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He grabs my hands suddenly and pins them to the wall. I can already feel the bruises he’s gonna leave on my wrists as he traps me against his body.
Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t—
Too late. I’m panicking.
“No. Adrik. Let… me… go!”
My words are muffled in his heaving, hungry breaths. Venera may lower inhibitions but it certainly doesn’t hinder strength. Adrik feels like a mountain I’m trying to push off me.
“P-please… don’t do this…”
He just growls in my ear. “I’m gonna send you back to him stinking of me. I’m gonna carve my fucking name onto your pussy so that every time he touches you, he’ll know what I did tonight.”
I scream but he clamps his hand over my mouth. The moment he releases my wrist, I swing it forward, whacking the side of his head. But that just pisses him off.
“You fucking cunt! I’m gonna…”
His hand rises. I close my eyes and brace for the blow that I know is coming. And then—
His oppressive weight disappears altogether. Relief floods through me as I open my eyes and realize that I’m not alone anymore.
The cavalry's here.
44
RUSLAN
It takes all my willpower to keep my leg from bouncing up and down.
But considering I’m not the only one in this VIP room, I need to maintain an air of confidence. I need to keep my shit together.
Which is easier said than done, considering that I can hear the way that bastard is pawing all over my woman and it feels like there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
Kirill seems to believe otherwise, though, because he rounds the coffee table and leans over my shoulder. “Just a few minutes more. She’s almost got him right where she wants him.”
“Is that wishful thinking?” I snap. “Because it sounds like she’s terrified.”
“She’s playing the part,” Kirill says convincingly. “If we bust in there now before he’s confessed to anything…”
Our whispering has earned some glances from a few of the other men at the table. Including the massive, beefy president of the Rabid Wolves MC, a motorcycle club infamous for running damn near ninety percent of the drug traffic in the city.
“Be cool, brother,” Kirill murmurs. “We’ve almost got him.”
I focus on the tiny device sitting on the table between us, crackling with radio static. “…you cut corners…”
I grit my teeth. This is it. I get to my feet, ignoring the fact that Kirill is still breathing down my neck.
“Brother—”
“Give the team a heads-up. They need to be ready to go in the fuckingsecondI give the signal.”
“…No. Adrik. Let… me… go! P-please… don’t do this…”
“Now!” I roar as I burst out of the VIP room and charge towards the back entrance of the club.
By the time I get out into the alleyway, two of my guys have Adrik by the collar while Emma stands pasted to the wall with her arms wrapped around her shivering body. I rush straight to her and gather her up in my embrace.
“You did so fucking great, baby,” I whisper to her. “You did so fucking great.”
