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There’s no response this time, and I can almost picture her fuming on the other end. The thought brings a smirk to my lips. I gather my things, the echo of our conversation lingering in my mind as I head home.

As soon as I step into my apartment, I feel the weight of the day begin to lift. The quiet solitude of my home is a stark contrast to the intensity of my thoughts. I pour myself a drink and settle into my favorite chair, the image of Violet still vivid in my mind.

Her defiance, her fire, the way she stood up to me—all of it is incredibly alluring. I close my eyes, letting the images play out in my mind. Her voice, sharp and clear, challenging me. Her body, lithe and graceful, moving with a confidence that only she possesses.

I can’t help but let my thoughts wander to more intimate fantasies. The way her dress hugged her curves, the way her eyes sparked with anger—it’s all too enticing. My hand drifts lower, the need to release the tension building within me overwhelming. My cock is already stiff and waiting.

I imagine her beneath me, her defiance melting into desire, her voice a soft whisper of my name as she grinds into me. The thought of claiming that fire, of turning her anger into passion, drives me wild. My breath quickens as I pump myself, my mind lost in the fantasy of Violet, and the pleasure is intense, almost overwhelming.

Afterward, as I lie there in the quiet of my room, I realize just how deeply she’s gotten under my skin. It’s not just about protecting her anymore. It’s about the challenge, the thrill of her defiance, and the undeniable attraction I feel for her.

She’s a storm I want to tame, a fire I want to control.

Chapter Nine - Violet

I grip the steering wheel tightly, the irritation boiling inside me as I drive home from the mall. I’ve been unable to keep my mind off of Kirill all week.

Who does he think he is, trying to dictate my life like that? Kirill Sharov’s arrogance knows no bounds. My thoughts are a whirlwind of anger and defiance, his texts from last night still fresh in my mind.

I glance in the rearview mirror and notice a car that has been behind me for a while now. It’s the same car Kirill arrived in at the funeral. Is he seriously following me? My annoyance sharpens into a blade of fury. He has no right to invade my privacy like this.

Determined to shake him off, I take a few unexpected turns, speeding up and weaving through traffic. No matter what I do, the car remains stubbornly behind me. A chill creeps down my spine, but I shove it aside, refusing to let fear take hold. I’ll confront him head-on if I have to.

I finally pull into a narrow street with few people around, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and adrenaline. I stop the car and step out, my eyes locked on the tinted windows of the vehicle behind me. “What is your problem?” I shout, marching toward the car, my voice echoing off the buildings.

The door opens, and a man steps out, wearing a face mask. The sight sends a jolt of fear through me. This isn’t Kirill. Before I can react, he pulls out a gun and aims it at me.

Time seems to slow down. My instincts kick in, and I dive behind my car as he starts shooting. The sound of gunshots fills the air, and my hands tremble as I fumble for my phone. I manage to call Kirill, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

He picks up almost immediately. “Keep hiding, Malyshka,” he says, his voice calm and controlled, a stark contrast to the chaos around me.

The sound of his voice steadies me, if only a little. I press myself against the side of the car, trying to make myself as small as possible. The shots keep coming, the man relentless in his pursuit. My mind races with fear and confusion. Why is this happening?

There’s no time for answers now. I cling to the sound of Kirill’s voice, hoping that somehow, he can help me through this nightmare.

The gunshots seem to last an eternity, each one sending a fresh wave of terror through me. My hands are trembling so badly I can barely hold on to my phone, but I clutch it to my ear, Kirill’s calm voice a lifeline amidst the chaos.

“Stay hidden, Malyshka. My men are on their way,” he reassures me.

I peek around the edge of the car, my heart racing. The gunman continues to fire, but suddenly, there’s the sound of tires screeching and the roar of engines. Black SUVs pull up, and men in dark suits pour out, moving with practiced efficiency. Kirill’s men.

They quickly corner the shooter, forcing him to retreat and seek cover. Kirill steps out of one of the vehicles, his movements calm and assured, as if he’s done this a thousand times before. He walks with a confidence that chills and excites me, his face set in a mask of cold determination.

“Who do you work for?” Kirill demands, his voice low and menacing as he points his gun at the shooter.

The man, realizing he has no chance of escape, shakes his head and removes his mask. I don’t recognize him; he’s just a faceless threat. He glances around, seeing the inevitability of his capture in the faces of Kirill’s men.

“Answer me,” Kirill growls, his patience wearing thin. His eyes burn with a dark fury, the violence simmering just beneath the surface.

The man’s lips curl into a bitter smile, and before anyone can react, he puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. The sound is deafening, a final, violent punctuation to the scene.

I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth as I watch the man crumple to the ground. The sudden, brutal end to the standoff leaves me shaken, the raw display of violence more than I can process.

Kirill holsters his gun and strides over to me, his eyes softening slightly as he reaches my side. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice gentler now, though the anger still simmers beneath the surface.

I nod, though my body is still trembling. “Who was he? Why did he try to kill me?”

Kirill’s jaw tightens. “We’ll find out. This is exactly why you need my protection, Violet. This is the kind of danger you’re in.”

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