Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“She’s not, though. Yeah, she is not this wow-in-your-face beauty, but she’s pretty, and trust me, a lot of guys would kill to be with her,” I said. I happened to really like Freya. She was real. Against all odds, she was real.
But there was something about her that kept striking me as ... familiar. I thought I was going crazy, and I kept looking at her. I’m pretty sure I freaked her out with how much I looked at her. I had the evidence in my hands.
“Twenty-five years ago, a woman was raped by a member of the Volkov Bratva.” I looked at Ivan. “That woman got pregnant. Now, rumor has it, this guy kept her for himself, he wanted a special child because he was obsessed with this woman. Again, all rumor and speculation. Until she ran away. She found a weak spot, and she got away. I just don’t know how this woman ended up in the hands of Harris.”
I handed Ivan Volkov the DNA results that I had taken of Freya Harris, and himself. They were a match. Or, at least a close match.
Freya Harris was the half-sister of Ivan Volkov and with how Harris had suddenly disappeared, I had a feeling he knew it. It made a lot of sense. It also explained why he was very secretive with Freya.
Ivan took the results from me and stared at them. “How did you get my blood?”
“It wasn’t hard. You share the same strain of DNA. You have the same fathers but I’m guessing different mothers. You wouldn’t have even been around when this happened,” I said. “My guess is, when you approached Harris, he panicked. Gave you Freya, and then when he realized you didn’t have a clue, arranged to have her killed.”
I looked at The Beast who simply stared at me. He did that a lot, and it always pissed me off. Now I had to wonder if I owed Freya an apology. Ivan and Freya shared similar features. It was one of the reasons it kept bothering me.
“My sister?” Ivan asked.
“Yes, and she doesn’t have a clue.”
“How does this help with The Grid?” The Beast asked.
“This is new evidence and if The Grid goes after a Volkov, that will have the entire Bratva after them. They have no choice but to consider the hit. It will bide us some time. Not a lot, but enough, unless they are aware of who Freya is and this is part of their plan,” I said.
The Grid did not give a fuck about anyone or anything. They were monsters, or at least they dealt in monster deals. I intended to bring them all the fuck down, once and for all. It was just going to take some time. I had to find Harris. Killing him would be one of the solutions. I wanted to kill that son of a bitch so badly.
Ivan kept staring down at the results I had given him. His expression was unreadable. There was so much I wanted to ask him, but I stayed completely silent.
Freya had family. Real family.
I didn’t know if Ivan even wanted to know his little sister.
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Freya
Time was moving fast, but as I looked down at the test results, I couldn’t believe it.
“So, Harris is not my dad?” I asked.
“No,” Ivan said.
I had rarely spoken to Ivan Volkov. We had danced at the wedding, but from what I had been told, he danced with all new brides. He was my brother, or my half-brother. My mother was dead, and my father had kidnapped me from my family. Although, it was the same family that was also dead. The only one alive was Ivan. My real family was as bad as my fake family.
“Do you hate me?” I asked, turning to look at Ivan.
“No, I don’t hate you,” Ivan said. He ran fingers through his hair. “If I had known, I might not have let you marry Victor.”
This made me chuckle. “Does that mean you want me to divorce him?”
Ivan shook his head. “Unless you want to.”
Victor was outside, and I glanced toward where I saw him standing, hands in his pockets, looking out over the ocean. Did I want to divorce this man? At first, I thought, hell, yes, I want to. I didn’t want to stay married to him, but at the same time, he helped me make sense of everything.
“Can you ask me another time?” I asked.
Ivan laughed. “Victor has that way about him.”
“I ... uh, I don’t know what to say to you. It’s not ... I don’t ... we’re not...”
Ivan put a hand on top of mine. “You don’t need to tell me more. I get it. Victor is a hard man, and he will not allow himself to be open with anyone. Vulnerability to him is a weakness. Trust me, there is a guy in there that you are going to love.”