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“Do I? Remind me, my dear wife, who was the one speaking to another man on ourweddingday? The same man, to this day, whose true identity and location you refuse to divulge?”
“How many times do I need to tell you this? I don’t know! I’ve only ever communicated with him by phone.”
“Of course, how could I forget? Except, as I told you many times, I don’t believe you. That call came at the exact time my mother got shot. You knew I would follow you, thereby taking me away from my family. If not for that, I would’ve been there to ensure my mother was safe. No, my dear wife. You and your dear Garreth Sanders colluded to get me out of the way so she would become exposed.”
“That’s ridiculous! How on earth do you deduce that she would’ve left the reception directly after you did?”
“Because she was there to support me. Throughout the ceremony and the reception, Mother stayed by my side—rather than my bride, who chose to run off and chit-chat with another man. My mother ensured I was happy and everything was running smoothly. That was what had kept her from falling apart. The moment I left the reception, so did she. If I had remained with the guests, she would never have left my side. No, Izolda. You knew. You knew all too well how the scene would play out. You, more than anyone else, realized how vulnerable she was at that time since she struggled with the news about Andrei’s parentage.”
“Arian, please, let your anger go and think clearly. I told you about Sanders because it was the right thing to do, and I needed to be honest with you. Why would I have done that if I was in collusion with him? What in God’s name would I have gained by warning you about him if, by doing so, it could have jeopardized whatever he was planning?”
“Since I am an expert at trading with ghosts and phantoms who aren’t what they seem, this entire situation screams a setup. So, no, I don’t trust you.” He smiled grimly. “I never did, and here’s the kicker, Izolda. Knowing you and Sanders were planning something, there was only one way for me to stay in control and be ahead of the game.”
“And what was that?” Her body had turned as stiff as a board except for her hands, which visibly trembled.
“Why, I thought you already put two and two together, my dear wife.” This time, the smirk on his face was all evil. “I married you, of course.”
“No!” She shook her head in disbelief. “We love each other. That’s why we got married. Please don’t destroy all we have worked so hard to recover after… after Boris tore us apart all those years ago.”
“First Boris, now it’s Sanders. When are you going to take accountability for your own actions, Izolda? You’re wrong. I didn’t marry you for love. Such a wasted emotion, don’t you agree?” Ignoring the gasp of disbelief that escaped her lips, his eyes took a slow gander over her body. “At least the marriage gained me one privilege. Myconjugalrights. So, dear wife, I believe it’s time for you to do your duty.”
“No! I refuse to become your convenient whore!”
“Ah, so there it is. At least we agree on one thing.”
“No! Fuck you! I refuse to spread my legs for you, Arian.”
“Let’s not waste any time. I need a good fuck to relieve some of the tension in my body, and since you’re so conveniently ready, there’s no need for any foreplay.”
Ignoring her protests, he yanked her up from the stool and ripped off the dressing gown. With hard hands clamped on her hips, he turned her around to push her forward on the dressing table. Clutching a clump of her hair in his hand, he forced her chin back until their eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. Like every time before, she didn’t fight him off, and as always, a slash of pain ripped through him as he thought of how their lives were supposed to be. This time, it only served to increase his anger.
“Right here would do nicely, where I can watch the pleasure you gain and keep denying you get every time I fuck you.”
Fury ruled him at that moment, and he closed his mind to her whimpers as he thrust his turgid cock hilt deep inside her pussy. With a stoic expression, he watched the spark in her eyes become dim until it finally died as he continued to claim his due. His mocking laugh taunted her as her body shuddered when a climax rippled through her, which he continued to feed ruthlessly.
To his own detriment, he didn’t stop to think that he was treating her just like Boris Sidorov had done, as he used her emotionlessly—a body to expunge his lust on.
It was an act that would cost him dearly in the months to come.
Chapter Six
The Koval Mafia’s headquarters at Hrad Devín Castle, Bratislava, Slovakia…
“What are you doing here?” sneered Havel Novák, the Underboss of the Koval Bratva Group. His gaze searched in the dim light of the large meeting hall. No one else lurked in the shadows apart from a gray-haired man seated at the round meeting table. “We both know you have no love left for the Koval Bratva ever since Sabira Guzun became our Pakhan.”
“If you were honest with yourself, you’d admit that the current state of affairs is a farce.” Michal Bielak, ex-Communication Avtoritet of the Koval Bratva, folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t seem at all concerned that his presence had been discovered. “She doesn’t even live in this country anymore. How can any Pakhan rule their Bratva group from a distance?Eto pizdets, Havel, that’s what it is!”
“You hate Sabira because you blame her for your son’s death.”
“Of course, I blame her. She fucking killed him!”
“Your son betrayed all of us, Michal, and besides, she’s not the one who killed him.” Havel frowned as he wondered how Michal had breached their underground bunker. Once he was cast out of the Bratva, his access was revoked. His appearance was troubling.
“He, alone, is responsible for getting himself killed. What happened to you? At first, you accepted his guilt and why he was executed. Then everything changed, and you vanished. No explanation, no goodbye.” He waved a hand in the air. “Now, all of a sudden, here you are. Back to blackening our Pakhan’s name and legacy.”
Michal studied his once-close friend. “It should be you.”
Havel frowned. “What is ‘it’ that I should be?”
