Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
He places the pictures I’ve already shown Iris in front of us. She looks at them and then at me.
“This is who you’re saying is my real family, right?”
“Yes.” Sergio brings out another photo and places it beside them. It’s a photo of an old woman holding a little girl in her lap. “This is you around the age you were taken.” Sergio pulls out another photo, and it’s of the older woman, but maybe a decade or two before. “This was your paternal grandmother, Anna. She was a viscountess in Germany and extremely wealthy.”
“What does that have to do with me?” I squeeze her hand and slide her chair closer to mine, needing to feel her warmth.
“I believe the reason you were taken was because of her fortune.”
“Explain,” I say, and Sergio rolls his eyes at me.
“I’m getting there.” He places several documents in front of me that look old and weathered. “According to her last will and testament, she specifically cut out her son and all his connections to her wealth, and the entire estate was left to Anna Dian.” When Iris doesn’t respond, Sergio places a birth certificate in front of her. “That’s you; you were named after your grandmother. Your real name is Anna Dian and you are the sole heir to the viscountess's fortune.”
“But why me? Why not my parents?”
“This is the reason she was taken,” I realize as I begin to read over the papers.
“I believe it was in large part due to your father’s connections with the Russian mob and how deep his debts are to them. From what Dutch uncovered and I’ve since learned, your biological parents can’t access that fortune without you. And you were taken by the Adairs with the motive of using you to gain access to that wealth also.”
“How would the Adairs have gotten the fortune if I was the sole heir?”
“They were going to breed you for it.” I hiss as I see the letters from her parents in Canada. “They were selling you off to the highest bidder with a promise of more if you got pregnant.”
“That’s impossible, they would never…” She trails off, and both Sergio and I look at her and the evidence on the table. “Oh god.”
“The fortune was always yours, and if you were proven dead, it all went to charity.” Sergio places another document in front of me and taps it with his finger. “All Iris, sorry, I mean Anna, has to do is go to this bank in Germany and they will scan her fingerprints. Once they verify it’s her, the transaction is complete.”
“This is all crazy.” She puts her head in her hands, and I look over at Sergio. He’s about as good with crying women as I am.
“I’ll leave you two alone to discuss things,” he says, standing up from the table. “I’ll lock up on the way out, but stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” I say and pull Iris into my lap.
“Anytime,” he replies, and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye.
As a kid I used to call him “the shadow,” and it’s still true now. Hopefully the next time I see him, it’s under better circumstances.
I feel Iris curl against me and I wrap her up in my arms. “It’s a lot to take in,” I offer, and she nods against my chest. “We’ll stay here one more night.”
She relaxes a little, and I’m glad I made the right call. After getting news like that, I don’t want to take her out on the run again. What I want to do right now is give her pleasure and take her mind off of everything that’s making her feel heavy.
Standing from the table, I cradle her in my arms as I go into the small room and place her in the bed. It’s not big enough for both of us to lie side by side, but I enjoy her sleeping on top of me.
“Is it bedtime?” she asks when I set her down and then reach up to unbutton her shorts.
“Not yet,” I answer, and I see her cheeks heat.
I strip off her shorts and then her pink cotton panties as I kneel down at the edge of the bed. I can see as her lips get wetter when I pull her to the edge of the bed. Without teasing, I bury my face between her thighs and open my mouth over her pussy. She moans and grips my hair as I lick between her little folds. Her pearl is already hard and waiting for me to soften it as she rocks her hips up. Over and over I lick her clit, needing her to get off. I want to put her heart at peace, and if I can’t right now then I’ll do the next best thing.