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“I…thought that…”
“What? He’d married someone else? Tried to kill you and your family? You were so sure without even attempting to talk to him about it.”
I purse my lips, then click my tongue. “I wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind.”
“And you think he was? He’d just found out you were alive after burying you with his own hands. You believe he was prepared to see you back?”
My gulp gets stuck at the back of my throat and I stare at him for a few beats, not knowing what to say. On one hand, I can’t fault what he pointed out, but on the other, he didn’t experience the emotions I did after I had to go back to Russia.
The feelings of betrayal, rage, and utter despair. Hell, even longing was there. I missed Kirill so much, and I hated myself for it every day.
Viktor steps forward. “I’m warning you. If you attempt to hurt him again, I won’t give a fuck that he forgives you. I will kill you and permanently remove you from his life, Aleksandra.”
I lift my chin. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t make me. I witnessed how he turned into a ghost of his former self after your alleged death, but I’d rather have that instead of burying him myself.”
“I don’t want him hurt or dead, Viktor.”
“Your track record doesn’t work in your favor. I’m going to need something more convincing than mere words.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
“Prove what?”
My spine jerks upright at Kirill’s deep voice. Anyone else would’ve only heard the closed-off tone, but I can easily detect the rage simmering beneath the surface.
His arm wraps around the small of my back, eliciting sharp goosebumps on my naked skin.
I stare up at him and wish I hadn’t. His face is sharp angles of disapproval. An unprecedented storm whirls in his eyes, darkening them to a raging blue.
And those eyes are now directed at Viktor. “What will my wife prove to you?”
The guard merely lifts a shoulder. “Why don’t you ask her?”
“I’m asking you, and if you don’t start giving me answers in the next breath, I’m going to confiscate all your air until you spit out your last.”
“It’s nothing.” I place an unsteady hand on his chest.
I’ve been in so much bliss lately that I almost forgot just how scary he can get.
“I’ll decide whether it’s nothing or something once I hear the details.”
“She said she doesn’t want you to be hurt and I said I don’t believe her, considering her spying and conspiratorial past, so she offered to prove it.”
I stare at Viktor, mouth parted. The bastard just spilled it all out without sparing any detail. Not that I should be surprised, but I thought he’d at least spare me the embarrassment.
“I’m out of here,” Viktor announces before he turns and leaves without waiting for a reply.
He must’ve driven here and left the car at the main dirt road, which is a couple minutes’ walk.
Kirill’s expression doesn’t change, despite Viktor’s secret-exposing session. If anything, the look in his eyes gets darker, his pupils nearly swallowing the irises.
I try to smile, though carefully. “Are you up for that match?”
“You look different.”
My cheeks turn red without my permission. “Good different?”
“Bad.”
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
He digs his fingers into my arm. “Did you dress this way once you spotted Viktor? Didn’t know he was your type.”
“Maybe he is.” I lift my chin.
“Is that so?” His lips curve in a smile, but it’s more like a scary smirk. I don’t like it when he’s all calm like this. It’s a sure way to know that he’s plotting something nefarious.
“Yeah. I decided to keep my options open for when we divorce.” I know I’m provoking him, but he did it first.
I dressed up for him and the fucking prick is making me feel bad.
One moment I’m standing there and the next, he’s grabbing me by the throat, his fingers pressing on the sides so that I’m immobilized.
“You need to learn when to shut the fuck up, Sasha.”
I hit his hand and kick at his leg, but he barely allows me to move.
It’s always a damn struggle with this man. It’s like I’m fighting a bull with no chance of winning.
“Let me go, you asshole,” I strain with the little breath I have left.
“Understand this, wife.” He speaks so close to my face, his mouth almost touches my cheek. “There are no options for you other than me. If you keep insisting there are, I will make you watch as I slaughter each and every one of them.”
Something is definitely wrong with me. Otherwise, why the hell are his savage touch and crazy words turning the temperature in my body up a notch?
Maybe I’m as screwed up as he is.
Maybe the reason I fell for him in the first place was because he speaks to the demented part of me I didn’t know existed.
