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The gun lands in front of her. Tears stream down her face, and her eyes flutter. “Mikhail,” she says softly.
I lift a glass of rum and bring it to my lips. “Close your eyes if you must.”
“I’m not doing this,” she says with a halted breath.
She’s weak. She doesn’t understand her actions have consequences.
“Why not?”
She shakes her head. “You’re fucking insane.”
I get up from my chair and walk over to her. “You want him to live?” Brushing her hair out of her face, I stand behind her and put my hands on her small shoulders. “Just be honest, Sloane.”
“Yes,” she says.
“Then you will serve the punishment for him.”
“Okay.”
The commitment she has to her family amazes me. I admire the hell out of her for it. I wish my brother would have shown his love for me the way Sloane shows her love for others. But her love isn’t the kind that gets things done. It’s a pond full of still water; nothing changes. Nothing happens in still waters.
I nod my head slowly and click my tongue. “Lev, dump him on the side of the road.”
“Sure thing.” Lev stands up from his chair and drags the man out.
I don’t need to know who he is in order to figure out Sloane’s father sent him. He thinks if he doesn’t come get her himself it won’t be seen as a threat. But here’s the thing: Ludis will do what I say. It’s always been like that. He works for me until he doesn’t. There isn’t a life for him if he doesn’t stick by my side. He’s raised Sloane to listen to him, but that will change.
Sloane will do as I say, not what he says.
“Max,” I call. “Take her out while I deal with this shit.”
Sloane doesn’t push me any further, and that’s a smart decision of her part. I’m trying to be kind to her, but she’s giving me a run for my money.
CHAPTER15
SLOANE
He said I would serve the consequences, but it’s been two days and I’m in the clear. He avoids me like the plague, and for that I don’t blame him. He lowered his guard with me, and it bit him in the ass.
I can’t lie ... I’m not even upset with Mikhail for getting in the middle of my rescue. I still have a job to finish, and I know I’m getting somewhere with him because he showed mercy to the man who came here.
Being here isn’t much different from the yacht. This house is fucking magical. I would expect a man like Mikhail to have a dark, gloomy mansion. Instead, he has a white brick beach house with a large pool and tennis court. Mikhail has too much money. He probably wipes his ass with hundred-dollar bills.
Still, I can’t believe I let it get that far. I can’t believehelet it get that far.What the fuck was I thinking?
The warm breeze spins around my body while I hold up the tennis racket and hit the ball against the stone wall.
“You’ve got a good arm,” a voice says behind me.
Turning my head, I see Max standing beside the net in a pair of baggy blue jeans and an oversize green T-shirt. He doesn’t wear what everyone else does, and he looks good this way. Max has the kind of face that makes people stop in their tracks to get a second glance. His smile could be famous. He’s a handsome man.
“Thanks,” I say on a worn-out breath of air.
“I’m sure you’d play better with a partner.”
I laugh. “I’m sure I could.”
He crosses his large arms as he steps closer to me. “Mm-hmm,” he hums, grabbing onto my arm. I stumble back from his touch, ready to question him. That is until he takes my insulin pen from his pocket and holds it in front of my face. “What is this?” he asks in a deep voice.
