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“Of course you don’t.” He reaches into his pocket, holding his hand there for a moment. “But don’t worry. Let’s go and get Lena and then I can explain it to you both.”
“No.”
That voice, the voice I dreamed about last night, the voice of the man who’s sent tingles shivering through my body more times than I could possibly count.
It’s the voice of the man who went missing three years ago, the voice of a man with thick arms and steel-gray hair and a smirk that will never stop following me.
The Russian looks over my shoulder, his eyes widening.
I turn and let out a gasp.
It’s Kane, fists clenched, arms bulging in his T-shirt.
And he looks ready for war.
Chapter Four
Kane
This was never part of the plan.
I was supposed to watch from afar, get a look at my daughter and then leave Malta. The Bratva was never supposed to follow them here. But it seems Sergey has decided to go back on his word.
It seems Sergey thinks Malta is fair game.
He’s wrong, and my blood boils through me at the thought, hot and potent like my body is getting ready for battle. I feel my muscles bulging like I’m going to erupt at any second.
But even now – when I should be focused on staring down this Bratva goon – I can’t stop myself from sneaking a look at Kelly. Even now my cock aches, the tip grinding against my jeans, my heart pounding heavily against my chest.
Her hips scream at me to be grabbed, her chocolate-colored hair begging my fingers to trail through it, grabbing a bunch as I guide her lips to mine. I’d have to kiss her hard, possessively, to let her know she belongs to me and she always will.
I almost roar with the need for it as primal urgency awakens inside of me.
If I thought sleeping on it would make her easier to forget – make my inexplicable need to claim her easier to let go – I was dead wrong. It’s only made me want her more, need her more, and this motherfucker is trying to take that away.
“Hello, Kane,” the Bratva man says, his hand shifting around in his pocket.
“That’s not a good idea,” I tell him. “I think we both know that.”
He tries to hide it, but fear flickers across his face, warping his features for a moment. He laughs and shakes his head, but it sounds unconvincing.
“You’re not armed.”
I nod. “That’s right. But we both know you haven’t got more than a blade in that pocket. There’s no damn way you got a gun past customs, and I know for a fact the Bratva doesn’t have arms dealers in Malta.”
“It’s an island.” The man shrugs. “Smuggling is easy.”
I stare at him hard, judging the distance between us. There are maybe five yards between me and him, only three between me and Kelly. I’d have to dart forward and put the bulk of my body between them and take the bullet, the blade, whatever I have to take to make sure my woman stays safe.
Spreading my hands, making my chest wide and powerful-looking, I grin like a goddamn wolf. “Go ahead. Give it your best shot.”
The man returns my stare for a moment, uncertainty making his lips twist.
But finally, he has to accept he’s a coward without his Bratva backup.
He lets his hand drop. “Things are going to get very interesting when Sergey arrives.”
I try not to let my gaze drift to Kelly. Her eyes are wide and completely fixated on me, her kissable lips open in shock, making me think about those lips slipping down my lust-hard shaft as I slide deeper and make her eyes widen even more. Fuck, that dress, the way the fabric dapples against her thick perfect thighs.
No, no.
I return my gaze to the threat before I get carried away and maul her right here.
“He’s coming himself?” I laugh gruffly. “And I guess he’s bringing Santa Claus and the tooth fairy with him too, eh?”
“This is no joke, Kane. He gave us specific instructions to tell him if I spotted you.”
“Who’s us?” I growl as the situation starts to spin in my mind.
The man taps his nose. “Oh, I don’t know, comrade. Maybe there are a couple of us watching the airport just in case you try to make a quick getaway. Maybe we like having you trapped on an island. And who knows… Maybe some of us are even watching the ferries to Sicily and Gozo.”
I step forward and the man takes several steps back, unable to stop himself from raising his hands and letting out a gasp. He’s almost as tall as I am, almost as muscular, but he didn’t serve several tours overseas, he didn’t wrestle in college and he didn’t master several MMA arts.
He knows I could dismantle him in two seconds flat if it came to blows.
