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Her father is a lying sack of shit. Marco is also a very dangerous, lying sack of shit. While I can understand why he’d raise Isabella as he did, as far as I’m concerned, it was reckless and stupid of him. He put her at unnecessary risk, and I know she’s going to react badly if she hears the truth.
After hearing how she drugged her guards to get out the house the night I met her, witnessing her daring escape, and having her almost best me—Marco Moretti can count himself lucky his daughter has moved out, or he’d have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of his life. Fuck, I want to kill the man for his deceit with Isabella.
“Close your eyes, Isabella,” I tell her again. “You have my word that it’s a good surprise with no cells or dungeons. In fact, it will give you a bit of the freedom you crave,” I add as an incentive.
I see her surprise before she nods and pins me with a clear warning shining in her beautiful eyes. “I’m warning you, though,” fire flashes in her eyes, and I can tell she means whatever’s coming next, “if you trick me and I land up in a dungeon, you will be sorry.“ Her eyes dip down pointedly to my cock.
Is it wrong that I’m suddenly so turned on again? Fuck, she is the most magnificent woman I’ve ever met. All fire and ice.
“Understood.” I nod. “Now, will you close your eyes?”
Isabella flashes me one last warning look. I have to suppress my smile, but she closes her eyes. I open the garage door and pull her inside. I guide her to where her present awaits her.
“Can I open my eyes now?” Isabella asks when we stop.
“Yes,” I tell her, and as her eyes open, I say. “Happy birthday, Isabella.” Doing one of those tah-dah-type arm spreading movements.
Isabella’s eyes widen in disbelief. She stares at the brand new top-of-the-line Porsche Cayenne with a blue bow on it.
“That’s for me?” Isabella looks at me in astonishment, then back to the car. “You bought me my car?”
“Stacy told me that you’d always wanted a car, but your father wouldn’t allow you to have one,” I confess.
“You asked Stacy what to get me for my birthday?” Isabella’s astonishment intensifies.
“I’m sorry, I had to,” I admit. “But next year, I intend to be more original as I’ll know you better.”
“What?” Isabella frowns at me, and realization dawns in her eyes. “Oh, no.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t mean it like that.” She smiles at me, and this time, it reaches her eyes, and for the first time since we met, they light with excitement and joy. “I’m just amazed as it’s the first time a person has bothered to ask what I wanted as a present.” She pauses and gives a soft, nervous laugh. “Well, besides Stacy, that is. But then again, she usually knows without having to ask, as we know what each of us is like.” I can see she is nervous, excited, and overwhelmed.
My gut clenches as I fight the feelings hitting me. For fuck’s sake, didn’t her father ever take the time to find out what his daughter wanted as a gift?
“Do you want to drive it to your father’s house?” I pull the keys from my pocket.
Isabella looks from the keys to me. I see something that looks like regret flicker in her gaze right before she flings herself into my arms and kisses me. “Thank you, Andrey. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
The impact of her kiss dazes me. I’m stunned by the genuine look of gratitude in her eyes, and I barely notice that Isabella’s snatched the keys from my hand until I hear the alarm tweet and the door open.
“Come on then.” Isabella’s voice is filled with excitement.
I’ve never had jelly legs before from an emotional encounter. It’s a new sensation for me as I wobble around to the passenger side of the car.
Chapter 5
ISABELLA
I’m in awe as I drive my brand-new SUV toward my house in Back Bay. I’ve driven around race tracks, off-road, and under supervision around Back Bay. But I’ve never driven my own car without a bodyguard intimidating me in the passenger seat.
Andrey’s phone rings. “I have to take this.”
He starts talking in Russian. I feel a twinge of guilt at not telling him I can understand every word he says. But I don’t see the point, as this will all be over soon—just a few more hours.
Still, it’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations. I let my mind drift back to three nights ago. I had just lost my virginity to the most gorgeous, sexy man I’d ever seen. I’d never expected my first time to be like that. It was explosive and mind-blowing.
I was ready to go for round three when Andrey told me to get dressed and prepare to leave in a couple of minutes, then told me we were off to Vegas to get married. Earlier, before the sex, we’d both discovered that our families were trying to marry us off to people we didn’t know.
Up until I objected to his plan about getting married and his pointing out I could be pregnant, he told me he wasn’t just the manager of the club like I thought. He owned the fucking club. He was Andrey Belov, who was soon to be the Belov Bratva Pakhan.
That’s when I had to go and throw my father’s name around and found out there was no need for us to go to Vegas. After all, I’d just met and given my virginity to my mysterious fiance of eighteen years. If karma were a person, I’d fucking hunt her down and kill her.
