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I close my eyes and take a deep breath, knowing that the course of all of our lives is about to change forever.
Chapter1
Kat
SIX YEARS LATER
“Piece of junk,” I mumble, slamming the door of my beat-up Ford Focus with my foot. Juggling a bag of groceries in one hand and cleaning supplies in the other, I make my way across the front lawn and toward the front door which is slightly ajar.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I swallow a gulp of air. I definitely locked it this morning. I triple check it before I leave. As I scan the street behind me, I notice a beautiful Black Porsche SUV with the tinted windows.
My hands trembling, I place my bags on the ground, straining to hear any noise from inside the house. Placing my hand on the door, I edge it open a little further. If my asshole older brother has dragged his sorry ass back here looking for money, then I swear to God I will kick him straight in the nuts.
But at least if it’s him, I know what to expect. I know how to handle him. I’ve been doing it since I was fifteen and our mom died. There’s no way he’d be here in that fancy car though, so who the hell does it belong to? Somebody looking for him, perhaps? Yet another person he’s screwed over.
My heart beats wildly as I stand on the porch. I knew I shouldn’t have offered him a place to stay, but when he’d turned up at my doorstep four weeks earlier, standing in the pouring rain with no coat, what the hell else was I supposed to do? He had nowhere else to go and he’s my brother after all. So I offered him my sofa, and for a few weeks, it was actually nice having him around. I wasn’t surprised at all two mornings ago to wake up to find him gone with nothing but a note that said he’d be in touch when he’s back on his feet. I was even less surprised to find all the money in my purse and my emergency fund gone too.Asshole!
If they’re looking for Leo, then they’ve come to the wrong place.
Suddenly, I wish I’d taken my cousin’s advice of carrying my gun in my purse. I push open the door and step into the house, leaving it open behind me in case I need to run. The sound of voices carries down the hallway from the kitchen. Men’s voices and they don’t sound happy. Passing the stairs, I reach for the baseball bat I keep tucked behind the coat stand and grip it tightly as I make my way to the back of the house.
Two men — large and bulky — are sitting at my kitchen table. Dressed in black tailored suits that probably cost more than my entire year’s rent and black shirts open at the collar. Both have dark hair and beards. Are they brothers? They sure look similar.
Dark ink covers their hands and their necks. When they look up at me, my heart almost gives out. They don’t move, but their presence is suffocating. It’s visceral. These men… they don’t listen to reason or logic.
“You must be Katerina?” one of them says, and his voice makes every hair on my body stand on end. It’s deep and smooth like chocolate but dark and menacing. I bet he likes to talk to people while he kills them. Confuses their brain with his velvety rich voice while he pulls out their fingernails.
They stare at me while I remain frozen on the spot. I’ve experienced this before. Paralyzed into inaction by my own fear, and it led to...
No, I can’t go there now. I need to think.
I react on instinct, launching the baseball bat I’m holding in their direction and distracting them while I make a run for it. My heart pounds as I race down the narrow hallway to my bedroom. The sound of the bat and my wooden chairs clattering to the floor behind me makes me pump my arms faster. Instead of escaping out of the open front door, I head for my room, where there’s a bolt on the door and a handgun beneath my pillow.
My bedroom is my sanctuary. The only place I ever feel safe. If either of them steps foot in there, I will blow their goddamn heads off. I stumble inside, scrambling to get to safety, but footsteps thunder after me. My nails scratch the wood as I fumble to close the door, but I’m not fast enough, and it flies open, sending me hurtling across the room where I land on the edge of my bed.
When I look up, one of the bearded men is advancing on me, not the one with the velvet voice, but his colleague. His eyes are dark as he glares at me for daring to run.
“Get the hell out of my house,” I shriek as I scoot back along the bed. Reaching beneath my pillow, my hand curls around the handle of my Glock.
I point it at him as he gets closer and… his lips twitch. Rude, arrogant asshole actually smiles at me. “You sure you got the guts to use that thing?” he drawls and his voice is just as terrifying as the other guys. Do they teach that in bad guy school? How to distract your enemies, or in this case, your prey, with your voice alone?
“One step closer and you’ll find out.” My heart is racing faster than a Chevy at Daytona, and my hand is trembling as I aim the gun at his chest, but he’s mistaken if he thinks I’m afraid to use this weapon.
He steps closer anyway, and I close my eyes as I squeeze. No gunshot sounds. Just a soft click of the trigger.
“Oh yeah, we found that,” he snorts as if this is funny, enraging me further.
I pull the trigger again and nothing, so I throw the gun at his head, but he ducks. Still, it gives me long enough to spring from the bed and dart past him — and straight into the arms of his colleague.
“You are a feisty little kitten,” he sneers.
I lash out, scratching his face as I try to escape his grip, but he catches my wrist in his giant hand and squeezes until pain shoots up my forearm. Then he twists me around so that my back is pressed against his chest and he has both of my arms pinned behind me. He rests his mouth close to my ear and his warm breath dusts over my neck, making me shiver involuntarily.
“I kind of like it when you struggle, kitten,” he whispers.
“Then you’ll love this.” I throw my head back, but he dodges me.
“You really shouldn’t warn people when you’re about to headbutt them,” he hisses as he pushes me toward the kitchen with my hands still pinned behind my back and his arm around my waist so I’m caged against his body.
