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“… Does that mean you want to be his partner?” Castor replies, clearly looking for any clue that might indicate whether or not she’s lying and desperate to escape my grip.
“I want to kill Retsos,” Sophia snarls.
Fuck. Her anger instantly sends a rush of blood to my dick. The feistiness reminds me of when I first took her. She really was a warrior back then. A prisoner of war. Ready to get back onto the battlefield.
It feels like we’ve refocused all of that fire into our bed, but it’s coming out again as Castor’s presence reminds her of where she came from, and why.
“So, we’ll kill Retsos,” Castor nods. “And then what?”
In response, Sophia’s fiery confidence wanes, and her gaze falls to the floor, before quickly darting to and then away from the camera lens.
“Castor…”
The Greek brute and I both have the exact same thought at the exact same time.
“I’m not stupid, Sophia,” Castor says, shaking his head. “I know that he’s listening, watching. I don’t care. Tell me the truth, or lie to me to protect yourself. Either way, I’ll know what you really mean. Just speak.”
My fingers curl into fists as I stare at a man who might know my girl better than I do.
No. He doesn’t know what she tastes like. He doesn’t know what makes her squirm and scream and come. He doesn’t know her like that. Nobody does. Nobody except for me.
“After we kill Retsos… We’ll negotiate with Leo and the Kilpatricks,” Sophia says.
“So, you want peace?”
“I don’t want to fight anymore, Castor. At least, I don’t want to fight anybody not named Retsos.”
I watch as Castor sighs, and then leans back against the bedroom wall so that he can take some of the weight off of his injured body. “You know that I never wanted you to fight in the first place,” he says. “But you also know that you only managed to gather an army because of how much you wanted to fight.”
“I didn’t know what I really wanted,” Sophia says. “I was just fucking furious. I wanted to break something. Anything.”
“So did the men who followed you. They still do. When I was Retsos’ captive, he’d never stop complaining about those reckless fuckers who were still fighting in your name… though, he never did get around to telling me that you had been taken.”
“Probably because it was his fault,” Sophia huffs.
“… Are you glad that you were taken?” Castor asks, his husky body tightening up. The bastard is scared of what I’ve done to his precious little girl.
The past is done, old man. I destroyed it.
She’s my girl now.
“Yes. Obviously,” Sophia replies.
Immediately, I can tell that Castor is confused by the meaning of Sophia’s ‘obviously’.
I’m not.
She knows that she’s my girl. And she likes it.
“Well, so am I. At least this Leonid Barinov seems to care about your safety in some sick, twisted way.”
Castor makes sure to look directly at the camera when he says that, so he knows that I understand he’s not scared of me.
Fool. He should be terrified of me.
I’d rip his heart out of his chest in the blink of an eye… if it weren’t for Sophia. She’s the one who has my protection. Not him.
So, he better not rub her the wrong fucking way.
