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God, I was in so much trouble.
If he ever learned the truth...
No. I refused to think of that possibility. I couldn’t. I would never survive the fallout. I just needed to continue with my plan. Continue on as if nothing mattered. Yet, no matter how many times I tried to tell myself that, my heart refused to listen.
Maxim Fedorov was mine.
I knew it just as he knew I belonged to him.
We were the same.
I was the yin to his yang and nothing but death would ever separate us. For years, all we’ve done was try to break each other. Our fights were epic. The passion explosive. No matter the instance, we seemed to gravitate towards each other. Unable to stop the inevitable.
It didn’t matter how badly he hurt me or how badly I hurt him. And God help me, he hurt me just as I hurt him. What we had wasn’t healthy. It was toxic and I logically knew it would be best to run. Run away as fast as I could and disappear so he would never find me again.
I wanted to hate him. I tried for months. But one kiss. One touch and every hurtful thing he’d ever done dissolved until it was just him and me. He was an obsession. An addiction I couldn’t shake and now he was going to destroy me. Pick me apart piece by piece until I gave in and became the one thing I swore I would never be.
Kneeling on the floor, I cried for the life I worked so hard to obtain as it slowly faded away. I would never again be free to do as I pleased. He would put me in a gilded cage and never let me out. I would never be his equal.
Arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a strong, familiar chest. Hugging Salvatore tightly, I cried, knowing that this might just be the last time he ever held me like this.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” Sal said, stroking my back. “Let me take you away, sister. I can put in a call to the families. He will never find you.”
“He will always find me,” I whispered.
“Gio should have let me kill the Russian bastard when I had the chance. I knew he was nothing but trouble.”
I smirked, sitting up and looking at my brother. “I don’t think even God can kill him.”
Helping me to my feet, Salvatore wiped my tears away. “What I don’t understand is why. Why did you marry him?”
“Because I love him.”
Salvatore shook his head and sighed. “There’s love and then there’s what you two have and honey, that isn’t love. I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s not love.”
“Did you call Giovanni?”
Sal nodded.
“What did he say?”
Sal grinned. “What do you think? He told me to put a bullet in the Russian bastard’s head and make you a widow.”
I knew he was serious. All I had to do was say something, anything, and Salvatore would do just that and I would be free of Maxim Fedorov forever.
“You can’t do that, Sal,” I said, sitting at my desk.
I was tired, so fucking tired of all the fighting. The constant looking over my shoulder. I just wanted a few minutes of peace. I wanted to wake up one morning and know my life was my own. That I was no longer in danger. That I could live, be anything, do anything I wanted. But that would never happen now that our secret was out.
I fucking knew it was a gamble.
One I willingly played.
“Renaldo and I have decided to wait to tell the families. I don’t know what you have planned, Illyria, but you better think of something fast. We can’t keep this a secret for long. You’ve aligned yourself with the Russian Bratva. Once the families learn of your marriage, neither of us can interfere.”
“I know that.”
Italian Mafia never mixed with Russian Bratva.
