Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Perfect,” he said.
“What should we call her?” Morgan asked.
“What would you like to call her?”
“My precious,” she said.
Carver smiled. “You can call her Precious.”
The little pup did a cute little doggie yawn, paws outstretched, and opened her small eyes.
“What should we name you?” she asked, kissing the top of the little pup’s head. She looked into her tiny dog’s eyes, and then it came to her. “Roxy,” she said. “That’s her name.”
“Roxy?” Carver asked.
“Yep.”
“Don’t you think that is a little … strong of a name. I feel like a Rottweiler would have that name.”
Morgan laughed. “This is perfect because beneath her weak-looking exterior there is a Roxy there. A Rottweiler in disguise.” She kissed the top of Roxy’s head and knew it was perfect.
“Then Roxy it is. Hello, Roxy,” Carver said.
He was so sweet with her. He reached out to stroke her paw and was so gentle with her. Morgan fell a little more in love with this beast of a man.
“Come on, it’s time for you to get some breakfast,” he said.
He put his hands on her shoulders and walked her toward the breakfast table. She sat down, expecting Carver to take his usual position, but he took several steps away. When he returned, she saw why. In his hands were a tiny dog bed, a few toys, and some blankets.
“This is to get you started,” he said.
Morgan didn’t want to put Roxy down, but she also knew she couldn’t spend the rest of her life holding her. She wanted to, but that wouldn’t do any good. She placed the little pup on the bed, and at first Roxy was very shy, then settled down. She placed the small blanket on top of her, as the tiny pup seemed to be shaking a little, and she didn’t want her to get cold.
Lifting up, she looked toward Carver and smiled at him. “Thank you,” she said.
“You can have everything you want,” he said. “All you have to do is ask.”
She was tempted to ask him if she could have his love, but she didn’t want to spoil the moment they were sharing. This had been an incredible morning. In fact, every morning, waking up as Carver’s wife, within his world, had been wonderful.
Her parents bringing her here had been the best decision they had made for her. She wondered if they even knew before Carver had killed them, that they were sending her to a good life, or if they even cared.
It no longer mattered. They were gone, and she was happy.
And she had Carver, as well as Roxy.
****
Carver stared into the game room where Morgan and Roxy were playing. The little dog had become part of their world very fast, not that he had any problem with that. She stayed in the corner of their room at night, and the first night had been a pain, but Morgan had told him what to do.
They were supposed to ignore her cries for attention. He hated to say it, but he found that difficult. A great deal of his life was spent torturing people—chaining them up, beating the shit out of them, hurting them—getting information out of them by any means possible. He’d listened to many people promise him millions, billions, willing to do whatever he wanted. None of it had mattered to him. Yet, he hadn’t been able to deal with tiny little Roxy, crying for attention.
Of course, he had responded. Morgan had laughed as he picked little Roxy up and carried her down to take her out.
Morgan hadn’t stayed in bed, so for a good hour on the first night, they had stood out in the freezing cold, wrapped in blankets, waiting for Roxy to do her business. What did Roxy do? Play in the snow. She had on a tiny sweater, and Morgan had insisted on her wearing her little shoes. Again, he didn’t complain, because the truth was, she was so freaking cute.
They did the same the second night. By the third night, Roxy must have gotten bored, because she slept the whole night through. Even as he made love to his wife.
He watched her now, how sweet and tender she was. Her family hadn’t destroyed her, and for that he was grateful.
“You wanted me, sir,” Andy said, coming into the room.
“I want you to alert everyone to keep an eye out for any suspicious movements on the property. I no longer want deliveries at the door. Everything must be checked at the gate,” Carver said.
“Yes, sir.”
After the death of Rigel and a couple of other investors, the tables had turned on Romone. His enemies were coming after him, and Carver knew it was only a matter of time before Romone came for him. He was betting on it.
Carver didn’t play a cat-and-mouse game. He wasn’t going to leave to go hunting. He’d allow Romone to come and do the work.