Love Thy Enemy

  Love thy Enemy

  Red Stone Security Series

  Katie Reus

  She refuses to trust him.

  Red Stone Security employee Dominique Castle knows all too well that there are people in this world she just can’t trust. After losing both her parents, Dominique keeps her distance from anyone tied to her past—especially the man she’s hated for years. And Viktor Ivanov isn’t going to change her mind about who he really is—no matter how determined the infuriatingly sexy Russian is.

  He’s determined to win her over.

  She may hate him and not trust him, but Viktor is determined to crack through Dominique’s icy exterior one way or another—even if it means taking the game into his own hands. With a past like Viktor’s, he’s made more than a few enemies along the way—enemies who’ll stop at nothing to take him down. When Viktor realizes Dominique’s life is in danger because of him, he’ll stop at nothing to protect her—whether she likes it or not. Now it’s up to Dominique to trust the one man who’s linked to the agony of her past. Can she find a way to love the enemy she always loathed?

  Love Thy Enemy

  Red Stone Security Series

  Copyright © 2016 Katie Reus

  Cover Art by Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs

  Editor: Julia Ganis, JuliaEdits.com

  Digital Formatting by Author E.M.S.

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  ISBN: 9781942447498

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  About LOVE THY ENEMY

  Copyright

  Dear Readers

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Thank You for Reading

  Acknowledgments

  Complete Book List

  About the Author

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  Dedication

  For my wonderful sister.

  Prologue

  Six years ago

  “Mom!” Dominique called out as she shut the front door of the crappy two-bedroom duplex they lived in behind her. She hated this place, hated that they’d had to move here after her dad’s gambling debts had taken everything from them. Thanks to nonexistent insulation, she was pretty sure their new neighbors were dealing drugs too.

  Everything was surprisingly quiet now, but it was noon. She figured the jerks next door were probably sleeping off a bender.

  Her mom hadn’t been answering any of Dominique’s texts, though. And that wasn’t like her. Not to mention her mom had missed work yesterday, according to the owner of the restaurant she waited tables at. When he hadn’t been able to get a hold of her mom, he’d called Dominique, worried. The older man had taken both of them under his wing and had been trying to find them a better place to live.

  Since she’d just graduated high school yesterday Dominique had celebrated by staying over at her best friend’s house last night instead of coming home. The thought of coming back here had been too depressing and her mom had been okay with it. She’d said she was headed to work and that Dominique should have fun. For the first time in a long time she’d actually seemed happy.

  They’d even talked about moving out of this place soon. Dominique had been saving from her part-time afterschool job and her mom had picked up extra shifts at work so they finally had enough to find somewhere safer.

  “Mom!” she called again as she reached the living room. An empty bottle of cheap red wine was on the coffee table along with an empty bottle of pills. Xanax.

  Panic punched through her as she raced down the hallway to her mom’s room. Her mom had struggled with depression over the last six months. Understandably.

  But Dominique had thought things were different now. Her mom had seemed so freaking happy yesterday… She stopped in her tracks outside her mom’s open bathroom door.

  The water in the tub was…dark. Red. Her mom’s head was laid back against the wall, her eyes closed, her face unnaturally gray and one arm draped over the side of the tub. Dried crimson streaks trickled down the outside of the tub and stained the square black and white tiles.

  Bile rose in her throat as terror streaked through her. She tried to force her legs to move, but couldn’t cross the threshold into the bathroom.

  “Mom?” The word just slipped out even though she knew her mom couldn’t hear her.

  She wasn’t stupid. She knew her mom was dead. She wasn’t breathing and that blood was from slit wrists. Stepping back, Dominique lost it, all the contents of her breakfast coming back up and onto the floor until she was on her hands and knees, sobbing and dry heaving.

  When she eventually found the energy she crawled away from the doorway opening and collapsed back against the wall. With trembling fingers she managed to dial her older cousin Quinn. He’d been a cop and now worked for some big deal security company. She wanted him to help, not some random strangers, and she knew he’d call the police.

  Her mom had cut that side of the family out of their lives because she’d been ashamed of how ‘far we’ve fallen,’ as she’d put it. It was stupid and Dominique didn’t care about any of that right now. She needed help. She needed family.

  She needed her mom not to be dead.

  When Quinn answered the phone she lost it and started sobbing again.

  She’d thought her dad dying was the worst thing that could have happened, but this was way worse. Her mom had chosen to take her own life, leaving Dominique all alone in the world.

  Chapter 1

  Viktor Ivanov could barely hear what his acquaintance was saying as he stared at the tall blonde beauty he’d seen talking to various employees of Red Stone Security. She had a body made for pleasure and right now all he could envision was burying his face between her thighs, listening to the sounds she made as he made her come over and over.

  He’d never had such a visceral reaction to anyone before—and he’d been with his share of beautiful women. Lately not so much, as even sex had started to become more of the same. That was what happened, he supposed, since he only employed escorts for sex anyway.

  He managed to get in a few grunts of acknowledgement until Abram, his business partner/half-brother, subtly
stepped on his foot.

  Blinking, he turned back to Shane Hollis—the man who’d been bothering him the last ten minutes with inane conversation about an investment opportunity. The truth was, he didn’t give a shit what this guy said. He wasn’t going to do business with Hollis. He’d already bought some of the man’s restaurants a year ago because Hollis couldn’t manage his money. The trust-fund baby liked drugs too much, something Hollis didn’t think Viktor knew.

  Tonight Viktor had simply been trying to be civil because that’s what normal people did. They behaved in certain ways because it was socially acceptable.

  He hated it the majority of the time but he was a businessman. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stand most people. He could put on an act. Most of the time anyway.

  Tonight he couldn’t stop staring at the curvy woman with legs that seemed to go on for miles. He wondered if she worked for Red Stone. Or maybe she was just friendly with the wives of the brothers who ran the company because he’d seen her talking to Elizabeth Martinez Caldwell a lot. Lizzy, as her friends called her, came from a very wealthy, influential family and she’d married one of the Caldwell brothers a couple years ago. They’d just had a kid not long ago too, something he remembered seeing in his files—because he kept files on anyone in the city who was important.

  “She is not for you,” Abram murmured next to him.

  He blinked and realized he’d been staring again and that he and Abram were alone once more. Hollis must have left, thank fuck. If Viktor hadn’t just invested in a new restaurant—that had a big display here tonight—he wouldn’t even be here at the Celebration of Chefs. “Who?”

  “Don’t pretend. You and half the men here tonight are watching her. She works for Red Stone, I hear. She’s not for you.” Abram shook his head. “That kind of woman…she wouldn’t look twice at men like us.”

  Viktor just grunted, dismissing his brother’s words. The owners of Red Stone were fucking Boy Scouts and the people they hired were the same. That didn’t mean he couldn’t speak to the woman. Talking was harmless.

  Mesmerized, he drank in the sweet lines of her body as she waved at a friend and said goodbye to the people she was talking to. When he saw her headed to speak to a couple he knew—the man, anyway—he straightened.

  In her heels she was over six feet tall, a virtual goddess. Most women with that much height would choose to wear shorter heels, but she clearly owned who she was. He could see it in every confident step she took. Those curves were enough to make a man want to lock a woman down for a marathon of sex. And a woman who looked like that—he didn’t think any sane man would want to let her go.

  If she truly worked for Red Stone, it was…annoying. Maybe she was a former spook like the founder and one of his sons. She was young though, under thirty. Maybe even closer to twenty-five. It was difficult to tell.

  When Rhys Maxwell, one of the people she’d been talking to, broke away from her and another woman, Viktor headed in Rhys’s direction. He stopped next to the British businessman at a display of champagne glasses.

  “Maxwell,” he murmured, nodding politely.

  The other man smiled, nodded. “Ivanov. Surprised you’re here. Thought you hated stuff like this.”

  “Just bought a restaurant.”

  “Ah, that makes sense.” Maxwell’s gaze turned back to the two women, his interest in the shorter brunette clear. Unfortunately for Maxwell, Viktor was fairly certain the woman didn’t plan on sleeping with him. He was good at reading people and her body language screamed she wasn’t interested.

  “Is that the same woman you brought to the last event?”

  Maxwell turned to look at him, his expression turning slightly possessive. “Yes.”

  “Who is her friend?” The words came out harsher than he’d intended, but he wanted to know.

  Maxwell blinked, seemed to relax at the question. “Ah, one of Raegan’s friends. They work together.” He tilted his head in their direction. “I’ll introduce you.”

  A burst of anticipation hummed through him as they headed over, but as they started walking, the blonde darted away and into the crowd, moving with clear purpose. He was surprised by the disappointment that slid through his veins.

  As they reached the brunette, he said, “Who is your friend?” The question came out demanding and he had to remind himself about those stupid social niceties, to act normal.

  Maxwell cleared his throat, looked slightly annoyed at him. “Ah, Viktor, this is Raegan. She works for Red Stone Security. I believe you have some acquaintances in common.”

  He turned to look fully at the woman. She had an innocent quality to her and he could see he frightened her. Or at least made her nervous. He did that a lot to people without meaning to. It was his size. He was six foot five and big all over. He hid most of his tattoos, but some still peeked out and he couldn’t do anything about the ones on the backs of his hands. Not that he gave a shit what people thought of him. Hell, most of the time he used his size and appearance to his advantage, especially in business. But he didn’t want to frighten random women.

  “It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled politely, held out a hand and was careful to shake her smaller hand gently.

  “It’s nice to meet you too.” There was a wariness in her gaze as she eyed him before she dropped his hand and turned to her date. “Will you give me a few minutes?” she murmured to Maxwell.

  Viktor’s business acquaintance gave her a soft smile. “Of course.”

  Once she’d disappeared into the crowd as well, he turned back to Maxwell. “She doesn’t seem like your type.” Much too innocent and soft. And if the rumors were true, Maxwell had a darker side to him, liked rougher sex.

  “She’s just a friend,” Maxwell said through gritted teeth.

  Ah, so she was definitely not sleeping with him.

  “She’s Keith Caldwell’s niece,” Maxwell added.

  Well that was interesting. He made a note to find out more about her. Anyone related to the Caldwells would be important enough to keep on his radar. Especially since Harrison Caldwell owed Viktor a favor. One he’d been sitting on for many years. Frowning, he wondered if she was the woman Porter Caldwell had contacted him about—the one who’d been drugged at one of Viktor’s clubs. He dismissed the thought for now. He’d see when he reviewed the video footage.

  “Who is the blonde she was talking to?” There was no point in pretending he didn’t want to know. Not when he was certain Maxwell had figured out the only reason he’d approached the Brit was for an introduction. Even if they had mutual acquaintances, they weren’t friends and didn’t move in the same social circles.

  “Name’s Dominique. Works for Red Stone, but I’m not sure what she does.” He lifted a shoulder, clearly not interested in the woman.

  Which soothed something jagged and unexpected inside Viktor. His half-brother was right—she wasn’t for him. He slept with paid escorts for a reason. It kept things simple, uncomplicated. The women he used went through an agency run only by women, and all the escorts worked there willingly and were paid well. It was illegal, sure, but he’d done a lot of illegal things in his life. As the son of a dead mobster, he’d learned young that the world operated in shades of gray. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d used the escort agency, though. Over a year ago, at least.

  A loud shout drew his attention to one of the restaurant displays. There were twelve celebrity chefs on site and anyone who was anyone in Miami was here. For the most part. The event was mostly outdoors in a park-type area. Twinkly lights and a huge gauzy canopy were high above everyone, strung between two buildings: an art center and a convention center.

  He turned to see Grant Caldwell race toward the convention center, shoving a waiter out of his way as he ran. His two brothers, father and one of his brothers’ wives were all behind him, moving at a rapid speed.

  Maxwell murmured something next to him before hurrying in that direction. Viktor was mildly curious about what was going on, b
ut the majority of his focus was on finding the woman again.

  “We need to go,” Abram said quietly, appearing at Viktor’s side out of nowhere. Like a ghost.

  Because that was what Abram did. He moved with an impressive stealth. Which was good for getting into places he didn’t belong. “Why?” he asked, scanning the area, still looking for the blonde. Dominique. He wanted to say her name out loud, to feel it on his tongue.

  He wanted to feel her against his tongue.

  Annoyed with himself, he rolled his shoulders once.

  “You have a meeting and I don’t like whatever that just was.” His brother frowned in the direction the Caldwell brothers had gone.

  “Let’s go. The display tonight…” He trailed off, feeling a little guilt that he hadn’t paid much attention to their newest investment. The restaurant he’d just taken over had an exhibit here tonight—the whole reason he’d even come. And he’d been by only once to speak to the chef.

  Abram nodded. “Good. Everything is good. Lucy has everything under control.”

  Viktor held back a snort. Lucia—who insisted they call her Lucy—was the new assistant they’d recently hired and he knew his brother had it bad for her. He looked at his watch. “Stay until the end of the event. One of us needs to be here and I want to make sure Lucy has an escort to her vehicle.” The last part was true.

  He could tell his brother wanted to argue, probably because he didn’t want to be around Lucy even though he was attracted to her, but Abram would watch out for her because he cared for her and because they looked out for their employees. In the past more so than now, Viktor and Abram had engaged in…more than one illegal activity. They’d made enemies, so all of their employees could be potential targets. Especially one who worked so closely with them. They never forgot that.