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Well done Malik. You’ve successfully managed to shut down and become the asshole who didn’t give a fuck that he’d just married the most beautiful woman in the world. Fucking well done…
As I follow my brothers and Aleksander out of the hall, I look back at my wife being escorted away by my guards.
My wife… Gwen St. James is my wife.
She’s Gwen Volkova now.
Those words sound odd to my being, yet the selfish part of me loves the melody of the thought ringing through my mind.
If I could truly do what I want, I would be taking her to some exotic island where the two of us could get lost in each other.
Gwen looks more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Her wedding dress looks like it was made for her. It hugs her frame in all the right ways, showing off all her finest assets while making her look like she just stepped out of a dream a devil like me would never be able to reach.
That golden hair adorning her head is a crown of glory, and she is
the goddess I christened her to be.
Today, I’m sure even Aphrodite was jealous of her newest rival.
I steal a glance at the gold wedding band on my finger and remember the Gwen I first met. I remember the girl who ran to me because she thought I could protect her. I remember the girl who trusted me.
When we took our vows, she looked at me as if she was trying to find me.
I can’t be found. I’m so lost that people only see glimpses of who I used to be. She got close, though.
My eyes rivet to her body until Yuri opens the double doors and they all walk out. Gwen is gone, yet in my head, I can still see her and despite my decision to get my dick under control, I’m still consumed by lust for her.
I force myself to push her out of my mind and unwrap her from each beat of my heart.
I need to, because the uninvited guest from the Navarro cartel we have chained up in the dungeon below is perfect evidence of how distracted I’ve been with Gwen. Our new friend is a perfect example of why I need to focus.
This is the Bratva compound where we hold meetings. It’s also where wequestionpeople. Five percent of the people who come through here for interrogation get to keep their lives.
People from our world know what this place is, and they knowneverto come here or look in our direction unless we send for them. But hours ago, my men picked up a man trying to sneak into the building—one of Diego’s falcons, a motherfucking spies.
From the pictures my men pulled from his camera, they’ve informed me that he’s been following me for the last two days—literally since Desmier invited Diego to the meeting on Monday.
Diego got his minion to follow me specifically because, of course, he probably guessed we know they’re responsible for my captivity.
As we have no dealings with the Navarros, his first thought might have been that, but he was dumb enough to stir the nest.
I was so blindsided by Gwen that I didn’t even know.
The presence of Diego’s guy here means war has already begun, and it’s not going to be pretty. As this war is mine, it’s imperative I don’t fuck things up.
We walk out the door and into the foyer, there we stop.
Now that the wedding is over, Aleksander and Desmier will be attending another meeting to speak to the men in our alliance who have contracts with the Navarros.
Zakh and I will be joining them after we take care of Diego’s spy.
“I trust you can deal with ourvisitorin a timely fashion.” Aleksander directs the comment at me.
“Of course, Pakhan.” I give him a curt nod. “My men have already extracted evidence from him. I just have a few questions before I deal with him.”
“Wonderful. We’ll see you shortly.”
He and Desmier leave while Zakh and I continue down the path.
