Page 106 of Sweet Deception
“I fucking know, okay?” I yelled, my voice cracking.
A pained sigh. “Would you rather I tell Grandma the divorce was fake? She’d immediately inform your parents, and the outcome for you over there wouldn’t be good.”
My stomach twisted.
This was the end. Our fake divorce was about to become real.
“I went to the airport to fly to Italy and bring you back myself.”
“And?”
“One of my men knocked me out.” His voice is tight with controlled rage. “They thought they were protecting me.”
“Gleb, they were.”
“It wasn’t their decision to make.” A dark pause. “They will pay for it.”
“I’ll get Tatiana out. But you have to promise me you won’t marry my sister.”
“I already paid a team of experts from neighboring countries to infiltrate your father’s cartel, find my sister, and bring her back. You don’t have to do this.”
“I doubt they’ll succeed. Just give me five days, okay? I might not call you after this so they won’t suspect I’m still in contact with you.”
“So I won’t get to talk to you for five days, huh?”
His voice was softer. Almost... vulnerable.
Why was he talking like I actually mattered to him?
Did I?
“Yes. You won’t.”
“Don’t let any man touch you.”
I nearly rolled my eyes. “I won’t.”
I already hugged Stefano earlier. Did that count? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
“After this is over, you will give me a list of every man who touched you over there.”
A laugh almost escaped me. “You’re insane.”
“I’m serious.”
“Gleb, I won’t let anyone touch me.”
A beat. “Is your ring still on your finger?”
I hesitated. “No. I removed it since I made everyone believe we’re divorced.”
“But is it with you?”
“Yes, in my bag.”
“Good. There’s a tracker in that ring. I need you to wear it. That’s the only way I can find you.”
I froze. “A tracker? In my ring?”
