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“We need to go,” the man treating my wounds tells them.
Adrian nods his head, putting his arms underneath me, and lifting me with ease. I cry out like a wounded animal, the pain from the simple movement sending shock waves of agony across my entire body.
“Fuck, I'm sorry.” Adrian's voice is thick with emotion as he carries me from the motel room, clutching my body gently against his solid frame. My head rolls to the side, coming to rest against his chest.
“It’s okay,” I mumble. And it is. I'm in pain, but it's a pain with a purpose now. Every step he takes is carrying me further away from this nightmare. And that's all I can ask for.
Thirty-Nine
“We’ve got a problem, Volkov,” Lorenzo Gallo says over the phone.
Sighing, I lean back in my chair, my eyes still on the video feed of my fiancée sleeping in our bed. The temporary doctor I have filling in for Eric, while he recovers, had finally given the all-clear for me to fuck my lioness and I took full advantage of that last night.
“And what is that problem, Gallo?”
“You know what the fucking problem is,” he snarls. “Don’t play dumb. You are taking all the Castellanos’s assets for yourself.”
“Well, not exactly, since I did give a piece of it to the Spiridakoses as a goodwill gesture,” I tell him lazily.
“That’s against the code,” he hisses. “Territories of fallen families are to be divided equally among all of us. You know that. Yet you seem to be hoarding it all.”
He’s forgetting one very important detail, however.
“The Castellanoses are not a fallen family,” I remind him. “Vanya Castellanos is the sole blood heir to her father’s fortune and in approximately two months' time, she will be my wife, which means all of her assets transfer to me.”
“You little fucking shit.”
I chuckle darkly. “Funny thing about that, too,” I continue nonchalantly. “It seems like someone was backing Ada and her Albanian family. There is no way she had the funds to do half the shit she did. Like hire a hacker to make it look like I paid the hitman out of my own accounts.”
His hesitation reveals that he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“It would be really bad if the information I found on her computers somehow landed in the lap of the other families, wouldn’t it?”
“Be careful, Volkov,” he hisses. Yep, I’ve touched a nerve alright. “I’ve been running my organization longer than you’ve been alive. Don’t threaten me unless you want a war.”
“By all means,” I scoff. “Go right ahead and declare war. Just remember that I have the complete backing of the entire Sovereign Brotherhood and the Ivankov Bratva. How well do you think you’ll fare against all our forces? You might get some of ours, but we’ll take down all of yours.”
“Watch your back, Volkov,” he huffs. “Utter shit like that and someone might come for you and that pretty fiancée of yours.”
“Mention my soon-to-be wife again, Gallo, and I’ll come and personally rip your tongue out.”
I end the call.
Fucking asshole.
The Gallos are known for their ruthlessness but so am I.
I set down my phone on my desk and go to find my woman.My woman. I like the sound of that. Not that long ago, the thought of her being my woman turned my stomach. Not because she isn’t beautiful or amazing. Vanya is nothing but sunshine and laughter. She’s the fresh smell of rain after a storm. But because I thought I cared for someone once and it nearly broke me when she betrayed me.
Anton has made me realize that those feelings weren’t mine but rather, Ada’s manipulation of my feelings. The moment Vanya had flung herself from the car, I regretted my words. She is more to me than just some trophy wife. She’s everything to me and I will spend the rest of my life showing her how much she means to me.
Especially if it means I get to bury myself between her thighs every day.
Forty
Sunlight spills through the gauzy curtains of our bedroom. It’s been nearly six weeks since Adrian rescued me from my deranged and mentally unstable sister slash best friend. My heart still aches when I think of her, but I don’t mourn her. Not anymore. I had six years to mourn the version of her I knew growing up and not the twisted version of her that had kidnapped me.
I snuggle closer to the warmth beside me, relishing in the feel of his hard muscles against my soft skin. Adrian lazily runs his hand through my hair, his eyes still closed. Since that fateful day, he’s been doing everything to show me how sorry he is for everything he had done.
