Page 63 of Untamed

Here we go again. I straighten, already bracing. “What’s the job?”

“Details are coming to your secure line. Handle it, and do not screw this up.”

The line goes dead before I can respond. Typical Rafail.

A notification pings—encrypted instructions, just as promised. I scan the details quickly, forcing my mind to shift gears. It’s a cleanup. A target with loose ties to a Bratva rival. Not messy work but work that requires my full attention.

Son of a bitch. I wanted to go see Ember. It’s only been a few hours, but…

I clench my fist, pushing down the pull to check her video again. She’s fine.Safe. I don’t need to hover over every second.

But still, the idea of leaving her tonight twists something in my chest.

I grab my gear.

The distraction she’s become… I’ve got to deal with it. Withher.

The job will keep me busy for now, but it’s not enough.

Not until I show her exactly what it means to be mine. Tonight, I’ll handle Rafail’s mess. But after?

I take a look at the tools I’ve set aside for her—the soft rope, the blindfold—and grin. Game on, little queen.

Then my phone buzzes again, and for a split second, I think it’s Rafail, already breathing down my neck. But no—the notification is from her account.

@dreammafiaqueen has gone live

Live

My pulse spikes, and I swipe the notification open, the feed springing to life.

There she is. Her hair’s still a mess from sleep, and her sweatshirt slides off one shoulder. The sight of her, disheveled but glowing, hits me like a punch. She’s in her bedroom, the same one I’ve been watching all night, and she’s staring into the camera with a look that’s nothing short of fire.

“Morning, little queen,” I whisper.

Her lips curl into a small, knowing smile, and then she speaks.

“This one’s for you,” she says, her voice low and teasing. She leans closer to the camera, her green eyes locking onto the lens like she knows exactly who’s watching.Me.

My grin fades, replaced by something darker, sharper. The game just changed.

“Careful whatyouwish for,” she whispers, echoing the words from my video. Then she sits back, brushing her hair out of her face with the kind of casual confidence that drives me insane before I realize—she’s sitting in her panties on top of a pile of books, the leather strap of her camera hanging off the edge of herend table. She fingers the leather strap and wraps it around her chest, just under her breasts—the feed ends abruptly, leaving me staring at the blank screen.

Oh my fucking god.

Let the games begin.

Chapter 14

EMBER

I don’t hearfrom Rodion all day.

I hate it.

I find myself opening up the damn app every minute, checking to see if he posted a new video, or a new comment,something.Even though I have it set up to notify me when he posts, I manage to convince myself that I must’ve missed it.

I do my best to try to stay on task, but my mind isn’t in the game.

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