Page 57 of Sinful Wrath

Deciding it’s best to get out of the house to avoid temptation, I take a walk over to one of my favorite bars in the financial district.

It’s almost eleven at night, and the air is bitterly cold, but that’s exactly what I need. The cold sting of the air on my cheeks gives me something to focus on other than the warm feeling of Lucia’s body pressed up against mine as I pound into her?—

“God help me,” I mutter under my breath.

Perhaps it would have been better just to spend the night buried inside her just to get it out of my system. But I’m scared that one night might not be enough, and that’s not an option.

It can’t be.

“Your usual, Mr. Koslov?” the waiter asks as I approach my usual table tucked away in the corner of the bar.

I nod as I slide into the booth.

The bar is still fairly busy given the time, and I enjoy the low sounds of chatter mixed with the clinking of liquor bottles.

My body starts to relax, and I haven’t even had a sip of alcohol yet.

A soft thud sounds, and I glance down to find my phone has fallen out of my pocket onto the hard floor.

“Fuck,” I groan as I turn the device over in my hand to find the screen cracked.

I click the side button, but it doesn’t light up either. “Great.”

I sigh, tossing the device on the table just as the waiter appears again.

“Here you are, Mr. Koslov,” the waiter says, putting a triple vodka on the rocks in front of me.

I nod my thanks before turning my attention back to my phone. I try to turn it on a few more times but it’s clear something has been internally dislodged, so I quickly slip off the case and turn it over.

I freeze at what I find hiding inside the case.

“What the fuck?”

I have a gut feeling that I know what this is, but I need to be sure. Picking up the small chip, I hold it up to the light to examine it further.

“Son of a bitch,” I hiss under my breath as I stare at the tracking device.

How long has this been in my phone?

I rack my brains, trying to think of who could have done this.

Would it be Massimo? But I have never left my phone unattended in his presence. Hell, I never leave my phone unattended,period. It’s all too easy for someone to slip a tracker into your case without you knowing or to hack into your emails or accounts. As proven right here.

For that reason, the only place I leave it unattended is at home…

“You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath.

Tossing the tracker on the table, I pick up my drink and down it in one before getting to my feet. I reach into the inside pocket of my jacket and toss a fifty on the table before exiting the bar.

There’s only one reason why Lucia would need to know my location, and that realization has me sprinting back to the townhouse.

“Fuck!” I slam my fist against the door as I stare around Lucia’s empty room. How the hell did she get out?

The security at my townhouse isn’t as thorough as at Alexei’s place, but then again I don’t have a wife and child at home. The cameras in every room are enough to give me peace of mind, considering it’s just me living there, and I am more than capable of handling myself.

But that changed after Lucia moved in. Ever since she escaped the day after the attack in the park, I made sure to have my security system notify me every time she entered a new room within the house, not just when the front door opened.

It meant if she was ordering door dash, I would know about it. If she went to the bathroom, I would know about it.

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