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“Good. I’d hate to lose the money, but I understand you must fight for your woman. It’s a tricky situation.”
“Misha will be at the engagement party tonight. Can I use him to tell me what’s happening inside the mansion?”
“Yes, but he’s not to take part in the attack. l might agree that you have a right to defend your woman, but the bratva can’t be a part of the attack.”
“I understand. My parents and I will handle the situation.”
“I’m sorry this happened, Nikolai. I hope you get her back.”
“Thank you.”
I end the call as Misha comes into the office.
“Sir?” he asks.
“You’re going to an engagement party tonight.”
He nods. “Aurora just told me.”
“Viktor is aware of everything, so you won’t get in trouble. I need you to be my inside man,” I inform him. “You’re not to take part in the attack. As soon as I hit, you take Aurora and get out of there. Understood.”
“Yes, sir.”
I give him my phone number, then order, “I want to know how many guards there are and where they’re situated.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll give you a minute to escape with Aurora before I attack,” I warn him.
“Thank you, sir,” Misha says before leaving the office.
I turn my attention to Uncle Carson, who comes to stand in front of me. “How can I help?”
I shake my head. “As the director of St. Monarch’s, you need to stay out of this.”
We quickly hug before I rush out of the castle so I can get home and gather my army. When I climb into the armored SUV, I pull my phone out.
I know the chances that Abigail will answer are slim, and her phone has probably been confiscated, but still, I dial her number.
‘Hi, you’ve reached Abigail. I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll call you back. Bye.’
I dial the number again so I can just listen to her voice while the SUV drives to the airfield where my private jet is waiting.
When the phone beeps for me to leave a message, I growl, “I’m coming for you,moya lyubov'.”
Chapter 37
Abbie
I’ve taken a long, relaxing bath to try and calm my nerves.
Just keep up appearances until Nikolai comes.
I walk into my bedroom after lathering my body with my favorite lotion and stare at the dress I’ll wear to the ‘engagement party.’
It’s a beautiful silk gown, the color of a starry night. I put on my underwear, then reach for the dress. It glides over my skin, hanging low enough to show cleavage. The slit comes high, showing my thigh.
I step into a pair of high heels and grin when I think I’ll be taller than Antonio. The bastard can look up at me because I’ll never kneel before him.
