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“No.” A panicked look crossed her face. She jumped up and ran for the door. Except my sentinel was guarding it.
“Please,” she begged as she tried to push Damon away.
He was an unmovable rock. Finally she stopped trying to pry him away from her door to freedom.
“I’ll give you anything you want.” She desperately looked up at Damon, who barely acknowledged her existence. “I will make you head of this Bratva. I will make you a king!”
Damon looked down at her. “That’s the bitch way. In the Bratva, kings aren’t made, theytaketheir fucking crown.”
Shaking, she stepped back, then turned toward me.
I made a nice swoosh in the air with my sword. Crying, she dropped to the floor in a heap of misery.
Anyone who saw her would think her defeated. Would feel sorry for her. I wouldn’t make that mistake though, not again. One should never judge a bratva princess by her acting skills.
I moved toward her but stopped when my shoe almost touched the hem of her dress. I took out a lighter and flicked it on, reveling in the orange glow of the flame.
Svetlana looked up, her eyes impossibly large.
“Choose,” I gritted. “The sword or the flame?”
She whimpered and kept shaking her head.
“Too late,” I snapped.
“Wait!”
I raised my arm and struck.
Her screams, going on and on, were a beautiful dark symphony, easing my beast.
Vengeance was mine.
Epilogue I
KRISTOFF
It had been a week since we’d returned home, and six days since I’d maimed the snake in our garden. Even though things between Katya and I had never been better, she wasn’t quite herself yet. She hadn’t mentioned the miscarriage once, aside from when she had been lying in her hospital bed. I didn’t want that one horrible experience to shape the rest of her life.
She strolled into the gym with a smile on her face.
“You asked for me?” She winked, already taking off her top, which bared her exquisite breasts cradled in a red silk bra.
Sex had become her coping mechanism, and truth be told, I’d gladly reaped the benefits from it. I was concerned, but not stupid. There existed no scenario in which I would ever tell her no when she wanted to suck my cock, or me to claim her pussy. None.
However, today was a special day and I needed her to be herself.
I patted the bench next to me. “We need to talk.”
“That sounds ominous. Also, isn’t that supposed to be my line? It’s weird when it comes from you.” She sat her cute butt onto the leather.
I tore my eyes away from her creamy breasts and hard peaks that were begging for my attention.
I pulled her legs over my lap. “We need to talk about how you pretend like Moscow never happened.”
When she looked away, I gently pushed her face back toward me so she would look me in the eyes.
“It’s okay to be angry, Ekaterina. It’s okay to scream and shout. You don’t always have to put on a brave face. Not with me. Hell, not with anyone in this house. You’re the strongest womanI know, but you can allow yourself to fall apart with me. I will always catch you when you fall.”
