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Another shake of my head.
I honestly don’t think there’s anything that could make me change one thing about this, about what we’re doing, and I’m not really sure what that says about me. But Victor has proven that not only does he do the right thing when he needs to, but he won’t ever hurt me. If anything, this man will do whatever it takes to protect me and that’s enough to make me want him around all the time.
“You really do amaze me, Stevie,” Victor says with a grin. “And if you’re not careful, I might just find myself taking this infatuation and turning it into a full-blown craving. An obsession with you that you won’t be able to get away from.”
With a blush, I shrug. “Seems a little like we’re both already halfway there, if you ask me.”
“Is that so?”
“It is and you can’t really deny it.”
He chuckles a bit before picking up his sandwich. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Then Victor gives me a devilish grin as he takes a bite. “Eat up, little dove. The need to fuck you again is becoming too strong to ignore, but I want you fed and energized before I do. Can’t have my newestobsessionworn out when we’re only getting started.”
So with a shy smile, I listen to my own personal ghost and eat my dinner, my curiosity piqued further over the man the papers call The Harvester of Bones.
But my curiosity is outweighed by this infatuation, this growing obsession, with the man behind the killer. And while it should probably worry me that I’ve fallen under his spell so quickly, it doesn’t. Nothing about this worries me at all and I’m silly enough to think that maybe… maybe this is the start of something I’ve always wanted.
Funny how it took a serial killer to show me I might actually be able to have it.
CHAPTERELEVEN
VICTOR
“Oh for fuck’s sake,would you knock that shit off.”
I slam my feet on the ground and abruptly stop spinning around in John’s computer chair as the man himself enters his office with a huff, a few more blurry figures following behind him before the door closes.
It takes a few seconds for everything to stop tilting but when it does, I grin wide at what I see.
Little John looks like he’s going to blow a gasket.
“You break my fucking chair, I’m making you buy me a new one.”
I shrug. “No problem. Maybe I’ll buy you one anyway so I can have this one. It gets great speed.”
“I like that chair,” he grumbles as he comes around the desk and pops open the hidden door. “Don’t need a new one.”
I roll my eyes at my mentor as he disappears behind it but don a grin and nod to his company that follows.
Marbles and Spider, Pope and Pork Chop.
Four of the nine members of the Wulven Kings MC executive committee are joining us today per my request, and judging by the looks they give me as they walk by, they’re just as annoyed as John already is.
Well, everyone except Marbles.
He looks crazy as usual, and like he’d probably agree to dragging one of the other chairs out of the Red Room for a little competition to see which one of us would fall on our asses first after spinning around as long as I was.
Maybe later.
No time for childish bullshit right now, not when I have information to share that’s pertinent to them.
So, I get to my feet, sway a little as the dizziness passes, then join the five of them at the conference table.
“Whatchu got for us, Vic?” Marbles grunts with a twisted grin. “Must be good if we’re meeting here.”
I nod as I pull out a smoke and shove it between my teeth. “John seems to think so.”
“But you don’t?” Spider asks as he crosses his arms against his chest and leans back in his chair.
