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“Oh, you’re asking for it now,” he purrs, leaning in until his breath is hot on my lips, and I can taste the smoke on him.

“I am not here to hurt you, zayka. It’s the opposite. Continue to play this game, and you will leave me no choice. I could have taken you when you were spread out naked on the bed a few hours ago. I did not. I chose not to. Yet, here you are, making an enemy out of me. Think a bit using that beautiful brain of yours. Continue to kick and scream, and I will shove something into your mouth. This way, you won’t be able to say a word. Understand?”

My breath hitches, my core clenching despite myself, and I hate it—hate the way my nipples harden, the way my thighs tremble. His rough grip around my neck makes me feel things I shouldn’t.

“Try shutting me up,” I spit, voice shaking but defiant. “I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”

He laughs—dark, guttural, a sound that vibrates through me—and his grip tightens just enough to make me gasp. “I’d like to see you try, zayka.”

His thumb slides down, tracing my collarbone, and I want it to go lower, but this is so wrong.

The car slows, rolling into a cavernous underground garage—concrete walls, a fortress that swallows me whole. My stomach drops, panic traveling up my spine, but I don’t let it show.

He’s out in a flash, circling around the car, and I brace myself—ready to bolt, to fight, to do something. The door opens, andI lunge—but he catches me, slamming me against the car’s side, my cheek pressed to the freezing metal, my wrists wrenched higher behind my back.

“Fucker—” I snarl.

“Where are you going, little rabbit? We have arrived at your new home. Feel free to run, but you won’t be able to escape very far. Believe it or not, here I am, your only ticket to survive. Stick with me, and you will be fine. You and that beautiful pussy of yours.”

“Sadistic asshole!” I hiss, finally stumbling to my feet. He misses me, but he does slip an arm around my waist as soon as I’m stable and nudges me forward towards the building.

We enter the building, take the elevator up, and enter a penthouse. I have never seen anything like it. The decorations on the walls remind me of some futuristic movie. They are lavish and unique. There is a beautiful statue standing right next to the elevator of a naked, gorgeous, dark, curvy woman pouring water from a vase back into a stream where fish are swimming. A lot of intricate details. It’s quiet in here; I cannot see or hear anyone. We go up the stairs and up the stairs again; there are so many rooms that lose count. Suddenly, he stops at the door—black, unmarked, just like the others, and kicks it open, revealing a room where a massive bed dominates the space. There is a bar in the corner gleaming with bottles and a single chair facing the bed. He pushes me inside, and I catch myself on the edge of the bed, spinning to face him.

“You’re staying here, zayka,” he says, his voice low. “I’m not going to bother with locking the door, and you can’t get out through the windows. You are too high up. You run, I’ll hunt you down. You fight, I’ll tie you to that bed. Are we on the same page, zayka?”

My stomach twists, heat pooling low despite my rage, and I jerk free, stepping back. “You can’t keep me here,” I growl, fists clenching, wrists throbbing where the ties still bite.

He closes the distance, his hand snapping to my throat again, pulling me flush against him.

“I can and I will. Your dirty work caused you this. I hope you understand that it is not me who brought you here. It is you who brought this situation upon herself. Are we clear?” Then suddenly, he presses me against the bed. I shove him, nails digging into his chest, but he doesn’t budge—just grins, pinning my arms behind me.

“Keep that up,” he growls, “and I’ll tie you down to the bed…naked for me to watch you again.” He smirks. The door stays open as he walks out, a taunt, a dare—and I’m left burning. Questioning all of the choices I have made so far. I have an idea who this is, but I could be wrong. This is Pavel. I saw information about him on Dmitri’s computer. I remember that he does not work for Dmitri directly, but I know they are associated. If it is him, then I should be dead already. So why am I not dead? I have so many questions running through my head.I need him to give me answers. He is like a mountain that does not shake. I am bound and hate how much I want him to come back. Not only to answer my questions but to use this bed for what it was meant for: for him to watch me. I know I am sick, and that is okay.

Chapter 4

Pavel

I’m rolling a glass of vodka between my hands, ice-clinking as I wait for my crew. The door bangs open. Mikhail, Roman, and Victor stomp in.

“Gentlemen,” I say, voice slicing the silence, “we’ve got a new piece in play.”

Mikhail folds his arms, scar pulling tight on his jaw. “The girl? We already know about her,” he asks, low and skeptical. I can tell he’s already counting the risks.

Roman smirks, snagging a drink. “What’s her name? Tell us, Pavel, is she hot enough to justify this mess? Why didn’t you kill her like Dmitri ordered? Don’t you know that there is a bounty on her head by Dmitri? And you are keeping her alive? Do you want a war with his Bratva?”

Victor’s fingers twitch with his gun. “Yes, Pavel. Are you out of your mind? She’s a hacker, and she is Dmitri’s target. Why’s she still breathing?”

“First of all, her name is Anya,” I say, letting her name drip slow and heavy. “Let’s make something clear first. I have known you for a long time now, and Anya is off-limits for you. No touching, no talking, no looking without my say-so.”

Roman whistles, grinning wide. “Off-limits? Damn, Pavel, she must be a hell of a lay.” He’s pushing, testing if I’ll bite.

Victor cuts in, voice sharp. “Why keep her? Dmitri ordered her months ago. Now you have found her, drag her here, and she is alive. Are you screwing her instead and thinking with your cock?”

Mikhail stays quiet, watching me hard. “I’m sure you have a good reason, Pavel.” he finally asks, voice steady, digging for the angle.

Roman laughs, sipping his drink. “Well, shit. What’s she got, a magic pussy? Is it worth starting a war with Dmitri? Tell us, Pavel. What’s the game plan here? We, for sure, do not see one.”

Victor’s voice bites again. I have known all of them since we were children. At the end of the day, they are loyal to me, like dogs, as I am to them. I must tell them about the plan.

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