I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding and shook my head, still smiling.
Ridiculous.
Perfect.
Mine.
I climbed back onto the bed, crawling up her body like a predator returning to his prize. She shifted, still grinning against the mattress. I lowered myself over her, kissed her bare shoulder, then trailed my lips down her spine, across her waist, the curve of her back, her hip.
“You’re fucking unreal,” I whispered, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I don’t think you even know what you do to me.”
We lay there for a few more minutes, tangled in silence and body heat.
“Wait—my phone,” she blinked, sitting up. “That asshole still has it.”
I grunted, pushed off the bed, and stalked over to him. I searched his jacket and fished it out. He didn’t even move. Funny how pain makes a man cooperative.
“Here. Still warm from his pocket.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Gross. But thanks. Sort of.”
Then there was a knock at the door.
I immediately pulled the sheet over her, shielding her bare skin. One look through the peephole confirmed it—Sashko.
I opened the door.
He stepped in holding a bag, looked around once, and froze.
“Holy shit.”
His gaze ping-ponged between the tied-up Felix, the cooling corpse by the door, and Kira—who was now sitting up with the sheet clutched to her chest, cheeks flushed, eyes sharp.
“So let me get this straight,” Sashko muttered, tone sharp. “You didn’t just fuck Pakhan’s daughter—you also tied up and stabbed her fiancé. Who, by the way, happens to be the son of one of the most powerful criminals alive. Are you trying to get us killed?”
I closed the door behind him. “Well, technically she did the stabbing. And no, we’re not gonna die.”
His stare stayed locked on me. “Okay, genius. What’s your plan to keep us breathing?”
“I’ll end him before he can say a word.”
Felix started thrashing harder at that, gagging against the tie, feet kicking against the carpet.
I sighed and walked over. “Shut the fuck up.” Then I slammed my fist into his temple, knocking him out cold.
Sashko raised an eyebrow. “Subtle.”
I took the bag from him and handed it to Kira. “Here. Go get dressed.”
She wrapped the sheet tighter around herself and padded toward the bathroom without a word.
The door was completely smashed—she wouldn’t be able to close it if she tried. Not that it mattered. Neither I nor Sashko would so much as glance in her direction. I could only imagine the way it had been shattered—Felix, kicking it open while she tried to hide, terrified and alone. The image clawed at my insides, rage flickering hot beneath my skin. But I forced it down. Revenge was coming. Almost here.
I turned back to Sashko.
“I need your help moving the bodies.”
“Both?”
