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Protect the family.
It wasn’t a request, either.
Staring into Larysa’s eyes, I can feel a twinge of remorse stab at my heart. Killing her isn’t the right thing to do. She didn’t have anything to do with that meeting, or with her brothers’ attempt on my life.
But what the fuck do I care about doing the right thing? The universe has fucked me up the ass plenty. Why does she deserve mercy? Because she’s a hot piece of ass? Fuck, no.
This is the life we live. The risks, the consequences, the possibility of retribution — it’s what we choose to accept, what we know we can never truly escape.
I found that out the hard way when my hockey career crumbled.
Latent anger gathers force deep inside of me, ready to spew like hot lava.
So yeah. She should suffer because she’s part of a long line of fuckheads who have caused the same agony for others.
An eye for an eye.
I say it to myself again, almost as if something is holding me back from ending her. I stare at her, my gaze clinging tight to a flicker of disdain in her eyes. It’s not shocking. She knows the end is near, and that I’m about to ruin her plans, her future, and her dreams.
Fuck it. Nobody ever said life was fair.
“You don’t remember.” She bites down on her lower lip to keep it from trembling.
I narrow my eyes, my pulse humming against my throat. My fingers fist the silky material covering her sinful curves, itching with the urge to tear it from her body. “Remember what?”
“That night in Kiev.”
Her voice is so low, I think for a second that I imagined that she just said...no, it’s impossible. It can’t be…her?
That girl looked completely different. She was blonde with soul-searing green eyes. Broken, horny, and prime for the taking. I needed a good release after my meeting, and she seemed just as anxious for a distraction.
Of course I rememberthatnight.
That night. Fuck.
It was the night Olek Moroz was killed in his office. I went back to make him a counteroffer, and before I made it inside, shots were fired and I narrowly escaped the cops when they showed up. I fucked up by not making the deal in the first place but jeopardized my entire family by putting myself at the crime scene. Luckily, there was no security footage that showed me at his office at the time of the murder. I guess the guy who pulled the trigger thought ahead and destroyed the evidence to save his own ass.
I should have gotten on a plane immediately after that, but I didn’t. Instead, I went back to the Fairmont because I wasn’t ready to face the hell I knew I’d get at home.
And I met her.
My gut wrenches.
That magnetic pull.
I remember that night like it happened yesterday.
Every moan, every scream, every slash of her nails against my back.
It was incredible.Shewas incredible.
But then it was over.
Reality hovered like an ominous cloud. My life, however shitty and unfulfilling, was back in Miami. I torched my family’s future and had to face the consequences.
Fate had shown me over and over that my future would never be paved with anything other than the sharpest thorns. No happiness, just impending doom.
So I sent her away, because what the fuck else could I possibly have to offer other than a mind-bending lay?
