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Konstantin’s arm came to my shoulder and he squeezed it. “Every one of us has fucked up in one way or another. Let’s get you changed and then I’m taking you to my place.”
I shook my head. “I have a hotel.”
“And I have a spare bedroom,” he said in a cool tone. “Now, let’s go. I don’t like to keep my wife waiting.”
CHAPTER33
Juliette
“So, how's married life?” Wynter asked.
It was our weekly four-way FaceTime call. Wynter’s idea of staying in touch. It worked most of the time except that today, I had better things to do. Like torture the man who set my birth parents’ home on fire.
Kian, the man that Autumn Ashford recommended, had come through again. He helped her get out of Afghanistan. The guy was stellar. He searched for my parents’ killers, passed on the names after he dug them up and tracking them down. My body count was about to increase.
Brandon Dole
Sam Dallas
Travis Xander. I didn’t physically kill him, but I’d take credit for it anyhow. Dante promised he’d end him and I believed him.
The above were personal to me. The below were personal to both Killian and I.
Petar Soroko
Raslan Rugoff
Igor Bogomolov
Yan Yablochkov
All four were killed by Killian. The next ones were mine.
Vlad Ketrov
Nikola Chekov
Jovanov Plotnick—not yet dead, but he’d be very soon.
Sofia Volkov would be the icing on the cake.
I stared at the Russian names on the list. Killian handled four; I was about to take care of my third one from our parents’ murder. Between us, we killed seven of their murderers. I wouldn’t be satisfied until we were given all the names to scratch off.
“Hello,” Wynter called out again, interrupting my thinking. “Earth to Jules.”
I tried to remember her question, then recalled it.
“It’s fine,” I answered curtly.
Two days ago, Dante had to fly out. Some emergency in California that he had to handle. Much to my dismay, I missed him. We had barely begun working on the physical aspect of our relationship and then he flew out. It agitated me.
The impatient part of me wanted to test the theory of how far we could go before my panic kicked in. I wanted to expunge the ghosts that plagued my mind and stopped me from having meaningful relationships with the opposite sex.
Not that I’d have any going forward, other than Dante.
My husband.
It still seemed surreal. Maybe I was dreaming and I’d woken up. Alone.
