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Before I could complete my sentence, he interrupted, screaming at me over the phone. “She is my daughter, and I can come to see her when I want t0!” The frustration and demand were palpable in his voice.

“Jones,” I spat back. “Don’t try me. She is my wife, and what happens to her is no longer your concern. Do you understand? Don’t test my patience!”

A loud bang was on the other side of the line before it went dead. Letting out a sigh, I wondered if Alyssa had heard the conversation. Walking to the adjoining door, I wasn’t sure if I should mention the call to her.

She was already scared of him. Allowing him to come see her here may spook her. It could cause her to run again. I didn’t want to make life uncomfortable for her. I only wanted to protect her. I would ask Ashan if he can send some men to collect her clothes.

Knocking softly, I listened. I could hear her talking again. But it sounded more like she was moaning. Opening the door, I stuck my head in. Alyssa was sleeping, but she wasn’t peaceful. She was twisting and turning on the bed.

Stepping into the room, it sounded like she was choking or being choked. I walked over to the bed and noticed sweat on her brows. Her pretty face was pulled up as if she was in pain.

Gently, I placed my hand on her shoulder and tried to wake her. “Alyssa, Alyssa, wake up,” I whispered.

She brought her fist up, and I moved back just in time. She was definitely fighting with someone in her sleep. Leaning back in, I shook her a little harder as I spoke. “Alyssa, wake up. You’re dreaming.”

Her hand closed around my wrist, and I felt her pulling. I had not expected the sudden movement. My feet gave way under me, and I fell forward onto her. She was mumbling about some fight, a dead guy, and body parts. A part of her conversation sounded like she was selling someone an organ.

Trying to get back up was futile as she was struggling too much. We ended up being twisted and tangled together. The sheets were wrapped around us. I felt like I was being pinned.

Eventually freeing my one arm, I took hold of hers and secured it as I spoke louder. “Alyssa, wake up.”

Her other hand came at me with force and collided with the side of my face. I felt a tingling sensation radiate from my cheek to my ear. Pulling free of the sheets, I sat over her and grabbed hold of her free hand. I made sure she wouldn’t be able to do that again.

Leaning down, I spoke into her ear. “Alyssa, princess, you’re dreaming.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at me as if she didn’t know who I was for a second. Her lips curled at the ends, opening slightly. She was beautiful even though there were tears in her eyes. I felt my heart aching for her.

Wiping the stragglers from her eyes, I leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You were dreaming, princess,” I whispered. I felt her arms relaxing in my hold and let them go. She didn’t protest or pull away.

Looking into her eyes, I felt like drowning in the ocean. There was so much emotion in them. Leaning closer, our lips brushed. I felt her hand snaking into my hair. Without hesitation, I kissed her.

She tasted like sweet melons with a hint of cinnamon. I couldn’t resist her luscious lips. As our kiss deepened, I felt my body sparking to life. Pulling back faintly, I felt her biting my lower lip. A fire burned through me as her lips parted, and I gained access to her mouth.

Pushing my tongue in, I wanted all of her. I felt her shift under me as I sat on top of her. I held her shoulders as we kissed. She was enchanting and I wanted to know all she was.

Chapter 9 - Alyssa

His lips were soft, but his kiss was powerful. It felt like my skin melted as his hands moved from my shoulders down my sides. No, my mind screamed, this can’t be happening. He’s the enemy.

Pushing back, I turned my head away as I spoke. “No, stop. Leave, please.”

“Alyssa,” Piotr said, carefully touching my shoulder.

Wiggling under his weight, I spoke louder. “Piotr, I said leave.”

Once he moved off me, I jumped up. I was shocked not only by the remnants of my dream but also that I had permitted him so close to me.

“Will you tell me about your dream? Were you selling organs?” he asked as I walked to the window.

Glancing back at him, I felt my heart racing. “Can we do it later?” I replied softly.

I heard the door opening and closing. I was horrified that I had allowed my emotions to take control. How could I allow him to kiss me?

He’s undoubtedly just like Jones being mixed up with Bratva. Most of the day I spent in my room going through the things in it. I found nothing of interest after searching for about two hours. The cupboards, closets, baskets, bins and such didn’t contain much of interest.

Piotr had sent for my things that were still at Jones’s. How he got them, I didn’t know. But I was grateful to have some of my own clothing. I was packing them away when there was a knock at the door.

“Yes,” I said, turning to face the door.

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