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Me: Although we could handle something of this caliber, we won’t. If we poorly execute, not only are the lives of many of the women in the organization going to be lost, but we will also lose allies.

“Other than the Italians, we aren’t affiliated with any of the others,” Benedikt reminded.

Me: It’s not about direct affiliation with us. It’s about who they are brushing elbows with that we may have as our ally. We can leave nothing to chance in this case. Too many lives of too many powerful families would be at risk.

Did no one think that a man in charge of a boarding school for girls wouldn’t end horrifically? For a fraction of a minute, I remembered Roger; he would know what to tell Viktor in this situation.

I met Roger when we infiltrated the Devil MC, and he was the wisest old man I’d ever met. He came off a little shady and sneaky, but I thought he was a loyal man. It was too bad he’d lost his life, he was a great asset to the organization.

But he wasn’t here to lead like he had with Viktor. I stood, feeling alone and uncertain, glancing at Benedikt who stood slightly apart from me. Despite his presence, I knew I was ultimately on my own.

“Well, if you don’t want him to hear it over the phone, I could pop over to Russia and tell him in person,” Benedikt offered.

That would be a good idea.

Me: That would be helpful.

That was all I said. If Benedikt was gone, I would have this place all to myself again. I could let out my little killer, and chase her around naked if I wanted to.

Simple.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Valentina

I woke up in his bed with a groan. I hadn’t been planning on succumbing to his cock, but there was something about Roman. I couldn’t seem to kill him. I understood my instructions, and knew that it was a matter of time before I became obsolete in Roman’s eyes.

And yet…

I had no idea who he was. I assumed he would be an easy target like all the others. But this man proved to be a difficult one to eliminate. Not only was he charming, but the constant sense of danger that radiated from him was astonishing.

Especially someone his age.

Ugh. It was wrong for me to want him. Compared to him, I was ancient. It’s best if I don’t think about Roman’s age. That he’s too young for me. Too jaded. Too everything.

I wanted to know more. If I was being honest with myself, I enjoyed fighting Roman, and I didn’t want to get away. I wasn’t angry with being his wife. Being given his name was an honor I never imagined anyone would grant to someone like me.

Oddly, I think he was protecting me.

I mean, the Petrovs were a powerful family. I wouldn’t have gone against them had my orders not been to end Roman. Since Headmaster Mikhail was the scariest monster in my life, I would blindly follow until he told me differently, or he was dead.

Preferably the latter.

I rolled out of bed, trying not to wince at the pain in my body. Roman had been rough with me the night before. He’d been so vigorous, I passed out afterward without even cleaning up. I made my way slowly to the shower to wash away the evidence of our desire. I hopped in the shower, praying I would feel more ready to face Roman after. I was tired.

Sick of fighting, I wanted it to end. Maybe if I came clean about what I was battling, the Petrovs would help. It wasn’t like Roman hadn’t shown his devotion to me. I could use that and save my girls.

I didn’t want to think about what Isadora was going through at this particular moment. I shuddered at the idea. If Headmaster Mikhail was willing to keep me chained to a wall, while he and his associates had their way with me to tame me, I’d hate to think what else he was capable of.

There were no limits to his depravity.

Showered and dressed, I finally approached the bedroom door. The handle turned easily underneath my hand. It was unlocked. Surprised, I opened it to reveal a large hallway.

I peered out and it seemed endless. I almost laughed at my caution. I was one of the biggest baddies on Roman’s radar, he wouldn’t give me free rein of his house.

No matter how confident he was I wouldn’t escape.

When I didn’t encounter any guards, I let out a shaky breath. This could be some sort of test. I crept into the hallway and made my way to the winding stairs. I started down, keeping my eyes and ears peeled for any sound of movement.

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