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“What now?”

“I want dinner and a movie. I want to talk like normal people for an hour.”

“Can’t talk during a movie.”

“You know what I’m saying.”

He licks his lips. “If I agree, can I fuck you in the shower?”

“You were going to either way.”

“Good point. But I agree.”

Turns out, there are perks that come along with sleeping in your husband’s bed.

Especially when you’re married to a beautiful, starving beast like Lev.

Chapter 31

Lev

I’m satisfied, which is a strange feeling for a man like me. Normally, the voices in my head are chattering and gibbering, warring against the darkness. Trying to pull me back from the brink.

Instead, this morning, it’s quiet.

There’s a strange stillness for once.

I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I know the source.

Carmie’s body intertwined with mine. Her slow, steady breaths as she slept beside me. The knowledge that she was safe and protected. My baby and my wife. Both mine.

I didn’t wake her up when I got out of bed. I let her sleep in. She’s been pushing herself hard trying to get back to her old fencing skills, but she’s still pregnant and needs her rest.

I’ll talk to her about taking it a little easy later on.

I’m smiling to myself and thinking about Carmie’s moans as I try to unlock Fed Jeweler’s back door.

But my key won’t work.

I stare at the lock. It’s different—gold instead of silver.

“He changed it,” I snarl into my phone.

Alex’s voice sounds like he just got out of bed. The lazy fuck, it’s already ten minutes past six in the morning. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m at the shop and the locks are different.”

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“My father changed the goddamn locks on us.” I slam my fist into the door.

“Calm down. Think about it. What’s this matter? He still needs to staff the place.”

“Dasha and Katerina can handle most of the work. All he needs to do is throw in a few idiot goons to handle the shit in the back.”

“He needs to manage the books. He needs to stay on top of the inventory.”

“He doesn’t give a fuck!” I’m breathing hard and struggling with my composure. The sun’s beginning to rise, and it would almost be beautiful if I didn’t want to burn this place down for a second time.

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