss, emotions flooding my eyes. “Thank you for loving me. I love you too.”
He reaches down between us, gently removing the toy from his body and mine before he rolls us over, and I’m gazing up at him.
He says quietly, “That’s what’s on the video, isn’t it? What you’ve been so afraid to tell me?”
I nod, letting my tears wet my hair.
They’re washing everything away.
I’m not ashamed; I’m finally free.
Gently, he kisses me. “That’s what was taken from you, but I swear, I’ll give it back and more.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Have no shame with me, Vivian. Be proud to let me love you. That’s what it means to be my queen. Okay?”
“Okay.” I gulp back a happy sob. “Okay, my king.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
JACE
“Uh… Viv, we have a little problem.”
“My ex and his micro penis?” She holds my hand over my truck’s center console, huffing a laugh. “Not my problem anymore.”
I admire her fortitude.
Vivian didn’t flinch when I told her I had some men take David captive. That we’re holding him in our hidden bunker to interrogate him to be sure there are no more copies of that video.
Most men will break after a week of dark, solitary confinement. Sure, we give them food and water… and a bucket.
But I suspect the scumbro’s precious ass won’t make it forty-eight hours before he cracks.
“No.” I check my rearview mirror again. We’re in the far left lane of four on the interstate, heading north. “Someone’s following us; that’s the problem.”
She nods, letting go of my hand. Tugging her seat belt tighter, she says, “Do your thing.”
Checking my mirrors, I accelerate, passing a sedan on our right. Swerving in front of it, I cut across three lanes and off-road over the grassy exit hill. Its mud is no match for my truck, gunning onto the paved exit ramp.
“Who was it?” Vivian glances back, confirming we lost them.
It was a black SUV, not my father’s style.
I keep checking the mirror. “Probably Sheremetev, tailing us to find Sasha.”
“Which one is he again?”
“My father’s enemy, the one who kidnapped our sister from our father’s compound in Moscow and forced her to be his wife.” I clench my molars. “Among other things.”
“Your sweet sister: I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, he’ll be the one who’s sorry one day. Between Sasha’s English lessons, her rage, and the rifle she’s learning to shoot, she’ll get revenge.”
I want our sister to get justice. As the queens have taught us, I don’t want the kings stealing the victory from her.
Sure, we’ll protect and support Sasha, but she’s a queen, a lioness too. I’m confident that, in time, she’ll be strong enough to destroy her former abuser.
