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I reached completion in her arms, in her body, but it was more than just an orgasm. I hadn’t wanted to look at it at the moment—it had felt so momentous—but I’d found a piece of home there. A place I’d sought my whole life without realizing it, so when it fell into my lap as if sent by God above Himself, I didn’t recognize it.

Then God showed what a twisted sense of humor He had by making her stand right there on the edge of my life but just out of my reach, all while I consumed myself inside out with need, with desire, and dare I say it, love for her.

Breaking down in her arms at the loft in Tribeca, that’s what I started to fathom. This yearning, it didn’t come just from my loins.

She’d already left when it all crystalized in my being.

I love her.

And now, she’s missing. Probably taken by that motherfucking little piece of shit who saw her as his ticket to a free life where he gets to indulge in all his sick perversions while the woman he actually cares for gives him an heir.

Over my dead body!

“We haven’t heard of him frequenting any of our dens,” Mattia says.

News like this would’ve reached our ears, possibly giving us a way to nail his balls and not need an alliance to get him and his people in line.

“So he’s going where they’ll let any piece of turd in.”

We exchange a glance.

“Little Odessa?”

I nod. The Bratva are really not picky with their clientele. As long as the money’s good, they’re good.

That son of a bitch isn’t escaping from us tonight.

Chapter 10

Leo

I start the car toward Brighton Beach, placing a call in at the same time.

“Sasha Yvanovich,” I greet when the call lands. “How are you, my friend?”

“Good, good, Leo. How’s the family?”

We exchange pleasantries for a moment. Alexander ‘Sasha’ Volkov, son of Bratva boss Yvan Volkov, has his hand in all the pies his father deals in. Strip clubs, brothels, gambling dens—he has his pulse on his family’s entire operation as well as all the Eastern European mob’s on the Northeastern coast.

“Say, my friend, you wouldn’t happen to have Ardian Abrashi at one of your tables tonight, would you?”

I feel the insane urge to spit and wash my mouth out after saying the name, but I have to sound carefree and unaffected so Sasha won’t figure out my ulterior motives.

“What do you want with him?” The voice has gone a tad colder.

“Sasha, Mattia Bonucci here,” Mattia pipes up.

Sasha laughs. “Mattia, my man. How epic was the bachelor party I provided for you, eh? How’s the wife? My respects toGospozhaBonucci.”

Mattia laughs, too, though I can see the strain on his face. “Thank you, my friend. Ardian’s engaged to my sister, as you must know. Leo and I were hoping we could swing him for a guy’s night out, you know.”

“Ah, it’s a surprise, then.”

“Yes,” Mattia confirms.

“Sure, sure.” Sasha rattles off the address for one of their clandestine casinos.

I thank him and cut the call. We make the trip in silence, alight from a side street, and use the password Sasha gave us to gain entry.

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