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I shouldn’t feel any remorse. I should want her to be punished, to suffer the way my family has.
I should hate her for deceiving me.
Still, my heart clenches at the fear assaulting her body, fear I know I can’t calm.
Anger percolates deep in my gut because I don’t hate her.
Even after she lied to my face about her family’s involvement in Mom’s death.
No, I don’t fucking hate her.
I’m falling for her, harder and faster with every damn day that passes.
And for as much as that loss of control over my heart pisses me off, now I have to make a choice that may hurt her…the same choice she made when she held onto her secret about Hadeon.
She chose her family.
I have an obligation to do the same.
For justice.
No matter how much I want to save her, I know I can’t.
Not yet.
I slowly slip my free hand from its spot on her shoulder and reach into my pocket. For some reason, I grabbed a GPS location tracker and stuck it in my pants before we left to come here. I can’t explain why, but I had a feeling I’d need it.
Now I know why.
This guy, whoever the hell he is, is here for Larysa, not Hadeon.
And he thinks I’m about to become collateral damage.
The GPS tracker is the only hope we have to find Larysa alive once he takes her.
My gut drops like it’s been weighed down by piles of heavy metal chains.
I have to let it happen first, otherwise we have no shot of tracing all of these attacks back to the source.
And that’s supposed to be my goal. Always protect the family.
“That’s the thing about the Brotherhood 7, Malikov,” the man says in a low, ominous tone. “We’re like a hydra. You cut off one head, three more grow in its place. And our tentacles touch every inch of the world. Your family, the members of Red Ladro, that prick Alek Severinov…you all think you can destroy what’s left of our society. But you can’t, no matter how many operatives you recruit. The Brotherhood will live on forever.”
My chest tightens when Larysa backs against me, closing the space between us as if it’s enough to save her from what comes next. As ifIcan save her. It’s her silent plea.
I grit my teeth and slip the tiny black tracker into the back pocket of her shorts, deep enough so that it won’t fall out. Then I grip her hip, pulling her close.
She’s fucking mine…
A tiny whimper slips from her lips. It’s almost as if she can hear the thoughts raging through my mind right now.
But that won’t stop me from letting it happen.
It’s a sacrifice for justice.
Hersacrifice.
I dig into her hip, heat from her prickled flesh singeing my fingertips.
