“My email.”
“Also there.”
She shakes her head. “All my apps, my socials.”
Her social media wasn’t super active before I kidnapped her—I checked and double-checked after I slipped it into my pocket this morning back at Priest and Luna’s. But I’ll allow her to access her social media accounts within reason.
“Your socials and apps are there too,” I explain.
Meanwhile, I’ve enabled location sharing so I can keep tabs on her. For her own safety. I don’t trust her bastard of a brother for a second, and I wouldn’t put it past him to use her against me as a pawn. But I keep that part to myself, because I don’t know how loyal she is to her brother just yet.
Loyal enough to go through with marrying me. And that gives me pause, even if we have next-level chemistry, as proven by last night and this morning’s fuckfest. I can’t think about that now or I’ll lose focus, and that’s the last thing I need.
“Why can’t I just keepmyphone, then?” she asks, eyes narrowing.
“Thisisyour phone. Your new phone.”
She picks up the latest iPhone and holds it up like it’s a dirty diaper she can’t wait to toss in the trash. “No, this is the phone you gave me and told me I have to use. You stole my phone, and I want it back.”
“Cara, I didn’t steal anything.”
She raises a brow, her expression unimpressed. “Then where’s my phone?”
“In a safe place.”
“Where?”
I move around the island, tired of this conversation, not stopping until I have her trapped, one arm on either side of her, palms flattened on the cold black granite. My arm still hurts like hell, but I keep my face an impenetrable mask as I meet her gaze.
“I’m not telling you where it is. This discussion is over. If there’s anything you need added to the phone, let me know.”
I can’t resist leaning into her, inhaling her scent.Cazzo, I need to watch myself with Katya. If I’m not careful, I’ll get addicted.
She purses those fuckable lips. “I don’t need anything added. I’m not using this phone.”
“Then don’t use it. If I need to reach you, I’ll call Antonio.”
Antonio is one of my most trusted men, which is why I’ve asked him to be Katya’s bodyguard.
“I don’t need a guard any more than I need this phone.”
I cock my head at her. “If you’d had a guard, do you think I would have been able to take you off the street so easily?”
I’ve got her there, and she knows it. Not that I wouldn’t have found another way to kidnap her. I was hell-bent on revenge, and I don’t fucking give up. I’d have stolen her out of her bed while she was sleeping if necessary. Admitting that doesn’t help my case, though.
“Good point,” she agrees, and I can hear the reluctance in her voice. “But since we’re married, I don’t exactly have to worry about you kidnapping me anymore, do I?”
“You’re my wife, and your brother is Pakhan. That puts a target on your back.” I cup her cheek with my left hand, letting her feel the gold band she slid on my finger against her skin. “Like I told you, you’re mine to protect, and that’s what I’m doing.”
“Does this have something to do with whatever happened last night?”
I know she’s referring to Cantarelli and the shot that grazed me, but I’m done with that discussion too. The less she knows about my business, the better. I meant what I said.
“You mean when I sucked your clit until you came all over me?” I ask her, tracing her cheekbone with the pad of my thumb.
She’s got such a rare, refined beauty, so elegant. It’s hard to believe she shares blood with big, hulking bastards like Mikhail and Dmitri.
Katya bites her lip. “That’s not what I was referring to.”
