Page 37 of Claim

But we’re far from best friends. We both run our organizations with a hard line.

I do remember quite distinctly having to go to battle with him. And kidnapping his wife for him.

A grin pulls up my lip. Yea, I can imagine he’d get quite a kick out of this.

“Maybe I’ll throw a party and invite everyone,” Enzo snickers. “One big happy dysfunctional family.”

“Sure. Later. What about this wedding though?” My cock throbs just thinking about her in that dress.

And ripping it off her.

“Give me twenty minutes. I’ll email you the paperwork, and I’ll get a hold of one of the officiants nearby. Oh—” Enzo leans back and turns the camera towards his computer screen. “—I don’t know what you did to kick the wasp’s nest. But you might want to consider moving to the next safehouse.” He pans over the grainy black and white drone feed to show three cars and at least ten guys milling around the van I left hidden in the bushes.

Shit.

“I’ll kick her in the ass. We’ll leave right after.” Not until I see that gown.

I’ll fight all of Ivan’s army for the privilege.

Stomping the snow off my feet, I push into the heat of the cabin.

And forget how to breathe.

The fire of the morning sun catches the glitter of fine diamonds that are sewn into the hems.

She’s practically glowing. Her pale breasts push from the snug top, showing the long lines of her bare throat, slim waist, and hips that make me want to dig my fingers in until she begs for mercy.

“Well?” Ana has the audacity to raise her eyebrow while pursing her lips. “Where’s my ring, big man?”

I knew she was going to ask.

Tugging at the chain around my neck, I pull out the one thing I salvaged from the night Ivan attacked.

The one that changed my life forever.

There’s still a tinge of char around the edge, and a bit of the silver has melted off, but my mother’s ring still holds the faint pink glimmer that I remember from my youth when she wore it.

“All I have is this. I think it might fit.” Pulling the strand hard enough, it breaks apart, freeing the keepsake from its home against my heart.

“Oh.” Her eyes brighten. “It’s beautiful.”

“I thought you might like that. Your father bought it.” I hold it pinched between my fingers just long enough for her to get a long look, then slide it into my pocket.

She squints one eye with a scowl. “Why did Papa buy that for your mom?”

“When he married her.” I smirk watching her features contort.

Holding up my other hand, I stop her before she melts down. “They met and married only seven years ago. Long after we were born.” I can’t stop the grin, even if she can’t see it.

“They were unified with their mutual hatred of my father.” Grabbing her wrist, I drag her onto my lap then dial Enzo.

“I can see that. Funny, your dad is quite the matchmaker. Because of him, we met too.” She wiggles on my thigh, pushing her breasts against my chest.

Fuck. What she does to me is criminal.

“Mikhail, always good to see the sliver of your face. Ana, you look well.” Enzo smiles into the camera. He’s flanked by his associate, Romeo, and a short gray haired man.

“I remember you. Mama said you were the go-to guy.” Ana peers close to the screen. “Nice to meet you.”

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