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“The company’s records can create a paper trail. It will expose the Bratva’s laundering operations. It’ll also prove that Kyle’s daughter and the whole bloodline still have inheritance authority over the dormant asset, which is linked to the Bratva. This asset we’re talking about has definitely compounded into a massive amount over the years,” Matvey explained.
Eduard’s single nod expressed his understanding.
“So, a young girl with no allies, no Bratva knowledge or training whatsoever, has just landed smack-dab in a loaded mafia business. She doesn’t even know what she has, yet every rival family and organization would be on her for both the money and her link to our name,” I proclaimed.
“Exactly. Eradicating her won’t be a good decision,” Konstantin uttered, sighing.
“It’s too late to do that because the public already knows about her. Killing her would only cause more issues with asset claims. We need to find a cleaner way to finish this—one that keeps the money, information, power, and assets with us,” Eduard continued.
“Right,” Matvey agreed, sending his pointed gaze my way. “There is only one clean solution. And, since you were in charge of Kyle’s execution, it’s only fair that you handle this.”
There was a brief, silent moment as his insinuation sank in.
“I will not marry her. I can’t,” I declared, my voice coming out louder than I intended.
“Let me hear the alternative solution, then,” Matvey challenged, his serious expression unchanged as he stood. “You will marry her, Danil. It’s not a matter of choice; it is to be done.”
My eyes met Eduard’s, and he didn’t volunteer more than a blink.
He knows I hate it, but also agrees with Matvey.
Fuck! This can’t be happening.
Marriage? Out of all things to do?
A wife? Out of all things to have?
“You need to do it as quickly as possible. Otherwise, we’ll be dealing with a bigger problem,” Matvey revealed before turning toward the door.
As I watched Matvey leave, Katria Wolfe’s face popped up in my mind.
I remembered the defiance beneath her tears when I killed Kyle Wolfe that night. I should have killed her along with her mother, but I didn’t have the strength to hurt either of them. I only took out the traitor I had come for.
That defiance was still in her; I saw that much.
I was sure she wouldn’t agree to marry me, whether or not she remembered who I was. No sane person would want to marry someone they barely knew, not to mention someone who took them against their will.
But if I don’t have a choice, then she doesn’t either.
“We’ll get married in a week,” I proclaimed, standing from the couch.
Chapter 3 – Kat
If someone had told me that I would be kidnapped today, I would have laughed them to scorn. Never in my wildest dreams did I see myself ever getting kidnapped; it was an absurd reality that I’d never imagined. And that was the exact situation I found myself in.
It was eerily ironic that I had left my apartment earlier today to claim some of my parents’ things and hadn’t even gotten back in before I managed to get myself abducted. My biggest worry as I stepped out in the morning was being overwhelmed by painful memories; I had gingerly held on to the hope that I wouldn’t break down in public at the thought of my parents. Little did I know that something way bigger awaited me later in the day.
Aside from the brief explanation the masked men gave me before I passed out, they didn’t breathe a word to me. Not when I came to in the back seat of the car or when they bundled me into the room and locked the door after removing the cloth covering my mouth.
My first instinct was to rush over to the windows to see if there was an escape opportunity- what I found was the opposite. The thick glass of the windows was locked and couldn’t be opened from the inside.
I went to the door and banged until the pain in my hand gave way to numbness. That, also, was hopeless.
The longer I remained in the room, the more terrified I became. My head was filled with different scenarios that my situation could end in. The silence that kept me company further intensified my shock.
I sat on the marbled floor with my back to the door. All I could do was wait.
I wasn’t a criminal, nor did I have anything to do with criminals. I may have bought one or two second-hand goods at prices that were far too cheap, but that was the closest tie I had to any kind of criminal. So, I was sure this was an issue of mistaken identity.
