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I’m done standing on the sidelines of her life that’s an absolute fucking disaster.
She deserves her island where she can paint to her heart’s content, and I’ll make sure her dream becomes a reality.
Taoka lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “I respect the bratva. I’ll talk to Viktor myself.”
My eyes narrow on the man. “It wasn’t Viktor’s woman who was beaten.”
Taoka stares at me for a moment, then curses in Japanese. “What do you want?”
No amount of money can compensate for the suffering Abigail was forced to endure, but just to make a point, I mutter, “Five million euros. One for every soldier of the yakuza who dared to touch what’s mine.”
I’ll give the money to Abigail to do with what she wants. It will allow her to move out from under her father’s control.
Taoka nods, and swallowing the bitter pill that’s his pride, he says, “I apologize for my soldiers’ careless acts. I never sanctioned the attack.”
I nod and rise to my feet. “Transfer the funds to St. Monarch’s.”
Considering the meeting over with, I stalk out of the office and head to my suite so I can shower.
Stepping into my room, I rush through the tedious routine so I can get back to the infirmary. Taking into account all the shit that went down today, I’m surprised to find the infirmary quiet. I assume Aurora has been tended to and that she’s resting.
Stopping outside the room where Abigail is, I softly knock on the door.
It only takes a moment before Alek opens. He nods for me to come in, then whispers, “She just passed out.”
My eyes lock on Abigail, where she’s lying on the bed in a fetal position, her arms tightly wrapped around her middle.
Christ, my heart.
With the blood cleaned off her face, I can see all her bruises. Her right eye is painfully swollen, a butterfly bandage over a cut beneath her eyebrow.
Her jaw is every fucking shade of the rainbow, and her bottom lip is split open.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. I turn my head to look at Alek. “Thank you for killing the fuckers.”
He just nods.
Wanting to avoid future misunderstandings, I say, “She’s mine.”
He nods again. “I know.” He glances at Abigail. “You’ll have to be patient with her. She’s traumatized and will need time.” His eyes come back to mine. “A lot of time. Don’t push her.”
Suspicious that something else happened to Abigail, my eyes narrow on Alek. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He shakes his head. “Just be patient with Abbie.” Sighing, he adds, “And I’m not going to turn my back on her.”
I don’t know much about Alek, only that he’s unhinged and a bratva enforcer.
He lets out another sigh, then mutters, “Stop planning ways to kill me. I’m just her friend. I saved Abbie, so naturally, she feels safe with me. That’s all it is.”
He better mean it, or he’ll lose his fucking dick.
My eyes turn back to Abigail, and I step closer until I’m next to the bed. Lifting a hand, I gently brush my fingers over her messy hair.
She lets out a whimper, curling into a smaller ball, and it fucking cracks my heart right down the middle.
My stomach drops, and my fucking soul shrivels as my eyes snap to Alek. Before I can ask if the unspeakable was done to her, he shakes his head.
Thank God.
