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Mal grins.

“He may or may not be downstairs in the trunk of my car if you want to take a little drive.”

I raise a brow. “But you don’t think he was involved.”

“No. He did, however, express a fairly strong hope that whoever it was tries again and doesn’t miss you or your new wife next time.”

That black, molten lava surges through my chest again.

I trust Mal’s judgement. If he says so, then I’ll believe that Nam didn’t have anything to do with the bombing.

He’s still an asshole, though.

Senseless violence is usually more Takeshi’s line. But what can I say? It’s been a night.

“Why don’t we go…double-check with Nam,” I growl quietly.

An hour later, I’m back in my penthouse. Mal is back at Sota’s.

Nam Dae-Hyun is at Mt. Sinai, presumably getting his jaw wired shut and his broken arm put in a cast.

Hopefully, they can inject him with some manners while he’s there.

I pad quietly back into my bedroom, shedding my shirt and pants along the way. I stand at the foot of the bed, watching Annika sleep, illuminated by the neon lights of New York.

Mal was right. We weren’t the target of tonight’s attack.

My jaw tightens as my gaze sweeps over the woman I just married.

I’m still confused why considering that she might have been the target tonight fills me with such rage.

Fury.

Wrath, and the unbreakable need to make sure that does not happen.

14

ANNIKA

Confusion wraps around me like a thick fog as I slowly open my eyes. It’s dark, the only light the slight glow of the city coming in through the shades. For a minute, I’m unclear where I am as my eyes slowly adjust and take in the unfamiliar bedroom. Then as consciousness slowly sinks its claws into me, and the pain of the vodka comes back swinging, it all begins to fall slowly into place.

Kenzo’s bedroom. That’s where I am. That’s where he…

I groan.

That’s where he carried me, after I’d drank way too much way too fast. After?—

Oh God.

My face heats as it all slams back.

After I told him to fuck me even if I was drunk and out cold.

I wince, and my head starts to throb. So does the body against my back.

Wait…what?

I tense, my eyes going wide as I feel warm skin and hard, grooved muscles pressed tight to me.

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