Page 18 of Sold to the Enemy

It had been a couple of weeks since Drago had left her, and then on his return, they didn’t leave her room for twenty-four hours. The only reason they did leave was because they were starving, and he’d organized a massive meal, complete with meatballs, spaghetti, and sauce, one of her favorites.

They weren’t dressed to enjoy the meal. They both had gotten a robe, and that was as good as anyone was going to get in them dressing for their meal.

“What?”

They were laying in Drago’s office. She ran her finger across his chest. Selma had been outside enjoying the gardens when one of the guards had come to her to let her know that Drago had wanted her. Her husband had been waiting. She loved that he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

When she entered his office, he’d been there, waiting. Drago had locked the office door, and he’d spent the evening making love to her. No one had disturbed them.

She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “When you came back from being away at work, you said you were used to being alone. I know I’ve got my dad, don’t you have any family?”

Drago sighed. One of his hands was at her waist and he kept moving it to stroke the base of her back, then traveling up and caressing down. He was setting her body on fire.

“I don’t have any family, Selma.”

“But … how?”

“The usual way, I guess. I mean, of course I had to have a mom and dad, but I got dumped as a baby, literally near a dumpster. Some homeless guy found me, took me to a foster home, and dropped me off on the front step.” He shrugged. “I ended up at the foster system as every abandoned kid does. No one came to claim me. They put a call out, but I was dumped.”

“That’s horrible.”

“It is what it is.”

“Why did they leave you?” She hated the thought of anyone leaving him behind. It made her so angry.

“They didn’t want kids.”

“Did you ever go and find them?” she asked.

He looked at her. “Why does it matter?”

“So that I can smack them silly for leaving you!”

“You’d protect me?”

“No one should do … that.” She frowned, angered.

“I was in the system until I finally called it quits at twelve. I lived on the streets for a long time. I was caught and thrown back into the system, but I had gotten better at running and hiding after the fourth time.”

“That must have been awful.”

“I learned the rule of the streets fast.” He sighed. “I knew then, that I had to be in charge. I had to find a way to claw my way to power.”

“And you did.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever find your parents?”

Drago took a deep breath. “I did.”

“And?”

“They died in jail. I had to use my blood to find them. It was a long shot. There were no security systems on street corners when I was dumped, and they certainly didn’t keep the tapes from back then, or any other record. They were both known addicts, criminals. They got caught doing some kind of armed robbery, high on coke, and ended up in the system. My dad got killed inside within the first year. My mom lasted a little longer. No, I never met them, and I didn’t care to.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s not your fault and you don’t need to be sorry. It made me the man I am today.”