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Emily.

She doesn’t even look like my little rabbit.

I need to get the hell out of here before I turn this entire place upside down.

When I find my Emily, she’s gonna pay for this, and she’ll never escape me again.

TWO YEARS LATER

“Where the hell is our money?!” I slam a fist into some asshole’s nose, breaking it again.

He spits out blood, holding out his hands as though that’ll do anything.

My brothers stand behind me, letting me do all the work. They know I need it. It’s the only way I don’t think about her. About how I’ve failed. It fucking haunts me every damn day.

It’s been four years, and I’ve not been able to forget her. It’s like a curse, and I can’t rid myself of it. When I shut my eyes, it’s like she’s there, conjured up in my subconscious as though she’s actually standing right in front of me with that same baby-blue sundress she wore the day of Tynan’s wedding.

Reaching into my pocket, I fist her panties, the only connection I have to her. My heart races, my body buzzing with rage.

Heading toward the wooden table in the storage room on our farm, I pick up a chainsaw. As soon as he sees it, he begs for his life.

“Please, I swear, I don’t know! I don’t know!”

He chokes on a sob, but it’s too late. The vroom of the chain feeds the sickness in me, decaying day by day.

“I don’t believe you.”

The teeth saw into his thigh as he howls in pain, but I don’t stop there. I don’t stop until he’s nothing but sawed-off pieces of flesh, rotting as much as I am.

CHAPTER 18

FIONN

TEN MONTHS LATER

The Russians called a meeting,and we accepted. It’s been a while since we’ve had a sit-down with them.

Tynan lowers into the swivel chair at his desk, finishing off his bourbon while we’re waiting for them to walk into the house.

Settled on the sofa, drink in hand, I wonder why the hell they wanted to see us. I’m not in the mood for them or their shit.

“What do you think they want?” Cillian bounces his foot, anxious as fuck.

Probably because he thinks Konstantin will bring up wanting the marriage alliance between our families he’s discussed on more than one occasion. And Cillian knows he’s the only one left. They know better than to think I’ll touch anyone ever again, let alone marry them.

Konstantin wants this, though, and he’s not the kind of man who forgets.

Of course, Cillian wants no part. But he’s not stupid. He knows it’s coming. Eventually.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Tynan sits up straighter as all four of the Marinov brothers step inside.

“Gentlemen, how good it is to see you on this fine day.” Konstantin’s mouth tips up before we greet one another.

“Welcome. Please have a seat.”

They all sink onto the sofa opposite Cillian and me.

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