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I don’t really know if Lady Luck is gonna stick around for that.

“Who’s he bringing?” I ask the question, trying to keep my voice disinterested in the answer even though I’m silently willing him to say the name I want to hear.

A sly smile lifts his lips. “Sorry. She’s not coming. He’ll be alone.”

Nico, that asshole. He’s too damn perceptive for his own good.

I let out a snort, pretending not to care that Katarina, Viktor’s daughter and chief assassin, won’t be joining us for this meeting. The truth is, I really want to see her. Bitch is cold as ice but white hot at the same time. I haven’t been able to think of much else since she wiggled her tight ass into Jersey and everyone knows it. I’ve been called out plenty of times by the guys for staring a little too long, making excuses to tag her in for a quick poker game or a necessary ass kicking. But she’s got poison running through her veins. Poison and vodka. I think she likes knowing every man within a ten-mile radius wants to get her on her back. But she keeps her distance, especially from me. And it only makes me want her more. “I wasn’t asking about Kat. I was just curious to see if anyone else was in on the reason for this secret meeting.”

“Sure you were.” Nico winks at me and scrolls through his phone.

I roll my eyes. “That’s all I get? Viktor is coming?”

He shrugs. “Hey, you wanted information.”

What I’d really like to know, and Nico will only tell me once he’s good and ready, is how the hell I’m gonna survive the planned hit on my life, and how this goddamn horse farm is involved.

A car door slams out front, and a minute later, Viktor strides into the kitchen. He’s wearing all black.

Always all black.

Ominous. Commanding.

Death.

Every time I look at him, I imagine it’s what the devil would look like if he walked the Earth. No shit, he’s that bad.

Nico nods at him but doesn’t get out of his seat.

I do, though. I get up and take a few steps backward to lean against the counter. For some reason, I need distance. I feel like maybe it gives me back a tiny bit of control.

Not that it matters.

These guys have a plan. It’s pretty obvious. And the plan is gonna put my head on the chopping block.

Again.

Fuck my life.

But this is what I signed up for years ago when Nico’s grandfather saved my ass.

Sometimes I think it would have been easier if he’d have just had me capped. Then I wouldn’t have to keep looking over my shoulder, wondering when, where, how…

Because I sure as hell already know the who.

It’s the same who that wants Viktor.

Viktor looks at me, his blue eyes narrowed. “You might want to take a seat.”

“Thanks, I’m good here.” I try to keep my voice strong. Confident.

I’m bullshitting myself and everyone else in the room.

Viktor pulls out a chair and lowers himself into it. Everything the man does is calculated and deliberate. He’s not rash and impulsive like his daughter, who will leap at the chance to put some poor sucker in a deadly chokehold because of the way he’s talking to her friend.

Yeah, she’s done that to me.

My lips stretch into a thin line.

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