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Not even if the way she composes herself is impressive.

“Do it, Hazel.” I take another step toward her. “Get closer to me. Put the barrel of the gun against my head. Kill me. You know you want to.”

She squeezes the trigger.

That fucking bitch.

Chapter 5 - Hazel

If I thought I was dead before, now I’m really dead.

No gunshot cracks through the room.

Blood doesn’t spill on the floor.

Nik Orlov doesn’t drop dead.

My life is over.

Who the hell carries an empty gun?

My hand drops to my side as the two men on the other side rush toward me. Nik’s laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls as the men grab me by the arms.

A large hand presses hard against my shoulder. The fingers dig into my pressure point and the pain blinds me as I fall to my knees. The men stand on either side of me, holding my arms outstretched above my head.

“I used to think that weapons without ammunition were pointless.” He chuckles as his hand pulls my head back by the hair. “Until I thought about the people who would be stupid enough to try to kill me.”

“You’re a bastard.”

His shoulder rises and falls. “No, malyshka, [baby girl] I am the bastard. The one who brought you here and brought you to your knees. I would have preferred that you dropped to them willingly, but this is effective too.”

His words have a double meaning that doesn’t go over my head. Heat spreads to my cheeks and my stomach clenches.

One part of me wants to provoke him, to ask why he wants me on my knees for him.

The other part of me is terrified of finding out.

Even though I want to taunt him, I refrain from making the situation worse.

I should have thought about that before I went for the gun. I’m already outnumbered in a room that was clearly designed for killing people.

Nik’s sinister smile sends a shiver down my spine.

He crouches in front of me. The fitted black dress shirt he wears stretches over his muscled body. Dark tattoos peak out of the collar at the base of his neck. His stormy grey eyes are bright with enjoyment. There’s a feral appeal to him. His nostrils flare, and he licks his lips. My heart races and my breasts heave.

Now that’s the kind of man a woman has wet dreams about.

What would it feel like to run my fingers through those dark blond waves?

Even though I’m screwed, I can appreciate an attractive man.

Nik Orlov is sin brought to life and he knows it.

“See something you like?” His voice is rich and smooth. He reaches out and takes my chin, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “You fucked up, Hazel.”

His thumb is rough, sending a delicious warmth racing through my body. Lust flares in his eyes and I’m sure it’s reflected in my own.

If this were another place and he were another person, I might consider what else we could be doing right now.

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