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Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I call Viktor. He picks up on the first ring. “She’s awake. It was his son; he’s planning on killing us tonight.” I hang up, not hearing his response.

I talk to Mama a little bit more about the break-in when the door busts open and Viktor strides in. Penelope tenses on my lap. She came over here once I settled down after Mama woke up in the first place. “Damien and three carloads of soldiers are on the way here. Let’s lead them to your place, D. It’s the most secure place since you have cameras everywhere,” he states, glancing at Penelope and looking away.

They’ve been in a silent beef since he ditched her. She won’t get over it, and I understand why. She was promised something, and he broke it, like everyone else has broken their promises to her.

I made him apologize to her and pinky promise to teach her how to ride a bike once she’s ready. Neither of them had a choice on that because I told Viktor he was going to, whether he liked it or not, and if Penelope wanted a bike, she needed to learn from Viktor, and only Viktor.

“I want ten people on Mama, and that’s a fucking minimum. I’ll be dead before someone hurts her again, and even then, she should die of old age before I die,” I grunt, making my point clear.

“Okay. They should be here within two hours, then we can go back to your place and set up a plan. What about Penelope?” he asks, looking over at her.

“She’ll come with me,” I say, tone laced with venom. " It’s going to be safer with us than anyone else.” Viktor sighs, but nods his head in agreement.

“Just please be safe, my boys,” Mama says, uncertainty lacing her voice. “And my girl,” she says as she looks at Penelope. Pride swarms my heart at Mama’s acceptance of her.

She is lovely, she would make a great wife.

Mama’s voice plays in my head. She would make a good wife. And I plan to make her just that, sooner, rather than later.

Two hours later, we get a text that all the men have arrived. I sent ten of them to guard Mama’s room and check on her every once in a while. There are two inside, three outside the door, and the other five are scattered throughout her hall.

I decide it’s best for us to all take the same car, Viktor watching our surroundings as I drive to the penthouse. I do hear his complaints the entire way about how it’s unfair that Penelope gets to sit in the front seat. I just tell him to shut the fuck up, and he doesn’t.

When we get inside, I lock Penelope in a closet, much to her protest, so Viktor and I can sweep the entire penthouse, looking for any sign of entry or unwanted people in here.

Luckily, we came up with nothing, and I let Penelope out of the closet. She glares at me the whole ten-foot walk to my office. She’s so fucking cute when she’s mad. I just want to fuck it out of her.

I know, not the best thing to bring her up here when we want to sweep the place, but the guys aren’t here yet, and I’m not leaving her downstairs unprotected.

I would leave her with a gun, but I’d be scared she’d shoot herself before someone else. I don’t know what she thinks of everything. I don’t know if she still has those thoughts to hurt herself, and I don’t want to take any chances of losing her.

I sit down in my chair behind the desk, and Viktor takes a seat in front of it. Penelope plops into the chair next to him. “No, Moss. Come here.” I crook a finger at her, and she listens, like such a good fucking girl.

Once she’s in reach, I circle my arms around her waist and pull her to sit down on my lap. I see Viktor roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye, and I flip him the bird.

“Okay, lovebirds, we have shit to talk about,” Viktor complains.

“What could we even do? I mean, we know NOTHING about this attack!” I exclaim, feeling frustrated with the situation. Penelope tenses under me, and I immediately feel guilty. I caress the small of her back, and she relaxes under my fingertips. It makes my ego larger when she relaxes under me.

“All we can do is wait. I know it’s not the answer you want, but it’s the only one I have. We don’t even know what his son looks like. We have no experience with this man besides the goons he will send every once in a while,” Viktor says, holding my stare.

A loud crash spooks Penelope on my lap, Viktor and I’s heads shooting to the closed door we sit in front of. He looks back at me, mouthing ‘what the fuck was that’.

I shake my head and shrug my shoulders in an I don’t know stance. We hear someone shout a curse word in the living room, Viktor standing up at the noise, hand on the gun he has on his hip.

I slide Penelope off me, making her kneel and shoving her under the desk. “Don’t make a noise, please, baby.” Her eyes are wide with fear, and not the fear I want to see in them. I tiptoe to the other side of the desk, taking my gun out of its holster and standing in a slightly crouched position as Viktor walks closer to the door. I grab my mask and slip it on, heart pounding so loud I bet whoever is out there can fucking hear it.

My heart skips a beat when Viktor reaches for the door, fingers gripping it lightly and twisting it open just the smallest crack. He peeks out before nodding me over, and I crouch-walk over, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

He opens the door more, crouch-walking out, whipping his gun from side to side to see everywhere. I follow him as we crouch-walk down the hallway, Viktor seeing into the living room before me.

He stands up in an annoyed way, holstering his gun. “Are you guys fucking kidding me?” he growls, and I stand up straight, putting my gun away as well.

I walk further up the hall to see my men all crouched over a broken pot, looking like a caught dog. “You guys are fucking adults, act like it. And you need to let me know before you come up here. I thought you guys were Adrian’s son and his goons,” I growl, my anger rising from these fucking fools.

I storm back to my office, throwing my mask back on the desk, hearing Viktor bitch at them. Penelope is still under my desk, her fearful eyes full of tears. I sit in my chair, looking down at her. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby,” I rasp. I would love to see her pink pouty lips wrapped around my cock. What they look like when she’s sucking me. My cock hardens in my jeans, the indent being evident quickly.

Her innocent eyes bore into mine, begging for something, anything. She scoots forward, her small hands sliding up my thighs until both cover my steel hard cock. Fuck me, this girl is so perfect.