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She knew just now. She knew we’d find Siena in here. She saw which room we were going into and she fucking knew. That’s why she looked so horrified. She set this up, probably forced Siena into this whole situation. Everything becomes so clear and I want to scream with rage.

Guido moves toward her. “I never told her to do this,” he says menacingly. He looks ill, his face pale and his skin a strange green like he might be sick. “What did you do, Siena?”

“I didn’t mean to,” she says. “It was just a mistake.” She looks at me desperately and it breaks my heart to pieces.

“What did you do, damn it?” He grabs her arm roughly and shakes her.

“Stop,” I say, my voice a vicious growl, and both of them stare at me.

Something comes over me then.

A foolish, insane idea.

It’s one of those moments where the world stops spinning and I’m forced to make a choice. I can keep going on the way I’ve always gone, drifting through the world, struggling to earn half as much with twice the work as my brothers, or I can take a new route. I can take a risk and seize what I want, even if it might make my life a living hell.

It’ll never work. It’ll only make things so much more complicated, and my brothers will use it against me, especially Feliks.

But she’s in this position because of me, and I need to do something to fix this.

I force my muscles to relax as the thought takes hold and I feel myself drifting toward action.

Normally, I like to plan. I sit down and make sure I know what my course of action will be. It’s one of the few things that has helped me stay alive all these years, especially when I’ve had so many people trying to take my life. Planning, cunning, ruthlessness. I’ve had to be better and faster and stronger. One slip-up, one error, and I’m dead.

And yet I don’t let myself worry. I stare at Siena and remember how she looked in that dress, then later, naked and moaning beneath me, and I turn to Guido.

“You offered me a gift the last time I was here,” I say, my heart racing wildly. This is foolish. This is beyond stupid. “To make up for this embarrassing display, I want that girl.”

Guido’s eyes go wide. He releases her and stands up straight. If he looked like he might vomit before, now he looks like he might pass out. His neck bulges with veins and his mouth moves on its own, but no sound comes out.

Siena doesn’t move, and the tears keep rolling down her cheeks, dripping into her lap and onto the bedspread.

The sound of moaning echoes through the wall followed by an ugly masculine grunt. Guido slowly looks at Siena, but she’s staring at me with pure shock and uncertainty.

I don’t know what I’m thinking. I can’t take her home, much less keep her. I have no clue how I’ll explain Siena to my brothers, my two little sisters, and my mother. Certainly not to my father. There’s nowhere for her to hide in the Kremlin, and she wouldn’t be safe in any of my other apartments. None of them are secure—those are meant only to be used for a night or two at most.

But none of that matters.

It’s all logistics. It’s all beside the point.

My pulse thunders in my ears and my world is reduced to Siena staring at me with those beautiful brown eyes and those pouty lips. I want her mouth wrapped around my cock and her hips wiggling in the air. I want her as my own, kept as a pet.

I want to own her and I want to save her. The two desires are conflicting, but the same.

“You do not want her,” Guido says finally, an awkward laugh on his lips. “That girl is nothing. She is trouble.”

“Then give her to me.” I stare at him, eyes narrowing. “Or was your offer an empty gesture?”

He grimaces and shakes his head. “No, it was not. You can have anyone else, even my best girls. You can have Mira, you’ll love Mira, skin like honey and a mouth—”

“I do not want her,” I say, cutting him off. “I will not repeat myself again, Don Bastone. You made me an offer and I accepted it. What sort of man are you, to go back on your word?”

Anger sparks in his eyes then. Good, I want him angry. I feel insulted that he’d hold this girl from me, as if she was important—as if he has the power to deny me anything. I crush men like him for a living and kill all those that get in my way, and I will not allow this weak old man to turn his back on me this way.

He takes a slow breath and lets it out.

“Maxim, that girl is my daughter.”

I take a step away as my body goes stiff.

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