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My automatic porch light highlights the side of the cop’s face, livid at the intrusion. Fucking Ava. The ink hasn’t even dried on the contract pages and she’s already betraying what little trust I had in her. The man standing next to him is a mouse compared to me. Who the fuck is this Aiden Smith?

Pointing my finger at the guy, I stand with my associates not far behind. “Under the fourth amendment you can’t search my property without a court ordered warrant. So, I don’t give a fuck what Aiden Smith told you, but the answer is no. You can’t search my property.”

Some twerp, who I could break in half in less than a few minutes, has the nerve to step forward. “Why wouldn’t you let the cops just take a look around? If you’re innocent, then you should have nothing to hide, Mr. Utkin.”

Smugly, the guy smooths back his hair, and if there weren’t trained cops with their hands on their guns and the possibility of my men being shot, I would relieve him of his life.

“Why would you think I would be keeping someone here?” I demand, the simmering rage morphing into a slow bubble as the cops continue to shuffle from foot to foot, but even through the haze of darkness, there are lives hanging in thebalance. My men do the same, parking their hands on their guns as this little man and I stare each other down. I let the rage die.

Smiling, I open the door with a drained sigh. “You’re right, Officer, and what was your name again?”

“Aiden Smith. That’s my name,” the guy adds. I wanted it repeated so my team can pick it up and provide me with intel.

“Good. Come through and take a look for yourselves.” Confident Viktor handled my request, I let the cops in. My face contorts as the cops trample past, spreading out and turning over things throughout every room. I might be pissed off with Aiden, but I’m even more pissed off with Ava. How the fuck did she get a message off to the authorities?

I tapped her phone and when I checked in with my security team, there was nothing that indicated a message to the cops. I’m in for a rude awakening as Ava emerges traipsing into the living room with Viktor trailing behind her.

Glaring at Viktor, my teeth grind together. Why the hell did he let her out when I told him not to?

“See! See! There she is. That’s Ava. She’s being held hostage here just like I said she was!” Aiden shrieks like the little tattle-telling bitch he is. The officer with him stops dead in his tracks as Aiden rushes towards Ava, his eyes wide with fake concern.

“Alright. Wait a minute,” the officer says, confusion rocking his face.

Ava frowns as if she doesn’t know Aiden. “Held hostage? By whom?” Quickly she rakes a hand through her hair as I look on, thinking about how badly I want to make her suffer.

You don’t know what a mistake you’ve made,I tell her with my eyes.

“Ava, what are you talking about? I got a text that you were in trouble. You told me to bring the cops here!” Aiden yells, the officer trying to decipher where the truth lies.

“No, no,” Ava replies sheepishly. “It was all just a big prank. Maybe you misunderstood the message or whatever. I’m here of my own free will. You don’t have to worry, Officer,” Ava adds, but the officer looks unconvinced questioning her for the next ten minutes.

Who the fuck does she think she’s playing with? Time passes, and the police reluctantly depart. I watch, disgruntled by the whole charade, from the porch with my men as each police vehicle reverses and clears the property.

My attention turns to Ava. “Want to explain to me what just happened?”

Chapter Eleven - Ava

I can’t stop the shakes running through my body and I wish I could erase the text. I didn’t think Aiden would actually rescue me the way he did.

“Umm, I can explain,” I reply, a fine sheen of sweat forming on my face.

“Oh, you’re going to need to,” he warns dryly. He’s eerily calm, but I know better because that same icy glare he’s giving me now is just like the one I experienced in the woods in Wisconsin.

“Sure,” I reply meekly as he sends his men away. God, all those men, rifling through every room. Is that what a raid looks like?

“Drink?”

“As long as you don’t poison it,” I mumble as his tight muscles shift under his suit jacket. He shrugs out of it, revealing a crisp white linen shirt and a transparent view of his chiseled muscles. Every part of him screams with dark power, and I can’t help but remember how low the towel sat on his hips earlier, begging to be ripped off.

Dimitri doesn’t offer any solace, only a beseeching glance in my direction as I follow him silently to his games and theater room. I stand awkwardly clasping my hands in front of me, unsure of what impact what I’ve done will have on our agreement.

He pours himself a whisky as I bite my lip, wanting to run and hide. “Wine’s fine,” I offer since he hasn’t asked. He complies pouring one for me and sliding it in front of me at the bar.

“Ready to talk?” he asks, taking up space next to me on the barstool. Curling my fingers around the drink, I wait to figure out the best way to tell him, but his penetrating gaze is too much to handle. Honesty’s going to be the best policy in this case.

“Yes,” I sigh, taking a gulp of wine for liquid courage. “I did contact Aiden before we cut the deal.”

“How?” Dimitri asks quietly, stirring his whisky.

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