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My phone buzzed, almost on cue. Becca’s name was displayed brightly on the screen, and I hit the button to answer the call.

“Oh my God, Ivan, where are you? I’m at the clinic with Katja. I came as soon as I heard about Mama. Dad drove me down. Are you okay?”

“Stop talking. Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

“What?”

“You lied to me, Becca. I know you knew what was going on.”

I hit the end call button, and turned the car around, heading for the clinic with a ball of rage building in my chest.

CHAPTER 41

Becca

“Spread your legs. Hands in the air.”

He’d stormed into the clinic and dragged me outside like a man possessed and now I had my ass in the air for him. It would have been a lie to say I wasn’t turned on. But there was a guy riding shotgun in the car, and he had a front row seat.

This felt more like humiliation than a good time.

All the same, when Ivan’s knee nudged between my thighs, my pussy got even wetter. Around him I couldn’t control myself. I whimpered as he shoved me down against the hood of the beaten up patrol car.

His hand was solid at the small of my back, pushing me down against the car hard enough to hurt. A curl of arousal shot through me, knowing I was so totally at his mercy. I glanced back at him, over my shoulder, feeling my nipples pebble at the stern expression he was wearing.

“God I’m glad to see you.”

He let out a grunt and I waited with my head turned to the side, cheek against the hood, for him to press himself up against me, letting his hard cock grind against the furrow between my ass cheeks.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, I felt the snap of Ivan’s heavy handcuffs around my wrists as he clamped my arms behind me. He squeezed them closed tightly and the teeth bit in against my flesh as the bracelet shrank to fit. My chest tightened. This wasn’t like when he’d played with me before, when I’d let him see how much his cop gear turned me on.

I winced as he tightened the cuffs again, making sure the metal bit into my wrists.

“Ivan?”

I could sense the anger in him and arousal ticked through me even as I felt my stomach sink.

“What are you doing, Ivan?”

“I’m arresting you for prescription fraud.”

I’d known he was going to be mad with me when it all came out, but I didn’t think he’d do this.

“What?” My eyes widened, desperate as I realized that the look in his eyes was serious. “No! I was trying to help your mom, Ivan. I didn’t know-”

“And you didn’t tell me.”

With strong hands, he yanked me to me feet, shoving me towards the rear passenger door of the patrol car. My eyes widened. He was deadly serious.

“No. I was trying to help.”

“Well you didn’t. And now she’s missing. Well fucking done.”

He yanked the door open, his hand on my head, pushing me inside like any other criminal. I scrabbled along the back seat, turning awkwardly with my hands cuffed behind me. I didn’t have a choice but to go where he put me.

“Oh my God, Ivan I’m so sorry. What can I do? Please, tell me. I’ll do anything.”

“You should have told me, Becca. I could have saved us all a whole lot of trouble. But you lied to me instead. And now it’s too late.”

Just like that, he was writing me off. I could barely breathe through the tears. I’d come here to help him, but he didn’t want to see me at all. My heart ached at the strength of his rejection and it felt like he was determined to physically sever the connection that we had.

“I’m sorry, Ivan. Please. It’s not too late. Let me do something. Please.”

He leaned down into my space, his face inches from mine, one hand still on the roof of the car.

“You want me to ignore my duty as a police officer and let you go? Why should I do that, Becca? I’d only have to punish you for the Bratva otherwise. You think that would be better?”

I swallowed hard, feeling tears flood into my eyes, clouding my vision. Why was he doing this? I’d only been trying to help him and he couldn’t be so stubborn that he refused to see that. My Ivan wasn’t like this. I couldn’t have gotten him all wrong.

“Because you love me. And you don’t want to ruin my career and send me to jail, And because I love you. And I want to help find Mama. Ivan, please!”

His face stayed solidly neutral. “How can I trust you again when you jeopardized everything keeping this quiet – nearly gave the lot to Menshikov? This isn’t a game, Becca.”

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