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My breath seizes in my lungs. “What do you mean, you’re leaving?”
“I’m auditioning for a spot at the London Conservatory of Dance for my senior year. With no way to contact Stasia, if she actually writes to me again, I’ll never know.”
London…
Katya is moving to another country? “Your father is letting you move to London?”
She rolls her eyes. “He doesn’t care about me.”
Glancing around the empty parking lot where a piece-of-shite driver dropped her off, Alexei has been masterful at sending that message. I’m gonna take this crap up with Maksim. She needs a fucking guard. Guards report to him, the way mine report to me.
As far as her moving away, there’s nothing I can do about that. I breathe easier, thinking with her away, this gut-twisting obsession I’ve been drowning under will finally ebb, and I can refocus on death and sex with strangers.
Going back to my old sexual habits has vomit creeping into my throat, and next, I’m coughing back stinging bile.
“Are you okay?” Katya squeezes my arm.
“I’m always okay.” Anger seeps under my skin, seeing a dark blue BMW lumber into the parking lot. Shooting across white lines, it races this way.
Playing with fire, I pull her toward me and put a knife to her throat. She gasps, and I say, “Trust me, little one. This is for the best.”
I’m the fucking Irish Enforcer. Alexei’s pathetic driver let his charge wander unattended into my web. He deserves the scare, and it gets me off.
With tires screeching, and the stench of burning rubber choking me, I chuckle darkly as the tool opens his car door, gun drawn. This fucker is TSTL!
“Drop knife! Let girl leave!” The man struggles with basic fucking English. “Katya, get in car! It is much all right!”
“What’s your name?” I snarl to keep my reputation intact.
“No mind my name, enforcer.” At least he’s smart enough to know who I am.
I lower the knife and glance down at Katya. “What’s his name?”
She purses her lips. “Are you going to kill him?”
“Just beat him senseless.”
“Then how will I get home?” The humor in her voice is refreshing.
I consider if I want her to see me tear a human’s arms and legs off. It strikes me who I really am and what I’m capable of. I’m wicked and cruel. The filth of my sins is no match for this angel. Hating myself, I release Katya.
Her eyes lock on to mine and weaken my damn knees. Thisisn’tgood.
“Go home, little one.” I steer her to the Beamer, anger getting the better of me. I don’t understand these emotions and can’t do anything about them.
“Forget I came here, okay? And what we talked about,” she says, fear changing the shape of her face. She looks shaken and so unhappy, it guts me.
Growling, I watch the car drive off, her last words ringing in my ears:Forget what we talked about.She made Stasia’s disappearance look like a kidnapping. Her father will kill her if he finds out. Fuck! I grip the knife, not realizing I’m squeezing the sharp edge. The pain doesn’t register until I see blood drip onto the pale pink pavers.
I’d rather bleed for Katya on this sacred ground instead of someone else who lied to me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Katya
Theentireridehomefrom the church, I can’t stop shaking. Lachlan and I were getting along. I don’t know what I did to turn him off and make him angry.
Maybe it was wrong for me to be so forward and talk to him. He never spoke to me before the night of Stasia’s party, just nodded politely. Looking back, any time I saw him, he never spoke to anyone other than his brothers.
