Page 22 of Octavious
You know when you’ve been dieting for a long time- or maybe just a day- and the dessert menu gets dropped off at your table? You know you should politely decline but that cake looks so good. What’s one little piece going to do to you? It is only a little piece. So what if you are going to hate yourself in the morning for having to jump up and down to get your thighs in those skinny jeans. You only live once, right? So you splurge and get the cake.
The next morning you realize how fat and dumb that decision was. There is no turning it back. However, the next time you are at the restaurant, you fall in the same trap.
Octavious is that delicious piece of cake. The yummy piece of cake you should say no to but you don’t.
“What the fuck, Vera?” Iago almost screams at me to get me to wake up from my nightmare.
There is no waking me up from my nightmare.
“He’s going to destroy me, isn’t he? I’m totally fucked,” I mutter to myself. My father is really going to try and wipe me off the earth just because I slept with Octavious.
My revengeful side is telling me to share all of my dad’s secrets, but I don’t. Even though I have been disowned, I’m not completely a fuck up.
“Can you take me back to the ski lodge?” I ask my friend.
The longer I stare at my car, the more I have realized how fucked up my dad is. If he is going to do this to someone he supposedly loves, who is to say he wouldn't do it to someone else?
I want to see Octavious. I want to make sure nothing happened to him.
“Yes, peaches. Let’s take you back to your lover.”
I smile it off. There is no way I’m able to tell my friend how hurt I am.
By the time we get to the ski lodge, the tears start to flow for the first time in this whole ordeal. I’m not crying because I’m going to miss my father or the protection he provided. I’m crying because of everything else.
It is a difficult thing to explain it to someone.
I am all but run out of the car to get my hands on Octavious. I need to draw his strength from him.
“What happened?” Octavious demands as soon as he sees my tear-streaked face. His angry faces look around at his friends’ faces then back to mine. “Either someone starts talking or someone’s about to die!”
Iago fills Octavious in and my lover squeezes me to his chest. I can smell his amazing cologne and the unique scent of the powerful man.
“I’m okay, I’m okay.”
Octavious shakes with rage. “Your father is behind this. I know it.”
I nod.
Chapter Nineteen
Octavious
My anger doesn’t dissipate and I cancel dinner plans. I need to work on our next strike.
I hand over a pair of keys to one of the emergency vehicles I always drive around with. It is hard to believe I just met this woman and I care about her this much already.
“I can’t take the keys,” she mutters with her jaw dropped.
Balak chuckles under his breath. “He has a lot of cars. He can afford it.”
I want to punch him in the face for sharing about my wealth but it’s true. I can afford to throw her the keys to a vehicle.
“Baby, it is the white Mercedes SUV at the end of the lot. Go get us some dinner and then we will eat it.”
As she leaves, I look over at my men. “We gotta strike next. He’s hit our shipment and now struck against his own daughter. We gotta get him next.”
Miklos says something in Hungarian before translating it into Greek. “I found out where he took the shipment and then where he has all of his money stashed.”
