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Not this.

Enzo

Is there something wrong with her?

That makes me stare at the screen. I steal a glance at her laying across the arm of the couch, thumbing through the stack of magazines.

Her round, tight ass poking up into the air makes it difficult not wanting to grab it.

Me

No. That’s the problem.

Enzo

Ahh, have fun!

And they say I’m the asshole.

“Look, we aren’t far from Ivan’s stronghold here. We made a wide loop so I can keep an eye on him. If you leave, there’s a very real chance you could be caught.” My fist squeezes as I try to keep my words level and my eyes locked onto hers.

I really shouldn’t be letting my gaze wander down her toned body and tight fitting shirt. Nor the fact that her little leggings look like they’ve been painted on.

When she shrugs, I feel my blood pressure spike.

“You’d just rescue me again.” She purses her lips and slides a piece of cheese slowly between them.

Torturous brat.

Fury bubbles in my chest until I find myself standing over her. “If my father catches you again, there’s no hope of you ever escaping alive. He doesn’t handle traitors lightly.” I jerk my finger towards my mask, then stomp towards the door.

“Wait, he’s your…father?” There’s a tremor in her voice.

Grabbing the handle, I force myself to take a deep breath. “Yes. Always remember, I’m a Volkov, too.”

I step out into the frigid night. Steam erupts from the edges of my balaclava with every angry exhale.

That fucking woman. She knows how to push my buttons.

I shouldn’t let her. No one has cracked my armor, let alone a twenty-three year old.

My father’s fiancée .

And mystep-sister.

Every piece of this is wrong.

So why do I feel so close to saying “fuck it” to everything, and taking her like I own her?

CHAPTER 14

ANASTASIA

My stomach twistsat the realization.

He’s the son of thatmonster.

But what I’ve gathered from the whispers at the mansion, Ivan’s children revolted and left years ago.

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