Page 25 of Sold to the Enemy

And without another word, she stepped back into the diner. The moment the door closed behind her, Selma didn’t feel any pain or remorse.

George Kent was dead to her, and the truth was, he had been for a long time.

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Drago allowed one of his men to take Selma home. He hadn’t wanted to, but he had no choice but to deal with George. They had done so for Selma’s sake, and for that, he was grateful. The crimes were a lot worse than what his men had described.

George had attempted to kill several of his men at the casino. He had stolen a great deal of money, and then attempted to attack more of his businesses and his people. One person was dead. Three people were injured. And now, George Kent and the men who thought they were helping their boss were now dead.

He couldn’t allow George to live, and then when he begged him to take Selma’s life, that he’d be able to find multiple women much better than his own daughter, Drago couldn’t do it. There was no way he would allow that insult to slide, and thrusting his knife deep into the man’s neck had been bittersweet.

Entering his home and thinking about how his guards had taken Selma back to his country estate while he dealt with the cleanup, he had to wonder what his wife would think of him now. Removing his jacket, he placed it on the hook, and then turned to see Selma coming out of the living room. Much to his surprise, she had this huge smile on her face.

“You’re home.”

To his shock, she rushed toward him, and before he could stop her, she threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face against her neck, breathing her in. There was no getting away from it, he loved this woman so freaking much. He didn’t want to let her go.

“I love you,” Selma said.

This made him tense up and as he started to pull away, she cupped his face and smiled at him. “Don’t freak out, and I hope I haven’t said the wrong thing, but I love you.”

“Selma, I—”

She pressed her lips against his. “I know this makes me a bad person, but I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t know if you believe me, I don’t even know if you want my love, or if you could love me back, but what I do know is that I love you. I love you so much, and I love being your wife.”

There was a sudden bark.

“What’s that noise?” Drago asked.

She took his hand. “Follow me.”

He followed her lead, and much to his surprise, there in the sitting room, on a small pillow, was Kevin.

“I adopted him for you,” Selma said. “I think he’s been waiting for you.”

And if on cue, Kevin jumped off the pillow and walked up to him, wagging his tail, and then lifting up.

“I think he wants to be picked up.”

Drago bent down and lifted Kevin into his arms. No one had ever gotten him a present before. He held the dog close to his chest and then turned toward his wife, his woman.

“I love you,” he said.

Her lips fell open, and he gripped the back of her neck, tugged her close, and slammed his lips down on hers.

Kevin nestled into his arm. The little doggy was so small, and Drago loved him as well.

“I love you, Selma.” He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, to see the tears falling down her cheeks. “You’re crying. You don’t want me to love you?”

She pressed a hand to his chest. “Yes, I want you to love me. I just … after what he did, and everything he has done that you know of, how can you love me?”

“You and him are two different people.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I have loved you from the moment I saw you at that party a year ago.”

“You have?” she asked.

“Yes. I had no idea how I could get you, how I could make you mine, and that’s what I wanted. For you to be mine, always.”

“I am yours. I thought about you as well. You just seemed to disappear, and I wanted to talk to you as well. To know your name and who you were.”