Page 22 of Obsessed Bratva King

I snatch the bag from her grip, shove it behind me.

“Give that back,” she snaps as I grab hold of her.

"Get dressed first."

Her nostrils flare. "Give me the damn bag."

My voice sharpens. “You’re naked. What’s the plan? Wear the bag as a coat?”

She glares at me, but then looks down at herself, like she’s waking up from sleepwalking.

“Go on,” I tell her. “I won’t stop you leaving but put some fucking clothes on first.”

She glares at me. “Swear it.”

“I swear. Now get dressed.”

She disappears into the bedroom as there’s a knock on the suite door. I pull it open. Marcus is standing there, as immaculately dressed as ever despite the lateness of the hour.

“Everything okay?” he asks. “We had some noise complaints from this floor.”

I step back so he can see Peter’s body.

“I apologize,” he says. “I will send the cleaners up at once.”

Cora appears, tying her hair behind her head. She looks from Marcus to me and back again.

"Take care of yourself,” I say, handing her the bag.

She hesitates. Her fingers tighten around the strap but I don’t let go yet. She stares at me, eyes narrowing.

"I’m sorry," I add.

Her lips press together. "For what?"

My jaw tightens. "For not being what you need right now.” I loosen my grip.

Something flickers in her gaze. Something raw. She nods once, slings the bag over her shoulder.

And then she’s gone.

I turn my attention back to Marcus. “Is the tracker live?”

“Of course,” he replies.

“Where did you put it?”

“In the heel of her shoe before the clothes were sent up.”

I smile to myself. She can go wherever she wants. I’ll be watching the whole damned time.

6

CORA

Six weeks later…

Ivan’s naked body looms over me, his presence swallowing the space, the world, everything. He is all I can see, all I can feel. His hands find my hips, burning them with his grip, fingers pressing deep.

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