Free Trinity (The Executive's Affair) by Elizabeth Nelson Page B

just can't keep doing it, Laszlo. I just want him to leave me alone."
    He watched as more tears ran down her face. There was no way he was going to let her run again—not when she was carrying his child. But more than that, Laszlo loved her and he wanted a life with her. "Where are the pictures and the videos now?"
    "The stuff I have on him is well hidden. I have a safety deposit box at Remsen National Bank where the originals are kept. I have copies in a lockbox that is buried in my backyard. I also sent a copy to my lawyer with strict instructions not to open them unless I was dead."
    Laszlo remained silent for several moments. "If you give them back, he'll leave you alone, right?"
    "No. I mean, I don't think so. He told me he'd spare my brother's life in exchange for the pictures, but the only way he'd let me live is if I went back to him."
    "Over my dead body!" Laszlo didn't mean to shout, but there was no fucking way he was going to let Jason get his hands on Trinity. He stood and walked to the window.
    "I'm sorry," she whispered.
    "No, I'm sorry, love." He went back to her and sat down. "I didn't mean to yell. I will fix this, Trinity."
    "How?"
    He sighed. "Do you trust me?" They hadn't known each other very long and he knew that what he was about to ask would be hard for her, but it was the only way.
    "Yes."
    "I need you to give me the pictures ."
    She looked at him with sheer terror. "Why?"
    "I told you I'd fix this, Trinity and I will, but I need the pictures so I can." He caressed her cheek. The sight of her bruised face enraged him to the point that he knew he'd kill the bastard if that's what he had to do to keep her safe. Nobody fucked with Laszlo Cstary or his family.
     
    CHAPTER TEN
    "Ouch," Trinity said when she tried to stretch her arms. She had a couple of fractured ribs and they really hurt. Laszlo had brought her home last night…home, his house. It was surreal to call this place her home. But after soaking in his extra-large bathtub for an hour and then curling up under the soft, warm, fluffy blankets on his bed—she could get used to living here. And the fact that he'd held her all night and was so attentive each time she tried to move and whimpered in pain really helped to make her feel more comfortable. God she really hoped Laszlo could make Jason go away, because if he couldn't, she'd have no choice but to run again. And this time, she would go so far off the radar no one would ever find her.
    "Good morning, beautiful," Laszlo said as he entered the room. "How're you feeling?"
    She smiled. "Sore, but I definitely slept better here than I did in that hospital room."
    He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her softly. "Well, you just relax today and don't worry about anything. I've hired a nurse to check in on you and a maid to bring you meals."
    Trinity was touched that he'd done all of that for her. No one had ever cared enough to take care of her like he was. She felt the familiar sting of tears but she refused to cry again. What will I do if this mess with Jason isn't resolved? I don't want to live without Laszlo. I love him. Whoa. That was a shocking thought. It was one she'd never allowed herself to think before. But now that she had, now that she admitted it to herself, she felt somehow liberated. It also scared her.
    "I've got some good news." He smiled. "You're brother has been located and he's fine."
    "He is?"
    "Yeah." Laszlo licked his lips and her body, despite being sore and practically immobile, buzzed to life in that familiar way it did every time she was around him. "I'm going to have my guys keep an eye on him until I have a chance to speak to Congressman Ross."
    Trinity tugged on the lapels of his suit and pulled him to her. She slanted her lips over his and slid her tongue into his mouth, loving the purely masculine taste of him. Since she'd been attacked he hadn't kissed her like that, nor had he made any attempt to touch her and she wanted him to. She craved his touch, his