Page 94 of The Enemy Protector
I read the text from Nelson and then listen to the voice note he sent.
It’s Sofia and her father. The voices are muffled, but I hear it.
I’m proud of her. She held her ground. Her father is her only living relative. The man she’s supposed to be able to count on. He should be the one protecting her. She’s strong, but that kind of thing fucks with a person’s head.
I know. I wasn’t close to my father, but there was a respect there. I had my brothers.
She has no one.
But her parting words, that’s what got me.
Sergei will kill them.
That one sentence tells me everything she’ll never admit outside my bedroom—she trusts me. She gave herself to me. I didn’t have to take anything.
My cock stirs at the thought of her beneath me.
I allow myself to replay the moment I slid inside her.
I’ve been given many luxury gifts in my life. Cars. Horses. Diamonds. None of them come close in comparison to the value of what my wife gave me.
The sound of a text interrupts my reveries.
It’s Nelson letting me know they’re on their way. The text is a warning that she’s in a bad way. After hearing that conversation with her father, I get it.
I hear the door followed by footsteps.
Then they’re coming my way.
She steps into my office, her eyes filled with anger.
I wait.
Her arms cross. She pops a hip and glares at me.
I wait.
I know she wants me to ask. But I’m not asking. She can tell me. Or not.
"Why did you save me?"
I expected something about her father. I don’t let it show she caught me by surprise.
"The night at the club, you mean."
“Is there another time?”
I don’t answer.
Her eyes widen. “Oh my God! There was!”
I shrug.
She throws her hands up. “Fine. The club. Why did you save me? Why did you kill the men that assaulted me?”
I debate what I want to say to her.
Not the truth. Not all of it. Not yet.
