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“Can I clean you now, sir?” I ask and pout my lips.

He nods and pulls back my bottom lip.

“Yes. You can start on your knees, baby,” he tells me, pushing me down to the ground by my shoulders.

“Once this is over, we can explore each other every damn day.”

My heart flutters and I smile, taking his cock in my hand.

“I like that plan,” I tell him.

It sets a fire inside me, one I need to keep hold of until I get Isabella back.

Only then can we really start planning our future.

Because right now, there's a chance I won’t be in it.

Chapter 87

CHARLOTTE

My leg bounces erratically as we drive through the woodlands.

After a long flight and a few hours of sleep in Mikhail’s safe house, the time is finally here.

Being back in Russia heightens my fears. I’m back in hell, and I’m about to come face to face with my tormentor.

Squeezing my fists as I aimlessly watch the trees go past, Declan clamps his strong hand on my jolting leg and holds it still.

“Everything is going to be fine, baby. Mikhail’s men have been patrolling the warehouse for days, they’re already in position. We have the upper hand,” he whispers, leaning into my side.

Visions of my first escape attempt flood my memories. This time, he has my little girl.

My worst fear has come to life, and I have one opportunity to fix this. So he’s not wrong, everything will be okay—for Isabella at least.

“We don’t know that, Declan. I need you to understand something,”

I grab both of his hands in mine.

“What, sweetheart?”

“That if there is a choice between saving me or Isabella. You chose her, Declan. I need you to promise me that you will save our daughter over me.”

I blurt the words out, and it’s like a weight lifts off my chest.

He blinks at me a few times, and I squeeze his hand.

I know how hard this is, asking him to pick a daughter he’s never met over me. But the second he lays eyes on her and that shock goes to his heart, he will understand.

She is a true Quinn.

“I give you my word, heartbreaker. Not because I want to, but because I understand. And I want you to know something too…”

Fuck, this is awful.

I’ve just found him again, and now there’s a chance that if shit goes south, I won’t make it out of here.

“What?” I fight back the tears.

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