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I’m lying in my room, alone in the dark.
I’ve been staring at the ceiling for almost three hours, unable to sleep.
Replaying what I did over and over, and the look on Sabrina’s face: desperate, haunted, miserable.
I never stop fucking up when it comes to her.
Maybe that’s the real curse of our relationship. With anyone else I can be calm, calculated, decisive. The moment I see her, a storm-surge of emotion hits me, all conscious thought obliterated.
Cutting Kovalenko’s throat was reckless in the extreme. I guessed that his men wouldn’t do anything, but I didn’t know for certain.
In that moment, all I saw was Sabrina. Krystiyan was the barrier between us. I cut him down like a blade of grass.
But when he was dead on the ground, she still wouldn’t submit.
It’s time to come home …
Never.
What do I have to do to break her?
The answer is, I can’t.
I can’t convince her, either.
I wouldn’t come back if you crawled over broken glass and begged …
Everything inside me hardens like iron at the thought.
I’ve never begged in my life. Neither has she. We can’t, we won’t. It isn’t in us.
This has been the worst six weeks of my life. Worse even than when Ivan was taken. The darkness has swallowed me whole and I can’t see the faintest trace of light.
Sabrina has been applying pressure like a vise around my head. Constantly twisting the screws. Willing to take her vendetta against me far past anything reasonable.
She’s put us in an absurdly dangerous position. The longer I allow her to disrupt my business, the weaker I look. She’s drawing the jackals all around me, inviting them to finish me off.
Killing Krystiyan will remind them what I can do. But I can’t keep allowing her to defy me, publicly and openly. Attacking me without reprisal. Destroying what’s mine.
Yuri wasn’t happy when he heard that I let her go. I told him it was because of Ilsa Markov—we don’t want her father as an enemy. He knows that’s not the real reason.
I don’t control Yuri. He’s petty and vengeful. He’s killed men for far less than what Sabrina has done.
Working with him is worse than Zakharov. He’s no silent partner, operating from afar. He’s right here, constantly in my shit, believing he’s the superior in our arrangement because he’s High Table. While success has made him sloppy, he’s no dilettante like Krystiyan. His men are armed and vicious, well-paid and experienced.
Still, I’m certain one of his subordinates was the source of the leak when Ilsa and Sabrina hijacked our delivery. It’s the only way they could have known the truck’s route.
Yuri doesn’t believe it.
I told him we need to change the location of the next shipment. He said it’s impossible, the product is already en route.
Countless problems, countless hazards. This was true when Sabrina and I were partners, but I didn’t feel the weight of it then. It was a challenge I enjoyed.
Now it all feels black and smothering, a fist around my heart squeezing tighter and tighter.
