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We leave each other on that note. But I don’t go straight back into the bedroom where I’ve trapped my stolen princess.
Instead, I head to the balcony of my Manhattan brownstone.
I’ll have to move Sophia eventually. There isn’t enough privacy here. But when we touched down in New York, this was the only place I could think to bring her.
My inner sanctum. My little den tucked away in the big city.
It’s nothing compared to my palace just outside of Moscow, or my mansion just outside of this city. But it’s where I feel most at home when I’m in America.
Why?
I’m not sure I can put a finger on it, but it might have something to do with the fact that it’s where Valentina, Roman and I keep all of Mama’s old stuff.
Hell, sometimes Valentina will even come over with little Bree just to play the old family piano we’ve brought over. I open all of the doors and just listen. Sometimes I even leaf through an old book. Sometimes, I can still smell Mama on the pages…
Pushing my way outside, I’m met with the harsh din of midtown Manhattan. Below, the never-ending flow of traffic washes by.
On second thought, this might be the best place to keep Sophia. No one will be able to hear her screams and the Greeks will never think to look for her here.
Hell, even if they do find us, they’ll have to hesitate at least a little about using violence in such a densely packed area. The last thing any of us in the underworld need is attention from the authorities, and involving innocent civilians in your war is a one-way ticket to a file on a state attorney’s desk.
Still, where to keep Sophia is among the least of my worries.
I need a plan of attack. This cannot have been a mistake. There’s too much on the line for me to have done something so brazen for no good reason.
What was I supposed to say to my brother and sister?
Oh yeah, I stole the Xiphias princess and broke a temporary truce agreement because I like the way she yelled at me in the crumbling ruins of a former whorehouse?
Yeah, that’s right. I took her because thinking about that mouth makes my cock hard. Because the sight of her plump thighs washing out from under her short nightgown made me light-headed.
I put everything we’ve ever worked for at risk because I haven’t had sex in over a year now and I’m too stubborn to just jerk away the lustful haze that clouds my mind when I think of the way Sophia bit down on my thumb ever-so gently last night.
… Or maybe, just maybe, Valentina and Roman might actually understand that I’ve possibly ignited a brand-new war because when I met Sophia’s gaze for the first time, my heart skipped a beat.
No. They wouldn’t understand. They couldn’t.
They might both be happily married. But this is different.
This is a sickness.
It’s a sickness I need to exorcize. And that starts by treating Sophia like what she is.
A captive.
And not just any captive, but maybe the most valuable and important captive I’ve ever taken.
… and definitely the sexiest.
Fuck.
Running a hand through my hair, I turn away from the Manhattan skyline and look back towards the balcony’s French doors.
I’ve got a pretty little girl in a tight nightgown tied to my bed. One way or another, I’m going to have to figure out how to use her.
I’ve made my bed, now I’m going to have to sleep in it.
Will I allow her to sleep next to me?
