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“Mik…” I choked on my own tears, unable to finish his name. How could I have done this? Pressing my hands to his wound I try to stop the blood but it’s futile. He’s dying here. “Hold on. I’ll get us out of here.” I lie damn well knowing there’s no chance we’ll get out of here alive. Not while we’re both this hurt and the flames are blocking the only exit.

“All for them. Always. Forever.” Mikhail’s body jerks in my arms before he closes his eyes. I see tears fall.

I hung my head as the world spun.

The last thing I see is Vitali with blood caking his face as he carries me out from hell with tears in his eyes.

All I could think of as the man I love more than the whole damn sky dragged me out of hell is that I was so close.

So close and I failed.

Again.

But this time I took a life.

A life that meant the world to my Vitali.

Chapter 39

KADRA

FREE AT LAST

“His my grace. My saving grace.” – K

Hell on earth is the only way I could describe the chaos that surrounds us and the turmoil I feel inside. So many years of planning and it all went to hell the moment Logan got away with his life.

I failed.

He was supposed to die tonight.

Looking at every single one of my men and every other who joined me tonight in this fight, I try to remain calm. They could’ve lost their lives there. Their kids could have woken up the next morning without their fathers.

I can’t help the feeling of failure that takes hold of my soul and squeezes until I bleed.

All I see is Logan hurting Azariel. Him hurting me so long ago. Him fucking with Vitali’s head and using Mikhail as a puppet in his twisted business.

How can one family be the catalyst of someone else’s ruin? How can all of our pain be tied to that fucking family and when I had the chance to rid this world of that filth, I messed up and he got away.

Azariel will never be safe as long as Logan Beauregard still breathes.

I won’t ever be fully happy if he’s still in this world.

“Fuck!” The wind knocks out of me when a pulsing pain takes over my head. Filled with rage, I look round but I can’t seem to focus. There’s so much noise. So much chaos.

So much pain.

My whole body aches.

I winced.

“Kadra,” Vitali. I turn but I can’t see him. I only see red.

See beautiful Russian… I’m broken. Not even your sweet love can save me.

“Take a deep breath for me. Focus only on my voice.” He sounds desperate yet so strong.

I’m trying. I try to find him between all the red and the rage.

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