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Then it fucking hit me. I knew exactly who that woman was.

She wasn’t just some fling; she meant something much bigger.

And I was certain that once I found her, there’d be hell to pay.

Chapter

Fifty-Six

“No friendship is an accident.”

?O. Henry

Alexsei

“You said noboyfriends, not that I couldn’t have one-night stands!” Scarlett yelled, crossing her arms, her nostrils flared. “I hate having a babysitter breathing down my neck. So, to ease the stress you’ve put on me, can I at least get laid once in a while?”

LeRoy sat frozen in his chair, like a statue, not allowing a single emotion to break his poker face. He’d texted me urgently after I left Angelo’s office, insisting I rush to Scarlett’s place because she threatened to jump out of her window if I didn’t come talk to her.

I dashed through the chaotic streets of NewYork and finally arrived at her condo, but I should’ve fucking known this would involve Scarlett's insatiable libido.

As I walked in, LeRoy gave me a salute and revealed he’d caught what he thought was a plumber in Scarlett’s bedroom, shirtless with his pants halfway down, while she was on the verge of stripping herself.

He kicked the dude out, and Scarlett was not having it.

I sighed. “Scar’, you should be focusing on your rehearsals, not figuring out new ways to sneak guys into your apartment.”

She whined, “But Alexsei?—”

“No,” I cut her off. “No more boyfriends, friends with benefits, booty calls, strippers, sex workers, plumbers, or delivery guys. I don’t want any dicks around here.”

She pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing.

I turned to LeRoy. “Keep an eye on her. No funny business.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied. “No unauthorized dicks on my watch, sir.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. LeRoy was indeed perfect for this job.

Scarlett huffed, throwing herself dramatically onto the couch. “This is so unfair.”

“Welcome to your new reality,” I said with a smirk. “Now, go rehearse. No more stupid schemes.”

I headed to her kitchen, where dozens of candles were lit, and grabbed a cold bottle of water, chugging it down. Glancing at my watch, I noticed it was already past five. I had to go back to Caia and finish what we started—whatever that even meant. I needed to make things right between us and find the bitch who destroyed my family.

“Oh, by the way,” I stopped, wiping my mouth. “You’re performing at Lazzio’s next exhibition on Friday. Three songs of your choice, but one has to be about women’s strength. This exhibition is all about women’s empowerment and shit.”

She sat up, her eyes snapping at me like guns. “Oh, perfect. Because nothing screams women's empowerment like you putting a lockdown on my sex life. Real cutting-edge feminism, Alexsei. Maybe next you can burn my bras for me.”

I smirked, tossing the empty water bottle into the trash. “Sure, I’ll add that to my to-do list right after ‘Save Scarlett from herself.’”

She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might pop out of her head. “Ugh, you’re impossible.”

I flashed her a grin, striding toward the door. "Good luck, LeRoy. You're gonna need it."

The ex-soldier rose with military precision, his posture upright and chin held high. “Thank you, sir.”

Just as I reached for the doorknob, Scarlett's stiletto heel came crashing down inches away from my head, the sharp sound reverberating through the hallway. Yep, LeRoy needed more than just luck—he needed a fucking miracle… or maybe some guns.

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