Page 53 of Velvet Vengeance


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Twenty minutes later, we are on the side of the road, and Henry is disabling the GPS. It doesn’t take him long, so this is obviously not the first time he’s done this.

“You’re all set,” Henry tells us. “I don’t suppose I have to tell you to stay off the main roads as much as possible.” He looks at Isabella. “You have my number.”

“Thank you, Henry.” Isabella is looking at him curiously. “Why would you help two strangers who lied to you?”

Henry smiles at her. “I watched you and your husband walk into town. I could see how much you cared about each other. Your body language was great, but there was also a bit of tension.” He surprises me by saying. “Then, when you came back, I realized why. That you were running from something.” He glances from Isabella to me. “I’ve been around for a long time and knew you weren’t a threat. At first, I thought you might steal my piece of shit, but instead, you knocked on my door and offered to buy it.”

“My wife is definitely not a criminal.“ I snort. “Again, thank you, Henry.” I shake his hand, more resolved than ever, to help him clean up his neighborhood. “We’ll be back to help you clean up your neighborhood. That I promise you.”

“If we survive!” Isabella mutters.

“Sweetheart,” Henry steps up to her. “You strike me as a woman who knows how to handle yourself and your husband—“ He looks at me. “Anyone can tell he’s an apex predator. Between the two of you, I’m sure you’ll be able to get to where you’re going.” He looks up and down the road. “I’ll keep an eye on the goons and see if I can detain them for you. But get going. It won’t be long before they figure you’ve left town.”

A few minutes later, we’re back on the road and heading toward Montreal. I turn to Isabella and ask, “Why did you choose Henry’s house?”

“He had a Canadian flag in his window, and I noticed he’d been watching us,” Isabella surprises me by saying. “I wanted to see who was so interested in what we were up to.”

“Fuck!” I say in amazement. “You are full of surprises.”

“And hungry—again,“ Isabella tells me. “There’s a small diner that’s hidden in the woods just up the road. Please, can we stop there? I need to pee, and get something to eat and drink.”

I nearly miss the small turn-off to the diner and drive down the heavily wooded area until it opens into a chalet-style diner. “How did you find this place?”

“James did,” she tells me. “We broke down in Stanstead once and had to stay for a few days. He took an interest in the owner’s daughter at the hotel we were staying at. She brought him here.” Her eyebrows raise, and she smiles. “We can park in one of the places in between the trees.”

As I drive in, I start to realize why James came here with the hotel owner’s daughter. It’s a hook-up place where teenagers and lovers come to hook up. It’s like a forest version of my Dark Velvet Club. It’s also an excellent place to stop for a while, eat, and stay hidden.

Chapter 14

ANDREY

We park the SUV in a vacant spot, which is a small opening between the thick cover of trees that keeps you from seeing anyone else parked near you.

“They make such nice fries here,” Isabella tells me. “I wonder if they’ll have ginger tea.” Her eyes widen. “It’s such a pity we had to leave our picnic basket behind.”

“We’ll find you some more,” I promise as we climb out of the car.

“I also want to put my skirt on,” Isabella tells me. “These jeans are uncomfortable.”

She opens the back door and rummages in the duffel bag, pulling out a summer dress.

“That’s a little cold for this climate,” I point out.

“I have some tights in here and a thick sweater,” she assures me. “I also have knee-high boots.” A grin splits her face as she pulls them out. “I prepared for all weather.”

“I see that.”

“Plus, the diner has a small store beside it that sells woolen stuff. Like blankets, shawls, and so on.” She starts walking, and I follow her. “I thought we could buy one of the blankets for the car.”

My cock starts to stir as my eyes settle on her ass displayed in the tight jeans. I glance around and feel myself hardening some more, wondering if we had time to make use of our secluded spot in the woods.

“Andrey?” Isabella’s voice snaps me from my musings. “Are you listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, I got distracted by how amazing your ass looks in those jeans.” Her cheeks start to heat, but I see a flash of desire streak through her eyes. “Are you sure you need to change out of them?”

“I’d say your kids are starting to feel a little restricted by them.“ She raises her brows.

“Ah!” A grin lifts my mouth. “Now they’re my kids because they’re making you uncomfortable.”

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