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Pushing him back, he lets me move him. I pat him on the shoulder before walking over and taking Lev's hand since he’s the only one not going all caveman on me. He presses a gentlemanly kiss to my cheek and I blush under his touch.
They all look like they want to say something but are holding back. My stomach growls so I get us back to the task at hand and tug Lev out of the room.
“You can punish meafterdinner,” I offer Damien, flipping my hair over my shoulder. I finally know my way around so I’m able to take the lead as we head to the dining room.
Alexi comes to my other side while Damien trails us from behind, just like the monster I know he is. It sends a chill down my spine, and for the first timeever, I think about skipping a meal just to have them all to myself right now.
No, Evie, get your shit together. You’re hungry, and no one likes it when you get hangry.
I chastise my vagina into submission just before we turn into the dining room. A dark-haired man looking worse for wear in his tattered suit is at the table having a hushed conversation with Boris. Laney walks in just behind us and looks at the guys and then to me before walking to the table and pretending as if everything is normal.
The man turns to look at me and a knot lodges in my throat. His eyes and face are so familiar, yet so different. He looks so much like Lev that it almost takes my breath away.
“Father,” Lev greets him as he pulls the chair out for me. Lev sits between his father and me while Alexi takes up the head, at the opposite end of his father, leaving Damien sitting next to Laney across from me.
“Don’t you ‘father’ me you little shit, who’s the girl?” Lev stiffens in his movements and ignores the man as he fixes his tie. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it so he knows I’m here for him.
“Ivan was just telling me that he hasn’t eaten yet today, and he can’t wait to see what Alexi has asked the chef to prepare for us,” Boris cuts in as an attempt to move the conversation away from Lev and me.
Lev nods but still refuses to look at his father, only making the bastard more angry. Ivan’s hand shoots out and grabs Lev’s wrist.
Before anyone else can react, I hook my leg over Lev’s lap until I’m straddling him and holding a blade to Ivan’s wrist. I had already prepared for something to happen tonight.
I can feel everyone's eyes on me, but Lev is the only one I look at.
“Take your hand off of him,” I warn, pushing the blade into Ivan’s wrist. He bares his teeth at me, and I finally look at the man who’s hurting my Ghost.
“I will not ask again.” My voice sounds calm while my tone holds the gravity of the situation. “Youwillremove your hand and behave through this dinner, or I will slice your wrist until you bleed out right here. We will enjoy our meal either way. It makes no difference to me if you sit here with your blood on the inside or outside of your body. Your choice.”
His nostrils flare, and I take in the differences in the two men before me. While Lev’s jaw is strong and sharp, Ivan’s is gaunt as if he’s not eaten well for years. His pale face almost looks gray, whereas Lev’s cheeks are pink. I know my proximity is doing something for Lev because I can feel him getting hard under my core.
Apparently, my ghost enjoys seeing the violent side of me.
Ivan reluctantly drops Lev’s hand. I stand up between the two of them, my blade in Ivan's face as he stares at me with no fear.
What an ignorant little man.
I press the steel against his cheek and keep pressing until a small cut appears. I glance at Boris, but he honestly looks like he expected all of this, so I keep going. I trail the blade back and make a cut across Ivan’s face until he flinches under my touch. I see he gets the message when fear finally crosses his features.
“Touch him again, old man, and I’ll carve up that face nice and pretty before slitting your wrists.” I wipe the weapon on his suit jacket before flicking my eyes back to his. “Got it?”
His throat bobs as he stares at me and nods, no one coming to his rescue because he knows where he stands. He’s a servant of the king, and no king comes to save trash.
I put the blade back in its sheath under my dress and take my seat. Looking up, I see Boris gesturing for the meal to be served. No comment on my threats to his right hand, so I grin widely at him.
“You’re going to just let this whore order me around?” Ivan asks in a slurred, hushed tone. Boris tips his eyebrow at him while I see all of my guys stiffen. Even Laney looks ready to gut the bastard for calling me that.
“If you don’t like it,” I jump in, not needing anyone to defend me, “then leave. You’re clearly drunk, and no one wants to face a man who can’t handle his problems sober.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Damien shift in his seat, and I feel bad. Except, it’s the truth and the reason he’s fought so hard to stay sober.
“You little bitch,” Ivan says as he lunges at me. My blade is in my hand, but Lev grabs him by the hair and smashes his face into the table before leaning over him.
“This is Evie. She’s very important to me, even more important than you. You call her anything except her name again, and I’ll kill you.”
Ivan's eyes are wide, his face even paler as he takes in the scene. Alexi is up with a gun aimed at him, Damien is walking toward him like he plans to smash him with his fists.
“Alright everyone,” Boris says as he stands.
