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“How’s that for getting lucky?” Larysa breathes, reaching behind her to shut off the shower spray.
I graze her lips with my own, trying hard to ignore the tight knot in my gut. My heart thunders in my chest, threatening to make its escape through my throat.
One loose end still flicks my dick.
Luka doesn’t know the truth about the security footage that frames me as Olek’s killer. He also doesn’t know that me being there wasn’t a mistake, that I was following through on a bullshit order from Dima.
But what’s worse is that I lied to Larysa. I left her that night at the Fairmont after fucking her senseless. I made her betray the trust of her family with a bullshit alibi…the exact thing I’d have killed anyone for doing to me.
I'm caught in a web of deceit and desire, and there’s a hell of a lot at risk of being consumed by the flames of my own truth.
The heat from Larysa's fingertips on my hip stings my skin, reigniting a raging battle within me — a battle against a merciless enemy who seeks nothing less than absolute destruction, not only of me, but everything and everyone I care about.
Because that’s what the really vengeful bastards do.
I should know.
I’m one of them.
Chapter27
Danil
“Natasha is a total sociopath. I really don’t understand why you couldn’t have left us at your place and come here by yourself.” Larysa sighs, pressing a hand to her forehead as I turn onto the private road leading to Luka’s house.
“She’s a mob boss’s wife.”
“And because of that she can go around making threats to innocent people?” She jerks her head toward me. “Because Iaminnocent, and it’d be nice if someone actually acknowledged that instead of hinting that I’m on the verge of an excruciatingly painful and torturous death?”
“She’s just being protective. It’s her job. We all have roles to play. Didn’t your mother—?”
“My mother died years ago. Cancer. Power plays weren’t important to her.”
I swing the steering wheel around to the right and pull my Range Rover next to Nik’s Dodge Challenger. Shutting off the ignition, my chest tightens. I never even bothered to ask. All the focus has been on losing my own mother and what Olek did to mess with us.
“I’m sorry.” I turn to look at her. “You never mentioned anything.”
She shrugs. “It was a long time ago. But I remember enough to know that she was a warm, kind woman who welcomed everyone into her home. She was always so gracious and loving, even for a mob boss’s wife.”
Her last words sting. And I deserve them.
“I should have asked.”
She nods, her gaze pained. “Yeah. If you cared about me at all, you would have. Then again, you made it clear that you aren’t that guy.”
I wrap my fingers around the steering wheel. “I told you I don’t do this kind of thing. I wasn’t lying. I don’t really know how.”
“To be decent? To ask questions because you care, and not be so wrapped up in your own misery that you shut everyone else out?” She scoffs and pushes open the door. “I shouldn’t be so shocked. You’ve never let me in even an inch. That won’t change.Youwon’t change.”
Then she slams the door shut and opens the back door to release Daniela from the straps of the car seat.
“I’m hungry,” Daniela says. “Can I have eggs?”
“I brought some snacks for you. And then I’ll make you eggs when we get home.”
“No, Daddy make eggs.” Daniela flashes her million-dollar grin at me as Larysa pulls her out of the car. My heart clenches when I see the dejected look on Larysa’s face.
“How about we make them together?” My eyes flicker toward Larysa’s, but she’s already heading toward the front door like she’s walking the green mile.
