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This is probably just a coincidence.

But I’m also not taking any chances. I’ll lose them. I know this place well enough to get lost in the side streets and pedestrian alleyways.

I start walking even faster, trying to play it cool, but my heart is beating really hard and I have a dark undercurrent of fear pulsing through me.

Chapter 3 - Avraam

Finally, the day has arrived. I’ve been waiting too long for this moment and now it’s here. She’s slipped her guards and she’s out on her own. No one to look out for her. No one to take care of her. And no one to stop me when I kidnap her.

I knew my patience would pay off eventually.

There is a fast-moving undercurrent of excitement flooding me as our SUV follows her. She appears to be finished shopping. That means that she will start looking for a taxi to head home, if I’m not mistaken.

We need to move now.

“She’s heading towards the center of the district, sir.”

“Yes, I think she’s done here.”

My driver moves across a lane and takes the turn.

Ruslana darts down a side alley.

Shit.

There is no reason for her to suddenly be moving with such purpose when she’s been relaxed the entire time before this.

She’s obviously realized that we are following her.

Dammit. I really didn’t want this. I wanted to drive past her and just drag her into the SUV without causing too much of a scene.

My driver turns to catch her as she’s coming out the other side of the alley and she quickly turns into another one.

“She’s seen us. Stop the car. I’m going on foot,” I say, agitated and feeling adrenalin begin to surge. I can’t risk losingher. This is my one chance. I have to get her today. If I don’t—chances are her guard will triple after this.

I jump from the car and tell the driver to keep me in sight but hang back.

Then I hurry in her direction.

Stalking through the back alleys and side streets, I watch my prey.

She keeps glancing over her shoulder, her long hair flicking out behind her as she moves faster.

I find myself watcher her hips, swaying as she starts to jog. Everything about her, every move she makes is filled with sex appeal. She is far too alluring for her own good.

My heart beats even faster. Pulsing in rhythm to her steps.

I want her.

I will have her. By the end of today, she will be locked up and under my control. She will belong to me.

She darts right down a narrow alley and I duck into the alley alongside it, shooting out the back tojustmiss her as she runs past.

To my surprise, she shoots a comment back at me.

“Too slow, asshole,” she says, sounding breathless but feisty.

Are you kidding me?

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