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“Don’t walk away from me when we’re in the middle of a conversation,” I hissed. “And don’t think for one fucking second that you can put me on the sidelines. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been involved in my father’s business. I’m not new to this life. As your future wife, I expect you to include me in your shit.”

Narrowing his eyes, he marched over to me. I didn’t move, didn’t back down as he got right up in my space so we were nose to nose. His presence smothered the air around me with menace, making it hard for me to breathe. He watched me for a moment, his stunning blue-green eyes trailing over my face. “Alright,” he said.

“Alright?” I repeated, eyeing him suspiciously.

He nodded slightly. “Alright, I’ll include you, butkotenok, the next time you throw a knife at me, I’m going to tie you to the bed and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re begging me to stop.”

My breath hitched. “Is that supposed to be a punishment? Because it doesn’t sound like it.”

“You say that now, but after you’ve been denied your orgasm time and time again, you’ll think differently.” He backed away and I felt like I could finally breathe again. He pulled the knife from the wall and placed it on the kitchen counter. “Someone stole from me.”

“Stole from you? How much?” I asked, watching him carefully. There was tension in his body, his face hard and eyes dark. He was beyond angry. He was furious.

“Over $50,000.”

I gasped. “Shit. Do you have any idea who?”

“There’s two men responsible for handling the cash at our drop houses. Marco and Diego. Marco’s too much of a pussy to go against the family, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t somehow involved. He could have easily given the right information to someone else, and they took the cash.”

“And the other guy? Diego?”

His lips thinned. “He’s missing. I’ve sent Vin to find him, but so far he’s having no luck.”

I nodded. “You need to go back. Sort it out and find who took your money. Something like this is bad for organisations like ours. If word gets out, people will think it’s okay to steal from you. To cross you.”

“I know.” He ran the back of his fingers across my cheek. “I wanted to stay a bit longer, get to know you a bit more.”

When his fingers got near my mouth, I nipped them lightly. “We’ve got plenty of time for that.”

ChapterFifteen

Illayana Volkov

Iwas watchingThe Witcherin the lounge room when a commotion at the front door made me frown, pausing the TV. Voices fluttered to me, and I instantly recognised that high-pitched squealy voice.

Tatiana.

“Move it, Lukyan!” she snapped, and I rolled my eyes. Only she would have the audacity to order someone of Lukyan’s stature around.

Tatiana rounded the corner and stepped into the lounge room looking as regal as ever in a stylish green dress and gold, strappy sandals that travelled all the way up her to her calves. Lukyan followed a moment later, hands overfilled with so many binders he could barely see where he was going and grumbling loudly.

“Ah, there she is! The bride to be!” Tatiana said excitedly, clapping her hands.

I got to my feet and gave her a hug. I stared at the binders. “What’s all this?”

“These, my dear best friend, are the plans for your wedding!” She clicked her fingers repeatedly. “Come on Lukyan, over here,” she said, pointing to the couch, not that he could see it.

Lukyan growled and dropped the binders to the ground where he stood.

Tatiana gasped. “What are you doing?!” she screeched, dropping to her knees to reorganise everything.

“I’m not your damn slave,” Lukyan grunted. “And I’m not doing anything to help this wedding. It’s a bad idea.”

I rolled my eyes and helped Tatiana pick everything up, placing some of the binders on the couch. “You need to get over it. I’m marrying Arturo whether you like it or not. You’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me when he cheats on you with some tall, skinny bitch in thefamiglia. Coz you know he will.” He turned and stomped away.

“Oh my god, is that a possibility?” Tatiana asked, juggling the rest of her binders and coming over to the couch, taking a seat.

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