Saving His Princess(9)

By: Elisa Leigh



He brushes my hair out of my face and tangles his fingers in it, pulling lightly, so I’m looking at him. “I don’t know how anyone could ever give you up, Princess. I know I sure as hell won’t ever be able to.”

Why does he keep saying these things to me? Each time he does, he adds fire to the flame that’s growing inside me. How could we ever be anything? I’m probably going to be locked away and then deported within the next couple of days. By next week I’ll be back in Russia having lost a year of my life to a naive decision.

“I swear I can read your thoughts as they float across your mind. No matter what happens, I’ll take care of it, okay Lana?”

“You can’t promise me that. You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I know that you’re mine. I know that I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you. You’ll figure out real fast I’m a stubborn asshole and I don’t play well when others try and take what’s mine. Lana, I promise you, there will never come a day when you don’t see my face and feel me next to you. This is new, but I know you’re feeling the same things I am.” He rasps.

He leans down and seals his mouth with mine. Sliding his tongue along my lips, I open, wanting to taste him. He tastes like bacon and coffee and something darker. There’s a part of him that’s wild and untamed, and I want so bad for him to show me.

I get so wrapped up in him devouring my mouth, my heart, my soul, I barely register the incessant ringing. He pulls back, eyes glazed over, and bites his bottom lip. The ringing starts up again, and we both look down at the phone in his pocket. He snatches it up but keeps his eyes locked on mine.

“Hello.”

I watch as he listens to the person on the other end of the call. His look goes from raw need to one of determination.

“Yeah, we’ll be there in about an hour.”

He hangs up and dials another number. “Hey Rock, could you get Chelsea to bring a few changes of clothes for Lana. Yeah, we’ll be at Spanky’s in an hour. Thanks, man.”

He shoves his phone back into his pocket and stares at me a moment before saying anything. “We have to go. You need to talk to someone.”

“I… Today? I thought I’d get at least one day Vince. Please, I’m not ready to go. Just until tomorrow.” Fear sets in and I panic. I know what he said, but all I can think about is men in ICE jackets coming and taking me away.

Holding my face in his palms, he lifts my face toward his. “Easy love. Just talking, then we come right back home, my home. I’ll be with you the whole time. No one is taking you anywhere Princess. You good with that?”

“Yes. I’m good with that.”

“You’re so goddamn brave.” He says before kissing me fast then leading us back to the house.





Chapter Seven

Vince




She’s been away for me for all of ten minutes, and I’m starting to twitch. I know she’s with Chelsea and Emersen, changing into the clothes Chelsea brought for her, but I need her. I need her next to me, so I know she’s safe. I would have taken the clothes and walked into the bathroom with her myself if it weren’t for the Lady Posse demanding I stay here. I don’t know what it is about those women, but they seem to get whatever the hell they want. They have a way of stringing our balls up tight and getting us to do whatever they say.

I’m barely listening to Rock and Pres asking Triton questions about what he found out when Emersen and Chelsea come walking in. I’m about to ask where Lana is when she walks in behind them wearing skintight jeans and a sweater that hangs off one of her shoulders. She can’t be wearing a bra with it, and it makes me crazy knowing others will see her without one. I march up to her, grab her hand and walk her out of the Steel Daggers meeting room.

“What the hell are you wearing? Why don’t you have a bra on?”

My princess transforms in front of my eyes from a scared beautiful flower to a flaming temptress. “I’m sorry, I must not have heard you right.”

Getting up in her face I lean down, so we’re on the same level. “You heard me. Now tell me why you aren’t wearing one.”

I back up when she starts going off on me in Russian. I fold my arms and wait her out, leaning against the opposite wall in the hallway. When she finally settles down, she takes a deep breath and speaks to me in English. “The only bra I had was uncomfortable. The girls told me it was okay if I didn’t wear one. I didn’t think it would bother you if I didn’t.”

Walking to her I lean down and kiss her exposed shoulder. “I don’t like other men seeing your beautiful skin. I’m sorry Princess. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t want anyone looking at you, thinking they could have you.”

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