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“Yes, bitch!” I yell and smack my steering wheel as I press the gas and drive away.

Now, where the fuck do I go? I look like a hot fucking mess. I can’t go to my office. I am thinking of all the different places that I could go. When I get far enough away from the house, I stop and get my tablet to look up Viktor’s address. I’m trying to talk myself out of it because I don’t want to drag him into this bullshit. I would be a fucking liar if I said that I didn’t need him right now, because I do.

I set my GPS on my tablet. It has cell service through the office, so I can use it anywhere, and no one can track it to me. I just need to get somewhere safe.

Chapter Eight

Viktor

I am lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I want to go over there again and see her, but Chris was being all lovey and shit. He annoys me. I hope that her evening has been peaceful at least, even if he is a moron.

There is a knock at my door before Carlo walks in. “What?” I ask.

“Someone is at the gate. I can’t see who it is, and they aren’t answering the intercom. What do you want me to do?” Carlo asks.

“Fuck it. Let them in and see what happens,” I say. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll be down.”

Carlo walks out, but I don’t get up right away. I picture Ada’s smiling face for a moment longer before lazily getting up. Why can’t it be morning already?

Chapter Nine

Ada

The gate opens. He must know I’m here. As I pull forward, I see the intercom and wonder if he tried to say something to me. I follow the road up, suddenly nervous. It’s three in the morning, and I’m rolling up to someone’s home with someone else’s come in me because I was raped when he thought I was dead. My throat is probably bruised. I’m mentally exhausted, though, and I need him.

I stop behind his truck and let out a shrill scream when I open the door, and some random man has a gun on me.

“Ada?” he says, and then grabs my wrist and pulls me out. I am in shock now as he pulls me into the house.

“Where is Viktor? I need…”

“Vik!” he yells out as he pulls me up the stairs.

“It’s three in the morning. Stop yelling at…” Viktor grumbles as he walks out of a bedroom. When he looks up and sees me, he stops. Rage floods his eyes, and no words need to be said to know how angry he is at the sight of me.

“He put cameras in my office,” I say as tears surface.

“Call Andre and Alan,” Vik says to the man.

“There’s more,” I say quietly as Vik hugs me. He pulls back and looks at me, ready to murder someone already.

“He… Right after you left, he told me he pawned the rings. He said he owed someone half a million dollars. When I said I wouldn’t give him my parents’ life insurance money, he snapped. He said I owed him and said he put cameras in my office… He strangled me, and I woke up hours later in the same spot. He… raped me while I was unconscious. He passed out on the couch, but I looked at his phone, and he had texted someone saying I was dead and he’d deliver my body soon. I packed what I could and came here. His phone is with mine in the car. They’re both turned off.”

“Get her stuff in, and pull everything off both phones. Just be careful about the client information on hers, and don’t mess with any of her work stuff,” Viktor says to the man. “Knock before coming in here.”

“You got it,” he says before walking away.

“Carlo,” Viktor says.

“Yes?” Carlo asks, turning back.

“Find out who he owes money to and who she was going to be handed off to. Make sure Alan has that information tonight,” Viktor says before pulling me into the room and shutting the door.

His room is massive and cozy. He takes me past the huge king-sized bed and into the bathroom. He turns the shower on before undressing both of us. I’m running on autopilot, so I’m handing over the controls to him because I just can’t function right now.

Viktor takes us both into the shower and sits me on the built-in bench before he starts washing my hair and body. We say nothing as he cleans the evidence of Chris off my body. By the time he shuts the water off, I am weak and exhausted. He hurries and dries me off so he can put one of his huge shirts on me.

“Let’s go rest, my love,” Viktor says as he scoops me into his arms. He lays me in the center of the bed before pulling on boxers and lying with me. I roll to my side, and he wraps himself around me. Tears burn my eyes, and I start crying.