Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Obsession?” Benji turned off the TV and set aside the remote. “You could say that. Today he bloodied the car window trying to get to Vice.”
“Then how could he keep himself away from her?” Mom asked. “Once Brett was out of the picture . . .”
Pete scratched his head. “He must’ve used some of that time to clean himself up.” He turned to me. “Is Dmitri off whatever he’d been on?”
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Completely.”
Benji said, “Before you married him, he mentioned issues. Based on the way he acted today, I’m thinking more than drugs.” When I nodded, he said, “So mental issues.”
My sense of loyalty to Dmitri still had a stranglehold on me. I would never specify exactly what he’d struggled with. “He worked on some things over the past year. Then he and I resolved some more.” I think. Who knows what was real? “If you’d talked with him over the last month, you’d just think he was a rich eccentric.”
Karin put her arm around my shoulders. “You told me he sent up all these red flags, but I pushed anyway.”
She had. They all had. Mom had cried, “You’re letting him get away!” But then, none of us had had a choice.
Benji leaned forward. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt, sis, but marrying him was still the right play. You’re rich now. You’ll never have to work again.”
I wanted Dmitri. I wanted my husband. Or the man I’d thought he was.
“No prenup with a known con artist?” Karin shook her head. “What was he thinking?”
“The lawyer said that postnup was legit,” Pete said. “Dmitri’s left himself with a half a billion dollar exposure.”
It’s actually a ton more than that, Pete.
Mom nodded. “For whatever reason, Sevastyan gambled. And he lost.”
They were making Dmitri sound foolish, and even now it got my back up. He might be crazy, but he wasn’t stupid. Just the opposite. He was the most brilliant man I’d ever met. Methodical. Quick to learn—
My eyes widened as realization hit me. I shot to my feet, sucking in a breath.
He did learn! “I see now,” I whispered. “I see so clearly what he did.” Everything began to add up.
“Don’t leave us hanging, Vice,” Benji said.
I started to pace. “He let me catch him.” The fox had never suspected the henhouse was a trap.
“I don’t understand,” Dad said. “What’d he want from you?”
“He wanted us to be together. Married.” Not just wed. Our lives entangled.
And he’d had only so much time to snare me.
People who dated had sex. If he’d denied me much longer, I would’ve gotten even more suspicious. On the other side of the coin, if he’d reacted as he had on our wedding night . . .
He must’ve feared I’d run away screaming.
Plus, his obsession had grown more apparent every hour. He wouldn’t have been able to disguise it much longer. He’d told me, “I’ve never wanted anything so badly, and I knew I would get only one shot at winning you.” No wonder he’d called our courtship grueling. I couldn’t imagine the pressure he’d felt after a year, after all those changes, and all that work.
“Then why not simply romance you?” Mom asked.
My mind raced. “He and I got any issues resolved because I had no choice; I was already in so deep with him. If we’d had a typical courtship, I would’ve bolted at least three times. He knew that; he couldn’t risk that. He thinks I’m his . . . soul mate.”
Karin frowned. “What’re you saying, hon?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “He needed me to ignore the warning signs—and my common sense—and pursue him. He needed my family’s interests to be aligned with his, everyone pushing for marriage. Which meant he needed heat. The cartel threat was a masterstroke.”
“You’ve lost me, my dear,” Gram said.
“He either set up the cartel sting—or he let it roll, capitalizing on it. Don’t you guys see? He was pulling a long con!”
He had learned. From us.
Stunned silence reigned.
I replayed all his actions, seeing them afresh in the logical progression of a con. “After identifying me as his mark, he did his foundation work, cloning my phone and getting rid of any impediments—such as my fiancé. Then he assembled his team.” I turned to Pete. “How did you get your job at the Calydon? Did you use juice?”
“It pretty much fell into my lap. Ohhh . . .” Comprehension dawned on his face. “I thought I’d gotten lucky. Jesus Christ, the Russian positioned me. Me! I was a shill.”
I nodded. “Then came the meet. His sister-in-law said she was surprised when Dmitri recommended they all travel to Vegas. They were unwitting shills as well. He positioned them to orchestrate a memorable first impression. I found them so down to earth and fun; he benefitted just by association.”
And step four? Integration? Dmitri had used gifts and sex to insinuate himself into my life.
Mom turned to Dad with a shocked laugh. “The Kansas City shuffle.”
Dad nodded, looking thunderstruck. “Conning the con artist. I’ll be damned.”
Gram raised her glass. “He outfoxed the foxes, didn’t he?”
Al shot his vodka, then said, “Vee Russian men are vily.”
I gazed from one to the other. “You guys sent Brett to my house to pressure our mark into marrying me. Dmitri used the situation to his advantage, maneuvering me into the crisis.”
“Only one problem,” Benji said. “None of us e-mailed Brett.”
I sank back down on the couch. “Dmitri did it. He could easily have e-mailed from my account.” At my apartment, he’d told me, “This will be the last night I part from you,” because he’d known we would be married the next day. I darted a glance at my ring. He’d had it on ice, just waiting.
“Oh, he’s good,” Mom said. “That ruthless Russian is good.”
Karin said, “Turning down a prenup was his gesture of sacrifice.”
I nodded. “To deepen my trust. He even gave me the ultimatum: tell him yes or tell him good-bye.” He’d conned my entire family. And right now, they looked equally dazed—and admiring.