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My brows drew together, and my expression darkened. “Don’t do that,” I warned him, raising my index finger. “You don’t get to blame this on me.”
“You were supposed to be mine, Ravyn. Mine!” he snarled, his eyes red with fury.
“Okay, first, I am not a piece of property to be owned by you or your brother,” I began, my voice dripping with rage and a tinge of disdain. “And second, you were the one who blew what we had—so this is on you, not me!”
“Is that reason enough for you to rush into my brother’s bed barely six months after our breakup?” he growled, his tone low and disrespectful.
My scowl deepened. “You’ll mind the way you speak to me, Viktor Tarasov.”
He snickered. “Why, because you married my older brother? Because he’s fucked you?”
My jaw tightened, fingers clenching into fists on my sides. I was so furious I could smack him in the face again. Or worse, throw a punch hard enough to break his nose.
Despite all that rage coursing through me like electricity, I decided not to act on my anger tonight. “We’re done here.” I walked past him.
However, I had barely taken two steps forward when he grabbed my wrist. “No, we’re not. You don’t get to walk out on me.” He pulled me toward him.
Disgusted by his touch, I squirmed out of his hold. “Let go of me!”
Immediately, he did. He let go.
However, I noticed he was looking behind me, kind of like the way the guy in the kitchen had the other night. That was when I caught a whiff of his cologne in the air and felt his commanding presence.
Lev revealed himself and stood beside me, his imposing frame towering over my small stature. His gaze was fixed on his brother, his jaw clenched, emphasizing the scowl on his face.
Viktor glared back at Lev, masking his fear with anger.
The air was thick with tension, and I could almost hear the sound of my own racing heart. Nobody said a word, but we all could sense the storm brewing.
Unable to stand the suffocating tension, I walked out of the ladies’ room in silence, leaving the two brothers to themselves. Ain’t no way I was going to be caught up in the middle of this madness.
I was in this mess because of them in the first place, so they should sort things out between themselves and leave me the hell out of it.
Period!
Chapter 18 —Lev
“You can’t seriously be mad atmeright now!” she snapped, her voice laced with venom.
We were already back home and had locked the door behind us in the master bedroom. I knew this argument was inevitable, especially because I’d been furious all through the drive back home.
“You were in the ladies’ room withmybrother!” I barked, shedding my jacket, my blood boiling with anger. “Can you tell me what the fuck you were doing with him?”
Her head snapped back, disbelief tinting her eyes. “That arrogant prick disrespected me. He insulted me, and now all of a sudden I’m the bad guy?” The words rushed out of her mouth in a frantic burst.
“I asked what you were doing with him, Ravyn.” My jaw tightened, my expression darkening by the second.
“Jesus Christ—nothing!” She threw her hands into her hair, frustration creeping into her face and her tone. “He was the one who cornered me in the restroom. Why am I the one being interrogated?” Her voice rose higher than usual, her eyes wide with fury.
“Because you’re my wife, Ravyn!” I thundered. Didn’t mean to, but I did. “And with that title comes a shit load of do’s and don’t’s.”
“Well, newsflash, Lev, I didn’t ask to be your wife!” she shot back, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “Hell, I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask to be dragged intoyourworld, and I most certainly had no intention of coming between you and your brother, so cut me some slack!”
Her outburst silenced me in a way I hadn’t expected.
I took a moment to process what she had just shared, and honestly, some of her words hit me like arrows to the chest.
She glared at me, nose flared, eyes dark with something dangerous—something primal. Ravyn was pissed, and I could tell she had a lot on her mind, a lot she was holding back.
