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She looked down at her hands, then back up at me, her eyes wide and searching. “So, what are you exactly?”

I took a deep breath. She deserved the truth, as much as I could give her.

“I’m part of the Bratva,” I said, my voice low and steady. “The Russian mafia. My brothers and I control a lot of territory in this city—businesses, investments, but also… other things.”

Her face paled slightly, her eyes widening. “And your art gallery?”

“It’s legitimate,” I assured her. “But it also serves other purposes. Money laundering, mostly. It’s a way to keep our assets clean.” I paused, watching her carefully, waiting for her reaction.

She was quiet for a long moment, her fingers tightening around the bowl. “So, everything I’ve been working on… the auctions, the art pieces… they’re all part of this?”

“Not everything,” I said softly. “Much of what we do is completely above board. But some… yes. The Orlovs are trying to muscle in on our territory. What happened tonight was their way of sending a message that they’re on the move and we need to watch our backs.”

Amy’s eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and something else—something like betrayal. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want you involved in this world. But now, after tonight…” I leaned forward, my gaze locking onto hers. “You’ve seen too much, Amy. You’re already a part of it, whether you like it or not.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes searching mine for something—reassurance, maybe, or a way out. But there was no going back. Not now.

“What happens now?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Now,” I said, reaching across the table to take her hand, “I protect you. I make sure no one ever lays a hand on you. But it also means you have to trust me,completely. Do you understand?”

Her fingers trembled in my grasp, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. For the briefest moment, her eyes wavered, the shock of everything I had just revealed reflected in the depths of those blue-gray irises. But then, like a shutter snapping shut, that uncertainty vanished. She lifted her chin, her jaw setting with a resolve that made something tighten in my chest.

“If you can handle it, Aleksei, so can I,” she said, her voice steady, her eyes locked onto mine. There was no tremor, no hesitation. Just pure, unflinching confidence.

Honestly, it was fucking hot.

I stared at her, taken aback by the sudden shift, the way she stood her ground even when her world had just been flipped upside down. This wasn’t a woman cowering in fear or begging for protection—this was someone who had decided, in an instant, that if she was going to be a part of this world, she would face it head-on.

She wasn’t just trying to survive in this darkness; she was ready to carve out a place in it.

A rush of heat surged through me, both arousal and something deeper, something more dangerous. My cock was as hard as a rock and my balls tightened.

I reached across the table, my fingers brushing her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine.

“Careful, baby girl,” I whispered, my breath warm against her lips. “Because once you step into my world, there’s no going back. And if you think you can stand as my equal…” I paused, letting my thumb trace the line of her jaw, “…you’d better be ready for everything that comes with it.”

She didn’t back down, her gaze unyielding. “I’m not afraid,” she said simply. “I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.”

I stared at her, my heart pounding with something wild and primal. For the first time in a long time, I felt the thrill of something beyond the usual games of power and control. This wasn’t just about taking her, possessing her. This was about building something stronger—something unbreakable.

Because if she was willing to stand beside me, to become a part of my world, then she wouldn’t just be mine.

She would be my queen.

And God help anyone who tried to come between us.

CHAPTER 19

Amy

The man sitting across from me wasn’t just the charming, enigmatic art dealer I thought I knew. I had heard the rumors before I started working for him, but I had never imagined something like this.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, to stay steady under his intense scrutiny. The weight of what he had just told me settled over my shoulders, heavy and suffocating. He was the kind of man who could make people disappear, who ruled a part of the city with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. And yet, there was a thrill beneath the fear, something dark and undeniable that made my skin prickle, my pulse race, and my pussy clench.

God, what was wrong with me?

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