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“Tie her up and wait for me to get back.” I drop him to the floor and turn back around. It takes me less than a second to spot her sitting at the bar as a soon-to-be-dead man slides up to her, placing his arm around her shoulders.
I see red. It covers my vision in a hazy fog I can’t control.
I own this club. I will not be disrespected in it. When I see it’s one of the men on the delivery crew for the package of real diamonds that were switched for fakes, I can no longer control my body. Placing my fingertips in my mouth, I let out a high-pitched whistle. It’s loud enough to gain a few of the security team’s attention who are working the floor. Without preamble, I walk straight up behind the man flirting with my beauty and slit his throat, lowering him face-down onto the bar before a single sound is made, stealing no one’s attention. I would have preferred using a gun, but it would’ve caused a scene.
My beauty’s eyes widen, and her mouth opens when I pull his dead-weight arm off her. His blood seeps out of his neck, and my men are behind me. They step in like a well-oiled machine to clean up this fucking mess.
“No.” She holds up a finger, looking panicked as she gets up from her stool.
When I step toward her, she runs, easily weaving in and out of the crowd.
In this moment, I know she is mine. And she’s never going to leave me again.
I easily toss anyone in my path out of my way, swiftly picking up my pace but refusing to run. I, Demetri Sokolov, run after no one.
I see her cut left toward the VIP room, and in seconds, I step inside with a smirk, reaching into my pocket. There’s no escaping from here. “Find her on the monitors,” I demand into my phone.
I search the area, the closest guests giving me strange looks, my cocky smile soon fading.
Simmer the fuck down, I tell myself. People are going to ask questions if I don’t, so I take a deep breath, hoping to cool the fire in my veins.
She’s gone, almost as if she vanished into thin air. My men give me a wide berth as I leave the area, quickly texting my head of security. Cameras cover every inch of this place. I demand a meeting to learn how she escaped and who the hell is she. I want to know everything about this woman.
As I walk out of the building, I nod toward my bouncer. My driver is standing by the car, and I can smell his fear as I approach. “Home,” I demand as I get in the back, wasting only a second to consider going back to the hotel room—maybe by a miracle she’d return there—but that would be wishful thinking. I saw the way her eyes widened in fear when I killed the man in front of her.
Normal people don’t take things like that lightly.
“Actually, swing by the police station first.”
I want to see if that’s the first place she’d go.
Chapter 5: Katrina
Igetthehellout of The Horsemen as fast as I can. He’s no boring banker. I should have realized that by the way he was fucking me. My heart pangs with the realization I was wrong yet again. How do I always pick the wrong men? I purposely go looking for a normal person, and instead I get the motherfucking Russian mafia boss eating my pussy out.
The moment he killed that man with zero remorse, the look on his face finally made it familiar. His slight accent made sense then as well. The way his men surrounded him, no one noticing a man’s throat being slit in the middle of a crowd—it had every sign of the mafia being around. His name flashes into my mind, Demetri.
Out of necessity, I immediately text Luna a911with my location. It’s one thing to find out I was wrong once again, but to have to admit it to someone else…? No one understands.
I’m honestly trying to do the right thing. But then somehow it’s warped into something evil—when I swear I’m a good person, dammit.
Tears stream down my face by the time my sister pulls up. I slam the door closed behind me, my mascara running heavy and dark.
“What happened?”
Everyone is waiting for me to fuck up again. I can see it in their eyes and in how they treat me.
“I was trying to find a good man. A normal man with morals and a conscience.”
“Maybe you need to stop trying so hard.” Her voice is soft, and she places her hand on my leg after she shifts gears as we race down the dark, empty streets.
“All I want to do is fix everything I’ve broken. Gia is missing because I overdosed. I said some horrible things to her just before, and I’ve been looking for hereverywhere.”
“Stop looking, Katrina. Between our brother and father, they will find her. And everything will be okay. I promise.”
My fingers itch to make my pain go away. A little bit of weed would help me relax. The thought is so tempting, but I refuse to give in to the temptation. To be honest, I’d prefer something stronger, something that would make me forget who I am. But I promised myself I would never go down that path again.
“Who did you end up meeting?” she finally asks, reversing my change in subject.
