Vlad ushered her into the passenger side of his sleek Mercedes and then slid into the drivers seat. Throwing it in gear, he roared down the driveway. Jane wondered where they were going that he would drive himself without his usual armed escort. She was glad though. Strangely, she felt that she wanted to keep this more light-hearted Vlad to herself today.Jane started to get excited when she realized they were heading toward the marina. She turned to him with a broad grin. "A boat!" she announced.Vlad chuckled, "Yes, detective, a yacht."Jane clapped her hands together, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "I've never been on a boat before!"Vlad looked over at her, taking in her flushed, happy features and couldn't help himself from reaching out for her hand and squeezing it. "It will be my pleasure then to be the first to take you out."Jane sighed happily as Vlad maneuvered the Mercedes into a parking spot. "I suppose marrying a rich man will have its perks after all. I get half
Vlad had hoped that their time on his yacht would be the beginning of a peaceful marriage. Knowing Jane as he did, he should have known better. The woman was built for battle and made a point of letting him know she thought of their marriage as a mockery, despite weeks of passionate nights where he proved to her that they were very much married. He was rapidly reaching the end of his patience with his conflicted younger wife, who would show caring one moment and then bare her murderous claws at him the next.Vlad entered the dining room at the usual time. Jane, who was beginning to learn his preferred schedule, stood waiting for him. As usual she didn't look up or acknowledge him. But she was present, which was progress. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of ducking his affectionate greeting and turning her back on him. Vlad's normally cool temper soared into a rage. No one turned their back on him while he commanded their attention, least of all his wife.Vlad gripped her arm tight
"You will learn Jane," he said huskily, approaching her from behind. She tried to twist her head around to look at him, but her silky hair fell forward blocking her view. "Until I'm certain you are going to be an obedient wife who will not attack her husband with little provocation.""Fuck obedience," she snapped, anger flaring in her once more.Vlad chuckled. "Yes, Jane. I intend to fuck the obedience into you. It seems to be the only way to keep you in check. Now be a good girl and stop talking before you make things worse for yourself."Jane's opinion of him became louder and angrier. Vlad brought his hand down on her ass cheek in a hard smack, causing her to jump. Instead of quieting her though, her objections became louder until she was insisting he untie her so she could attempt to 'kick his ass' with more success than she had minutes before. Vlad reached down and picked up her thong from the floor. He tore the delicate fabric with ease and then reached over to pick up a cloth
As Jane drifted around the ornate dining room, every muscle in her body denoting restlessness, she failed to notice her husband standing in the entrance way watching her. Vlad had known this would be an inevitability. Jane had been raised from birth in an atmosphere of busy work and hard labour. When she'd moved to the city she had turned her relentless drive to police work. Then to PI work.He wished that she could just devote herself to being the pampered wife of a wealthy man. Unfortunately, even Vlad couldn't picture her spending her days shopping and redecorating the mansion. Jane would never be happy playing it safe and living under constant guard where his enemies couldn't reach her. Which was too bad, because he could not allow her to put herself in danger. At least she had settled down a little more, since their dining room battle several days earlier, and stopped fighting him at every turn. At least physically."Lovely as always," he said, stepping into the room and drawing
"Vlad, no!" she gasped, a delightful shade of pink flushing across her delicate features. "Do you really think they saw us the other day?""I have no doubt," he said cheerfully, kicking the bedroom door open and tossing her on the bed, enjoying the abandoned sprawl she ended up in. "There is an open archway, in which anyone can wander through and back out discreetly.""Fuck, Vlad!" she gasped, giggling as he pulled off her flat shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. Next, he unzipped her jeans and began tugging them over her legs. "I'll never be able to look at those people again, let alone discuss meals with them.""Do you wish me to replace the staff?" he asked, yanking her shirt over her head."No!" she said quickly. "Don't you dare!""It is better than having them killed, do you not think so, love?" he asked seriously, pulling her legs wide and kneeling between her spread thighs."Vlad! That's horrible, don't say things like that!"He chuckled. "Then I will leave their fat
"This is where you grew up?" Mack asked, his tone skeptical.Jane had him stop the car on the outskirts of her parent's farm. They'd entered Amish land several miles ago. Mack had sworn at his first sight of a horse and buggy causing Jane to erupt in laughter. He'd nearly swerved into the ditch, cranking his head around to stare in disbelief."Yes," Jane said smiling, "This is where I was born and raised until I left when I was sixteen."Jane brought her hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, but the bright light sparkling off her new diamond ring caught her attention. She hadn't expected Vlad to gift her with such a traditional symbol of marriage. The tough Russian was an unpredictable mix of old fashioned and not giving a fuck about societal conventions. The ring was three gold bands intertwined in a knot with a gorgeous blue diamond nestled in the centre surrounded by smaller white diamonds. Before Jane could climb up into the cab of Mack's truck, Vlad had taken hold o
When Jane entered the shadows of the barn, the familiar smell of hay and warm livestock hit her, sending her back sixteen years. She closed her eyes and stood still, simply enjoying the nostalgia. She hadn't thought it was possible for her to miss any part of this life. She knew when she left on her Rumspringa that she wouldn't be back. Her parents had known it too. Her father had hugged her for a long time, while her mother had taken Lucy by the hand and firmly walked away from the daughter she'd never understood. Jane had left and moved to the city. She changed her surname in an effort to distance herself with anything Amish to one of her favourite characters, a woman detective named McKinley, in a novel series she had smuggled into the house as a teenager.Jane had never felt like she belonged in the community. She was small and dark-haired while most of the others had light hair. Jane had been an inquisitive, nosy child and was never content to be left behind while there was an adv
He didn't know why he followed the girl. Maybe it was her resemblance to Jane though she was taller and curvier with lighter hair, the resemblance was undeniable. She also shared an aura of innocence and vulnerability with her older sister. Where they differed was in Jane's toughness and ability to take care of herself. Lucy was softer, an easier target. Mack hadn't liked the way she had glanced furtively around after the boy, Matthew, had left seconds earlier, and then excused herself from her family to hurry after him.Jane had been deep in discussion with some women she had formerly associated with. They had been fascinated by her dark, gothic looks and the massive rock her husband had placed on her finger. It'd been amusing to watch the vacillation between disapproval and envy on their faces. Jane's parents had sat in discomfort as the community stiffly acknowledged one of their fallen sheep. He was beginning to understand the difference between shunning and disconnection from t