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“I’ve been a target all my life and figured out how to dodge a shit ton of bullets.”
“That’s great for you, but how does that help us?”
He tilts my chin, forcing my eyes upward. “While I was dodging the bullets, I learned how to kill the people firing them. You have to trust me.”
An incredulous laugh tumbles from my lips. “You, the guy with the emotionally crippling trust issues, is tellingmeto have faith? Are you serious?”
“Deadly.” His eyebrows knit together, lips twisting into a grimace that clouds his expression with foreboding. “This time you’re gonna have to do as I say, not as I do. Otherwise, when they do come back, nobody will be able to save you.”
Chapter26
Danil
“Why wouldn’t you be able to save me? You’re supposed to be this all-powerful assassin. You always win, isn’t that what you told me? So what’s the problem?” Larysa’s eyes suddenly blaze with anger that seems to have come from literally out of nowhere considering I just fucked her within an inch of her life. She pushes past me and slides off the edge of the desk, stopping to pick up scraps of fabric from the floor.
I fist my hair, watching her try to cover herself with the shredded material for some unknown reason since nobody on the outside can see into my place.
“You’re flipping the hell out right now for no reason. I told you what would happen if youdon’ttrust me. So just trust me.”
“Why should I trust you?” she yells, obviously forgetting that there’s a sleeping baby not too far away. “You haven’t been honest about anything. I’ve tried to talk to you, to connect on some level since we share a child. But you’re so freaking hot and cold. You shut me out all of the time. And when you get horny, you use me like a fuck toy and then burrow back into your dark hole after you get off.”
I scrub a hand down the front of my face. “What do you want from me? You want me to make promises I can’t keep?”
“No, I just want you to be honest with me.” Holding the shredded T-shirt to her pussy while covering her tits with the same arm, she stomps over to me and punches me in the shoulder with her free fist. “I’m a big girl, okay? I can handle big girl shit. But you’re treating me like a yo-yo. You hug me close, then push me away. Over and over and over. And I’m sick of it!”
“You want me to tell you that we have a future when right now, I’m trying to figure out how to survive the day.” I capture her wrist in my hand and squeeze tight. “I don’t have the luxury of looking forward. That alone should make you run as far away from me as fast as you can. How’s that for being honest?”
“Then this is all a game to you.” She wrenches her wrist out of my grip and I let her pull away. “Thank you for assuring me that I really am a complete headcase for thinking that there might be something more on your mind than sex.”
“There’s definitely something more on my mind,” I growl. “Avoiding death, for fuck’s sake.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You know what? You don’t deserve us, anyway. You’re a miserable bastard who’s so blinded by the need for revenge that you can’t be happy with what is right in front of you. But someone else will, someday. So thanks for forcing me to see the writing on the wall.” She turns and stalks away, her hair whipping around her shoulders. Her bare feet slap against the floor, her body rigid with disgust.
I pound my fist on the top of the desk.
What the hell was I thinking? That I’d be able to fight off these feelings and just let her walk out of my life when I got what I wanted?
I turn to stare out the window, fisting my hair as frustration floods my mind.
That was always the goal. Problem is, as time went on and she crept further under my skin, what I wanted before changed.
Now I want more, but I don’t know how to get it and actually keep it with the threats flying at us. And this is just one example of what I live every single day.
How the hell can I have a real life with a real family as a hired gun? I kill people for a living, to preserve and protect my family and our organization. Luka took over as boss and wanted a family, so he got out of the game and tagged me in.
I can’t turn my back on my responsibilities. The family is always a top priority. Losing focus even for a second gets people killed. And dragging Larysa and Daniela into the bottomless pit of danger where I dwell isn’t fair to them.
Taking a deep breath, I pull on my shorts. I don’t know what time it is, but I can hear the vodka in my freezer screaming my name. I walk into the kitchen and grab the handle to pull the freezer door open as the shower spray turns on.
Gritting my teeth, I slam it shut before grabbing the neck of the bottle, then pad down the hallway toward the bathroom.
There’s something I need more than booze right now.
I open the bathroom door. My breath hitches as I stare into the walk-in glass shower. I quickly drop my shorts, my cock thickening with every step I take toward her. As much as I’ve tried to keep her out, she keeps digging deeper into the dark recesses of my heart, and I can’t fight her…or myself…anymore.
Soapy water streams down the curve of Larysa’s spine. She arches her back, stretching her arms overhead to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. The rush of water flowing over her head must be loud enough to block out the sound of me pulling open the door, because she doesn’t turn to look at me.
I close the space between us, and just as I reach my hand out to rest on her hip, she spins around, a fierce glare in her hardened gaze.
