Sylvia covered her mouth to giggle and her father sent her a ferocious glare. "He knows too much. Right now he has the upper hand, and it's not funny. He can pull a bad deal from us in the nuptial agreement, Sylvia. Millions are at stake. Don't be stupid."
She lifted both eyebrows with a mocking glare. "He wants me, dad. He is in the palm of my hand. I know men."
Oblivious to their mind's dialogue, Victor continued with the best poker face. "You are wealthy and it means she's no gold-digger. Sylvia's the perfect wife. Whatever we enjoy, her presence is the perfect alibi and so is mine."
Bjorg laughed out loud, but with no genuine amusement. "Is it a prank, Mister Falcone?"
"No. It's what I couldn't tell my lawyers to write on the nuptial agreement. The details I wished to discuss in private without my catholic parents sneaking over my shoulder." He picked an envelope from his pocket and offered it to Bjorg. "This one is for our eyes only."
The Knaast priest opened the folded paper and read.
Victor Falcone had listed every single sex deviation he intended to perform and added a nondisclosure agreement.
Signing that, Bjorg and his daughter allowed him to do anything to Sylvia Knaast shy of killing. Bjorg passed the paper to his naughty offspring.
She read with hungry eyes and whispered. "You are not only handsome but creative too, Victor."
Bjorg scrutinized the man in front of him. "I could kill you for that paper only."
Victor smiled. "Yes, you could. And I understand your feelings, but if you think right, your daughter will have a husband cut out for her sizzling core. I have the creativity and stamina to douse her fire; she will behave. It means no terrible losses in money and credibility for you if something happens, as that deal with that reporter today. I am the right man to solve your problems."
Bjorg was furious about Victor's upper hand. Only because General Hazug decided the Brazilian would be an ally and not an enemy, Victor Falcone was still drawing breath. So because the general was backing up the arrogant kid, the priest controlled himself and tilted his head.
"There is no risk for you. If she breaks the agreements, you take hold of everything she has. The Knaast may suffer heavy losses."
"I see it as an incentive to keep her in line. I don't believe Sylvia will risk losing her inheritance. I am only protecting our future because a politician can't have his name in the mud. That could destroy the chances of becoming my country's President."
Bjorg narrowed his eyes to blue laser intensity. "You are a tough bargainer, Mister Falcone."
"My family is wealthy, but I built my fortune from a small cattle farm my grandparents gave me when I turned eighteen. The biggest meat business in the world is mine now. I don't bargain with risks this high; I take precautions."
Bjorg turned to Sylvia. "Will you sign this?"
"As if I had a choice. General Hazug chose him, father, as you made the consequences so clear this morning," and as her answer resonated in the priest's head, he swallowed his hurt ego and his anger because his dotty daughter was right.
Sylvia smiled at Victor and gave him a different reason. "With a man this handsome and wicked, I sign it with pleasure."
Victor grinned and kissed her knuckles. "The nuptial agreement goes as our lawyers wrote it. Never forget, every child you will bear must be mine, Sylvia. I can't have you impregnated by a John Doe."
"And the rest of my tastes?"
"You can do everything you do so well, my dove. If I watch," he added with lust.
Bjorg growled. "You don't understand the danger of acting like this before a Knaast, Victor Falcone. But I can see your point and I agree with you."
"Good. And no Swiss clinic needed."
Sylvia clapped her hands with glee and pounced on Victor for a hungry kiss. He responded, grabbing her hair with passion.
"You two crazies make the perfect pair," Bjorg murmured, watching the display.
Victor nipped her lower lip to end the kiss as his green orbs dove deep in the blue liquid of Sylvia's. "Maybe. Can I sleep over?"
Sylvia studied the man in front of her with hooded eyes, her lips wet and swollen. "He wants a test drive, dad."
Bjorg grunted, irritated. "It seems so."
Sylvia's eyes gleamed with sudden inspiration. "Can we use Bruce, dad?"
Victor's lips crooked to one side in a lopsided smile. "The gardener."
"How much do you know of my life, Victor Falcone?"
Victor turned to Bjorg, and his smile vanished. The Knaast looked like an iceberg and Victor felt the horrific vicious power behind the man.
However, after dry swallowing, the Brazilian was all business again. "I know enough. I aim at a high office. I can't enter blindfolded in any situation. If you don't mind my saying, you have serious security issues."
Bjorg's words were glacial. "You are so lucky you came with the highest recommendation."
"My bank manager?"
"No. An old friend of the family vouched for you."
"Who? I don't recall having mutual friends with the Knaast."
Bjorg ignored him and stood up from the armchair. "I will send Bruce to your bedroom, Sylvia. Now, let's have dinner."
"Dinner?" Victor lifted his eyebrows. Because considering the contents of the paper he handed Bjorg, the man had the frigid waters of his icy land flowing in his veins. He let his question go unanswered and followed his future father-in-law to the dining room holding Sylvia's hand.
Yet what the Brazilian would never know was that only Hazug's decision of making Victor a Knaast spouse had stopped Bjorg from killing him on the spot.
However, others died to appease the enraged Knaast.
Bjorg's demon guards provided the names of every traitor who had helped Victor gather the information on the household and Sylvia's habits. After all, it was not because the Renegades allowed the info to get to Victor's hands that they would protect the gossipers and traitors. Neither would Victor's investigators survive after having that kind of knowledge.
That same night, the Knaast priest sent his warlocks to exact his revenge.
Bjorg Knaast and Victor Falcone signed the papers the next morning over breakfast, and Victor Falcone committed his life to the daughter of a dangerous warlock unaware of that.
General Hazug supervised the signature and calmed Bjorg. "He has the info my soldiers allowed him to have. He knows enough to feel he has the upper hand but you know he has nothing."
"I guessed so, general. Though the nuptial agreement worries me. Sylvia is a wild card."
"Ease your mind. You made it clear she can die if she enrages me. Your daughter is a bright, tough young woman and because she has my fire in her veins, the Knaasts are deep in the food business now. It was the only thing that was missing for the family. Besides that, I want Victor in that Presidency chair for my future projects."
As per the nuptial agreement, the Knaast Fund became a co-participant in Victor's revenue as he profited from Sylvia's assets. The greatest part of the Brazilian's lands was a gift from his deceased grandparents and tied to a clause that affected the young couple. Victor needed to have a male son, otherwise, the lands would belong to the farmhands for settlement.
The estate lawyers forced the exigence into the nuptial agreement with heavier details.
If Sylvia did not give Victor a male son, or if the child died not of natural causes before the heir turned twenty-one, Victor Falcone would take hold of everything she had and could divorce at once.
Bjorg did not discuss the tricky clause. The priest knew the general would make sure Sylvia birthed a son who, as a Knaast heir, would have a demonic escort for all his life.
Few hours after Bjorg towed Sylvia from the Knaast hotel penthouse in London, money, greed and lust linked the Knaast woman to the Brazilian businessman.
Hell celebrated the parents of the next Knaast heir.