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When I turn to Aria, she’s staring at me wide-eyed and pale.
I put the gun away and take a step toward her. To her credit, she doesn’t flinch when I reach my hand to her cheek and cup her face. “You alright?”
She nods, but she doesn’t speak.
I’m so proud of her. I grip the back of her neck and give my wife a kiss while we stand over the bodies of our enemies. In my mind, it’s the most romantic fucking thing I could’ve imagined. I release her too soon, eager to get her alone.
I whisper in her ear. “Take a picture of us with my phone and make sure the bodies are in the background.”
With trembling hands, she obeys, a pained expression on her face, but her eyes are bright.
I take the phone from her and send the picture to Volkov.
We’re already married, you fucking douchebag. You know what this means. They attacked after our wedding. We’ll get retribution.
Headlights blind me.
“Don’t shoot, it’s your brothers,” Aria warns me.
I don’t even ask her how she knows. She seems like she’s one step ahead of me.
Lev pulls up and stares at the two of us. I know what he sees. Her torn wedding dress and bloodied forehead. My tux is wrecked. Two dead bodies and one unconscious.
“Get in, lovebirds.”
Aria stares, wide-eyed. When she turns to the car, her dress hangs off her shoulder.
“One look at her and I’ll beat the fucking shit out of you,” I warn Lev. He yanks his eyes away from the sight of her bare skin. I shrug the torn tux coat off and place it over her shoulders.
“Be nice, Mikhail,” Aria whispers. “He came to save us.”
No one ever tells me to be nice. I grunt in reply and turn to Lev.
“Take us home.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Aria
We sitin the same living room where just hours ago, I took my vows. My hand shakes holding the shot glass. When Mikhail pressed it into my palm and ordered me to drink, I drank. I didn’t see any reason to push back, not now. Not when Iwantedsomething to soothe my nerves.
Not when he’s told me explicitly what his expectations for obedience are. What’s he going to do if he drugs me again? We’re…married.
Doesn’t mean he couldn’t take advantage or get creative, but…
Maybe I’m more naïve than I thought.
My dress is torn and my temple throbs. I’m trying to forget the sight of blood mixed with brains on concrete, but it’s not easy.
I could probably use more than a stiff drink.
“Mr. Romanov.” One of his staff stands nearby, likely waiting on the next instruction.
“Out,” he snaps in a tone so harsh I flinch. “Everyone’s dismissed for the night. Exit through the back door immediately.”
He’s…dismissed his staff for the night.
Interesting. They leave quickly with hushed voices, doors opening and shutting behind them.
