Page 24 of Trapping His Angel

I cleared my throat. “I had some unexpected business creep up.”

“But?” Viktor narrowed his eyes on me.

“The girl.” I cleared my throat again.

Viktor cut in. “Isadora?”

“Yes, that one. I want her as my wife.”

Viktor leaned back in his chair. “Who are her people?”

“She’s engaged to a Herrarra Capo, and her father is theJefe.” Saying it out loud sounded like asking for my enemy to be in my bed, but the men in this family had a thing for toxic women.

“Do you think they will give us problems?”

Not that I’d looked into it, but we were the Brotherhood. Our power knew no bounds. “They would need a powerful army to take us on.”

Viktor nodded, his eyes flashing darkly. “Then claim her, but as you know-”

“She is now my responsibility,” I finished for him. A claim was serious in The Brotherhood. It was more than just marriage. It was a bond. To claim a woman, in an organization that typically killed them, was to tell The Brotherhood that the woman was worthy of our protection and trust.

Something most women weren’t.

“Take ownership and make sure she’s tamed immediately. We have a meeting in less than a month with many organizationheads. I don’t want this negotiation to be some dark dealings in a back alley. I want to see these men, look them in their eyes, and take what’s most important to them.”

Viktor could stand to take a vacation. He seemed to grow more hungry for power as time went on. “I will be here for that.”

“I’ll contact Stefan, the family priest. It’s been a while since he partied with us at the main house.”

I nodded. “It doesn’t have to be too big.”

Viktor shot a smile at me, which was unexpected. “Not if my wife has anything to say about it. Tiffany loves a party.”

I grimaced. The parties these two were known for always ended in a bloody massacre. I could only hope my wedding day wouldn’t turn out the same. I nodded my head.

“Thank you, Pakhan.”

Viktor nodded, already working again, probably to get as much of the wedding prep out of the way, so he could get back to business. I got up, thankful that the meeting had been short. I hadn’t even needed to throw my new disability in my Pakhan’s face.

I headed back to my room, needing to change now that business had been taken care of. I wanted to find mymalen'kiy angel,and see what she was getting up to. I hopped in my shower, ignoring my hard cock. No more masturbating for me. My new fiancée would take every single load.

I couldn’t wait to slide a ring on her finger.

I hopped out of the shower and threw on sweatpants and a shirt. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere else. I was going to spend some quality time with mymalen'kiy angel.

I grabbed my phone and sent the information to my jeweler. Isadora’s dossier had all the information I needed on her, down to her genetic screening at birth. I knew her inside and out. The only information I was missing was her time at The Academy.

I headed down to the kitchen, but I didn’t see my soon-to-bewife. I went to the rec room, but she wasn’t there. I walked all the way to the other side of the compound to the first theatre room, but she wasn’t there either.

I headed to her room.

Her door was closed. I turned the knob, letting out a sigh of relief that it was unlocked. I didn’t have my lock picking kit with me. It wasn’t hard to get in, I just wasn’t prepared.

There, in the center of the bed, was a human sized lump underneath the covers.

My shoulders slumped when I realized she was sleeping. I closed the door behind me, and slid underneath the covers. Isadora moved around until her arm smacked my chest.

“W-wha?” Her confused, sleepy voice turned me on.