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Victor was pissed off by the time we cleared customs. It was like standing next to a storm cloud. But I had my own shit to worry about. Victor had stated, the quicker the better in reference to our wedding. I laughed and said it would take some time. As in a few months. He laughed and said I had a month.

"If you ask me again Roslyn, I am going to throw you out that window."

I laughed and it quickly died. Would he really throw me out the window? Probably.

"That's not very nice, I wouldn't throw you out a window."

"You would if you could."

I snorted. He was right, I would never be able to pick him up. I could probably push him out it though.

"Don't even think about it Roslyn."

"Am I that transparent?"

"I know you. Better than you think."

Scary thought.

"I'm going to have to ask you about 'the event' you know."

Victor sighed and ran a hand over his face. Customs, the terminal, no sex. Victor was cranky and pushed to the max.

"Later."

"Okay."

Victor led me to our car. I stopped a few feet away from it. I was staring at a gray, 2012 Lamborghini Murcielago. My jaw hit the floor.

"Victor..."

"What now?" He snarled, and then turned to look at me. His expression softened until he was smiling.

"Like it?"

I opened and closed my mouth a few times and then grinned.

"Can I drive it?"

He raised an eyebrow at me and then his grin got wider.

"Like fast cars baby?"

"Oh yeah."

He hooked a clawed finger at me in a come hither gesture. I did as I was told. He pulled me flush against him and kissed me roughly.

"What will you give me?"

I kissed him back, nipping and sucking on his bottom lip.

"What do you want?"

He grinned lecherously.

"I've got a few things in mind."

"Care to share?"

He pushed me up against the car. Fear and excitement coursed through me. Only Victor could make me feel these things at the same time.

"Victor! There are cameras in here!"

He stopped kissing my neck and looked around. He growled low in his throat and leaned away from me.

"Your going to get it when we get to the mansion."

I went wide eyed.

"I'm all for knocking boots, especially with you. But I think we're going to cause enough of a fallout at the mansion with the announcement. We don't need to make it worse."

Victor snarled at me.

"I don't give a shit about fallout. We're having sex when we get there. Maybe on the way. Period."

I nodded. I figured he would say something to that effect.

"I just wanted you to know where I stand. That's all."

I waited for the ever present, 'I don't give a shit what you think', attitude. But it didn't come.

"Your a shitty liar Roslyn. You worried about the runt."

"So what if I am Victor? He still thinks I'm his mate. He cares for me and I don't want to hurt him."

Victor grabbed me by the throat and slammed me into the side of his car.

"YOUR MY MATE, NOT HIS!"

His grip on my throat was tight enough to crush my esophagus. I clawed at his hand until he released me. I slid down the car to collapse on the ground, wheezing until I healed.

I sat there, with one leg straight and the other bent up so I could rest my head on it.

"Roslyn..."

"Shut up Victor. I don't want to talk right now."

I was sick of talking. He never listened anyways. It was always about him. What he wanted, what he liked or didn't like.

"What did you say to me?"

"You heard me."

"Just wondering if you have enough balls to say it again."

I got up off the cement and wiped away some of the dust that had collected on my jeans. I picked up my suitcase and purse and started walking back towards the terminal.

"Where do you think your going?"

"To rent a car. I don't want to be around you right now. I'll see you at the mansion."

Victor had me by my upper arm before I got very far.

"Roslyn.."

"I just need some alone time, to think."

He didn't let me go. I could see him struggling. He was afraid I was running.

"Drive behind me if you don't trust me."

"Ride with me."

"I don't want to."

"It wasn't a suggestion."

I shook my head. Of course it wasn't. Nothing ever was. I gave him my best glare and started back toward the car. I opened the passenger door and roughly threw my suitcase onto the floor by my feet. I hope it tore the leather.

~70 minutes later~

I was staring out the window when he slammed his hand against the steering wheel hard enough to dent it.

I remained stoic. Let him throw his fits. He crushed my windpipe in a jealous rage. He hit the steering wheel again and I rolled my eyes.

"Is that necessary?"

Victor looked over at me quickly.

"Your talking to me now?"

"I told you I wanted time to think, gather my thoughts."

He snorted and I shrugged. Our engagement was off to a great start.

"Knock it off."

"What?"

"This. Stop ignoring me."

"I'm mad at you."

"For what?"

"You crushed my windpipe!"

He was quiet for a few moments.

"I shouldn't have done that."

"But you did. You hurt me."

"You heal."

"That's not the point! We're supposed to protect each other. Now not only do I have to worry about the outside world, I have to worry about my mate too."

He gripped the steering wheel tight enough to dent it.

"It won't happen again."

I nodded. He was angry, more at himself than me. But I wanted him to know I wouldn't stand for it.

"If it does, then we're done. I won't tolerate it."

He nodded.

"It won't happen again Roslyn."

"Okay."

I believed him. I had too. Love was about faith, about trust.

"We good?"

I nodded and smiled at him.

"Yeah, we're good."

He tapped his finger against his lips a few times. I smiled and leaned over. Victor met me in the middle for a quick kiss.

"Watch the road baby. This car is too expensive to wreak."

He barked out a laugh and shook his head.

"I'll get another one."

That got me thinking.

"I don't know how much money you have Victor, but it seems foolish to wreak a perfectly good car just because you can afford a new one."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I can earn more."

I guess that's a good way to look at it. Wasteful, but it was his money.

"Want to drive now?"

I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.

"Is this your way of apologizing?"

"If it were?"

"Pull over."

Victor smiled and did as I asked. We met at the front of the car.

"Can you drive a stick?"

I gave him my best naughty smile.

"What do you think?"

Victor tossed his head back and laughed deeply. He brought his head down, still chuckling. I loved the way he looked when he was smiling.

"Come here."

Victor grabbed me and pulled me flush up against him. He leaned down and captured my mouth in heat packed kiss.

"No more fighting."

I nodded. I didn't like fighting either.

"Let's get to the mansion."

"Got a craving schatzi?"

I smiled at him.

"Maybe."

I walked around to the driver's side and got in. Excitement coursed through me. Victor got in and I tore off.

"It drives beautifully, but I prefer American Muscle."

He just nodded. I gasped suddenly and his head whipped over to me.

"What?"

"I get to see my car! Logan better have kept it up or I'll kick his ass."

Victor snorted.

"I'm serious. I love that car. If it has so much as a ding in it, I will take it out of his ass."

"You mean I will."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"No. I mean me. I can fight you know."

He nodded his head, but I could tell he was humoring me.

"You and me in the danger room. I'll show you what I can do."

Now he was grinning.

"If you wear one of those leather suits, we might not make it to fighting."

I grinned and shook my head.

"Let's get serious for a second. How do you want to break it to them? Charles will already know. Should I take the ring off, and wait to tell everyone at dinner?"

"No. That ring stays on your finger for the rest of your life. We walk in, they see the ring. We tell them we're getting married. Done."

"Such a way with words!"

One look told me I was playing with fire.

"Okay. How do we handle Logan? He's going to be angry. Mostly at me. But he'll probably attack you."

"I'll beat his ass."

"He's a friend."

"I'll beat his ass, and he'll get over it."

"There's more between you two. I can feel it."

He remained silent until we pulled up to the mansion. I watched the doors open and Charles come out. He was all smiles.

I jumped out of the car and ran over to him. It had been months since I had last seen Charles.

"Hello my dear. I trust you had a good time?"

"I did."

I hugged Charles and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"He is not here, so there is no need to worry about discretion."

That was a relief.

"I have planned a dinner for tonight, a sort of engagement party."

"Thank you Charles."

I looked back for Victor, but he was gone.

"He's brought your luggage in. I think he was hoping for a fight."

"Probably."

"Welcome home Roslyn."