“Let’s cross that bridge when we get there,” Massimo answers. “If we get there. Maybe you’ll find something in Jude’s files about him. Until then we deal with the present threat.”
I nod my agreement at that, but in the spirit of being open minded I think I should point something out.
“Guys, If he’s alive they’re going to be keeping him alive for a big reason. That’s the way the Order work. If Olivia was telling the truth about that, then it will definitely be of benefit. Which mean there’ll be something about him that benefits them. If they already have the company wealth, it’s going to be his skills they’re after.”
That was something else I thought about.
“We’ll bear that in mind. What about the girl? Don’t you think we should keep her somewhere more secured?”
He’s talking about the dungeons where you don’t see the light of day.
She’d have chains on her hands and feet at all times and it wouldn’t be like what I did.
“No, I’ll be keeping her with me.”
* * *
More images of Olivia Markov fill my computer screen.
When I got home, I went straight back to working on Jude’s files.
This is where it took me, right to the mysterious platinum-haired beauty who keeps making my cock hard. Olivia Markov, Phillipe’s estranged daughter no one knew about.
My search began with a check through Jude’s emails and I hacked his phone so I could see if he’d started looking for Olivia.
The fucker definitely has and is sending the rescue party to L.A. to look for her.
When I saw one message with the orders to look for anyone powerful enough to take Olivia and kill his top bodyguards it’s clear he doesn’t have a clue where she is, and he didn’t send her to kill me.
She really must have come looking for me just as she said.
The message also excused Maksim and Ilya.
It didn’t, however, change any of my plans, nor my suspicion of betrayal from the past.
The images of her were what I stumbled across next, and I only took note because there were so many fucking folders dedicated to her, each arranged by year and her age right from when she was ten.
From what I’ve seen so far, I can definitely conclude Jude Kuzmin is one sick motherfucker who’s been obsessed with Olivia for years.
There are images throughout the years as she grew older. And images that focused on her body, especially her breasts. The kind only a fucking pervert would have. She was only a little girl in a whole bunch of them. It was fucking disturbing to look at.
I highly doubt she knew about them. Or anybody else for the matter.
It’s clear from the way she looks in each picture that she didn’t even know the pictures were being taken.
The folder I’m in now has four thousand images in there. All from when she was sixteen. And they’re all naked pictures. They seem to be in her bathroom at home.
As I look, I get that protective feeling again I shouldn’t have.
The man was obsessed with her, fucking obsessed. My guess is he didn’t just want the company with this marriage, he absolutely wanted her too.
Fuck knows what he would do if he ever knew she was in my home wearing nothing but my shirt on the body he’s obsessed over for more than a decade.
I flick to one lone picture in a folder by itself and narrow my eyes when I look at it. It’s of her with her grandfather. She’s wearing a little pink dress and she’s smiling. The picture doesn’t seem to fit in with others, but the more I look the more I realize it actually does.
The prick was trying to capture moments of her, anything he could from her. This image captured a heartwarming smile.
Something I haven’t seen yet on her face. As I look, I wonder what would make her smile and what she was smiling about that day with her Grandfather.