As if sensing he harbored dirty thoughts, Eve cast him a suspicious look from the kitchen.
Vadim smiled, which seemed to unnerve her. He checked his phone instead and discovered Gustav had contacted him, discreetly inquiring about how he was enjoying the payment. He typed a quick response, which cut him to his soul, but it was necessary to maintain the lie. No one would trace his connection to Eve. Neither would anyone come to the conclusion she meant the world to him.
Vadim:I’ve used the bitch up and discarded her. Do you need to see the remains?
Vadim sent Gustav a photo of old gravesite he dug up weeks ago at another job.
Gustav:Let me know when you’re done with your holiday. I could use a good man like you again.
Semi-retired. That was the word he’d tossed around in different circles before taking on Gustav’s job. Vadim walked over to the desk by the wall, opened the drawer, and took out the thick binder containing information about his plans.
Moments later, Eve placed two plates on the table, containing perfectly good eggs and bacon. She looked at the binder.
“What’s this?”
“Later, after we eat.”
She frowned, but didn’t ask again.
“Don’t worry,” she commented when he scooped up a generous portion of eggs. “I didn’t poison your food.”
He ate the eggs. Flavor exploded in his mouth. “It’s good.”
“Cooking is kind of a stress release for me. I can’t be like Clarissa. I wasn’t good for anything other than being a bargaining chip, but no one complained when I made breakfast on Sundays.”
He snarled at that, making her jump. Vadim had always known her family belittled her, treated Eve and her sister differently. It pissed him off why her own flesh and blood couldn’t see what he did—a fucking gorgeous woman with steel in her backbone and a will of unbreakable iron. Who else could sit down with her captor for breakfast?
Oh, he knew he hadn’t won her completely yet. Eve was probably concocting plans in her head, better ways to escape him, but he wouldn’t allow that to happen. Vadim didn’t need to use physical restraints to chain her down. He had a better weapon in mind, one that involved a lot of physical contact. Once he owned her body, her heart wouldn’t be far behind.