Page 31 of Revenge
“I don’t want to debate with you,” he says, his voice serious again.
“This is not a debate. I’m just questioning why it matters. Clearly, Viktor has made his choice.” There’s silence between us.
“I just want you and the baby to be safe,” he says finally.
We’re interrupted by the server nervously approaching us.
“I hope you enjoyed your meal. Any dessert?” he asks.
“No, thank you.”
“The check,” Oliver snarls.
“You’re just like your brother.” I roll my eyes, and he laughs.
He pays the bill, and we head outside. The night is beautiful, perfect for taking a stroll, but I doubt Oliver would agree, not that I would ask him. It angers me that Oliver found me. It means my quiet life is not so quiet anymore. I’m no longer hidden.
“I’ll drive you home.” He opens my door.
“Oliver, you have to swear you won’t tell him. You know it’s better if he never finds out.” I look pleadingly at him. The tension in the air as I wait for him to answer is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and I think he will tell him, no matter what I say. The worst part is that I can’t even blame him. If I were him, I probably would.
Oliver nods his head as if he has come to a decision.
“All I can agree to is he won’t learn the truth from me.”
“That’s all I ask.”
Hopefully, he can keep my secret. I’m not sure what will happen if Viktor learns we’re having a baby. I’m not sure he would forgive me for keeping this from him. But more importantly, I can’t risk his life. I know Viktor. The moment he learns the secret, he’ll drop everything and come for me, and I can’t let that happen.
Chapter Seventeen
Viktor
Long workout sessions have always helped me. I’ve been working out in the home gym for the last hour, trying to shut my brain down. Only when I feel physical pain can I get the rest of me to quiet down.
“Viktor,” Fiona yells as she walks in.
“What the fuck do you want now?” I say, swapping my dumbbells for a heavier pair.
“I want you to stop working out and fucking pay attention.” I ignore her and start a new set of curls. “What the fuck, Viktor? You’re never home. Where have you been sleeping?” A few weeks ago, I started sleeping in the city permanently. I just come to the house if I have business at the guardhouse. “Who are you fucking? What’s her name?” she yells.
“Get a hold of yourself,” I snarl, looking down my nose at her.
“I’m your wife. You need to be home with me.”
“How many times do I need to tell you?” I set the weights down. She takes a step back.
“I love you, Viktor. We’re going to be a family.”
“I. Don’t. Love. You. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Get over her. That whore is never coming back.” She says it with such conviction my blood runs cold, and I take a step toward her.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Does she know something about Ava? Does she know where Ava is?
“She’s been gone for months, and she isn’t coming back. We’re a family. You need to focus on us.” For a split second, I have a feeling she knows something that I don’t, something important, there’s something about the look in her eyes, but then it’s gone.
“What I do with my life is no business of yours.”
