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When the elevators open, we see the SUV parked by the entrance to the underground parking. There’s a man behind the steering wheel, and another stands in front of the vehicle with the luggage.

“Mr. Parisi wants the proof of payment,” the fucker calls out.

I’m on guard, my gaze checking every shadow and possible hiding place for a surprise attack.

Luca makes the call to Nikolas, and we have to wait until he sends the proof of payment that Luca forwards to Parisi.

Parisi’s man gets a call, then he starts to walk to the passenger side of the SUV.

“Hold up,” I call out. “Open the bags.”

“What?” He shakes his head at me.

“If one of them is going to blow up, I’d much rather have you die.”

Reluctantly the man walks back to the luggage and opens them. Then the fucker kicks the bags, so Rosalie’s clothes spill onto the ground.

Not thinking twice, I fire a shot at his foot. The instant the driver darts out of the SUV, Luca trains the barrel of his gun on him. “Ah-ah-ah. I wouldn’t. Get back into the car.”

The other guy limps to the passenger side and climbs in.

Once they drive off, Luca mutters, “You just couldn’t resist shooting him, could you?”

I walk to the luggage and throw the clothes back into the bags. “The fucker disrespected me.”

Luca grabs a bag while I take the other, and we head back up to the penthouse.

“Let’s get this over with so we can go home,” he says, sounding exhausted from dealing with all my shit.

While the elevator climbs the floors, I place an arm around his shoulder. “Thanks, brother. I wouldn’t have survived without you.”

A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Through thick and thin.”


Chapter 28


Viktor carries me to the main bedroom and kicks the door shut behind us.

My heart is beating out of my chest with nerves.

Today I saw a whole different side to him. Watching him fight and kill –really drove it home that he’s the head of the bratva.

Honestly, it’s intimidating but also one hell of a turn-on.

There’s so much I have to process, as well.

Nikolas paying my debt. All the men of the Priesthood coming to my rescue. Watching Viktor break a man’s neck. What my family did.

God, I don’t know if I can process it all.

I feel the strength in his arms as he sets me down on the bed.

When I glance at the covers, Viktor gently takes hold of my jaw and nudges my face up. His eyes touch on the bruises before he captures my gaze.

He stares for a moment, then asks, “What’s that look for?”

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