Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake, Carina (novels in english .txt) 📗

“That sounds good.” I stare at him and wonder why he had wine and why he spilled it on himself. “Do you keep extra clothes just lying around?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were jealous.”

“Not in the least. I’m just curious.”

“I do, actually. I hadn’t planned on getting dirty, but sometimes that comes with the business.” I don’t know which business he’s actually referring to, and I’m not going to ask. “So anyway, wife. Any more questions, or can I give you your tablet?”

“You got it for me?” I gasp, shocked by it.

“Of course I did. I couldn’t get you a Kindle, although I can order you one from Amazon, but I was told you can download the app on here and it works the same.” He hands me a Samsung Tab A. “Oh, and you’ll need this to go with it.” He hands me the latest Samsung, or at least I think it is. I don’t know about phones other than the multitude of ads I saw on the bus in the city or on the TV sometimes. I used to have the first Samsung Galaxy they ever made, or at least it felt that way.

“Thank you! I’ve never had a new phone or a tablet before.” I throw my arms around him again today for spoiling me. We might not have a real marriage made from love, but he’s not doing a bad job on some of the aspects of being a husband. It’s better than being trapped doing nothing. At least I think I can play games on this thing.

“That’s much better. I have to leave again, but I will be back around midnight. I picked this up at the store. You can use it to order your books.” It’s a hundred-dollar Amazon gift card. Wow. “Let me know if you need more. I can set up an account. I’ll be back.” He takes my lips fast and hard before rushing back out of the room.

I forgot to ask him about the phone. Then he comes back in. “Oh and there’s no point in calling the cops. They won’t come here to get you, okay?” His mouth is on mine once more before leaving. Damn, I hadn’t even thought about the cops. I set everything down and go back to my book. I guess I’ll be having dinner on my own while he’s out doing God knows what and with who. I don’t think he’s cheating. He’s gone through too much trouble and he’s fucked me way too many times in the past twenty-four hours to need his dick hard again.

I sit on the chaise and continue my book until there’s a knock at the door half an hour later. “Mrs. Serrano, I’m sorry, but dinner is ready. Would you like it served here, in the dining room, or in the kitchen?”

“The kitchen, if you don’t mind.”

“This is your home.”

“I have to remember that.” They have been so nice to me. “I’m coming now.” I take my book and my new gadgets and carry them with me into the kitchen.

9

Victor

I've been out of the house all day, dealing with the new family out there. I couldn’t believe it when I learned who it was. Julio Montoya had the balls to finally go up against me, but what he doesn’t understand is that I have more to lose now than ever, and that means I have something to fight for. I’ll fight to the motherfucking death to protect my Dove.

I can’t prove who set the blaze in my damn vineyard. There are many dirt roads with access to the vineyards. We can’t have it locked up because it brings in the tourists, but now it’s allowed the rats to enter. With a wife and hopefully a baby on the way, I don't want a war, but they've pushed me to the point I must make a decision. A quarter of my vineyard burned to ashes in broad daylight means someone’s going to get their heads lobbed off.

I spent the morning working to evaluate all that we lost. When I finally checked the time, I realized I was fucking late as hell. Fernando rushed me to the store to get Dove’s present. Seeing her jealousy pissed me off. She can call it whatever she wants, but she thought I was out fucking another woman and came home with a different change of clothes. What she doesn’t understand is there could be no one else. I only see her now, and nothing will change that. It’s not love or respect that gets her to distrust me. It’s our lack of it that makes her think that I have nothing else on my mind. I bought her like a prostitute, after all.

When I handed her the phone, I nearly caved, but I have to have a way to get in touch with her and vice versa. I don’t want her to ever think she can’t call me. My number and Fernando’s are the only ones programmed into the phone because I want her to be able to call me whenever.

Damn it. I should have told her that. “Have you heard any movement on the Vitalis’ end?”

“None. I contacted the businesses nearest the entry to the vineyard for any footage.”

“We need to install cameras up and down on all the telecommunication poles.”

“Nothing flashy and nothing that’s going to grab people’s attention. I don’t want it to look like the surveillance at the house.”

My phone rings, and it’s my half sister Maria Luisa. “Are you still coming to your godson’s party?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to bring your lady friend?”

“No. How did you hear about her?”

“I thought it was idle gossip. I didn’t believe it. I can’t believe it. I’m so happy for you. I want to meet her one day, but I won’t push.”

“One day, I will introduce you two. So who told you?”

“We’re women. Word spreads quick. Mi amiga works next to the store and heard about a