Page 43 of Dark Prince

My mouth falls open. For once in my life, I don’t have a comeback. I don’t know what to say to anything he has just laid on me. All I heard was Ren’s mine, forever, and he’s okay with that. It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense.

My cell phone chirps with an incoming text message. Needing a distraction, I pull it from the back pocket of my jeans. I don’t even look at the lock screen to see who it is before I open it.

Dimitri: This club is nice. I have to hand it to the little Italian prick. He’s really turned this dump around from what it used to be. Shame it’ll all blow up in flames, people and all, if you let him fuck what is mine again. I’ll make sure he’s one of them when I detonate this whole fucking block. YOU ARE MINE. Get that through your head. I OWN YOU. No one gets to make you bleed but me. No one gets to scar your body but me. No one gets to shove knives into your dirty cunt but me. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? You’ll pay for letting him do those dirty things to my shit, Sasha. The price is high. I hope you know who you’ve fucked with. I will scrub your skin raw before I fuck you so goddamn hard it shatters everything inside you. That’s a promise, little bird!

The club is closed. Ren and I locked up two hours ago, giving everyone the rest of the night off since it’ll be a long night tomorrow night with the opening. No one is supposed to be there, but that isn’t what concerns me the most.

How does he know anything about our sex life? The only time we’ve ever fucked outside of closed doors was at the club.

Cameras.

It’s the only way he’d know.

In the blink of an eye, my phone is swiped from my hand. My gaze pops up, going to my father, who is reading the message. Contrary to my husband’s belief, I’m not embarrassed about any part of our sexual relationship. We fit like a glove. Everything he loves doing to me, I enjoy receiving it, and vice versa.

The shattering of glass causes my body to flinch and my eyes to snap toward the sound. Shards of glass, ice, spilled whiskey . . . and blood coat a small section on the counter in front of where my dad is standing. Flicking my eyes to his, molten lava stares at me through the sockets of his blue gaze. My mouth falls open again, but no words rush out. I’ve never seen that look, and it’s the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen. Ripples crawl down my back so slow that I shiver out here in the eighty degree suffocating nighttime air.

“YA unichtozhu ikh vsekh,” he whispers in a tone I don’t recognize as his own, even though the Russian words came out of his mouth. I’m not as fluent as Krishna. All I picked up on was wipe all out.

I suck in a lungful of air, confused. “Are you going to explain that?”

Putting my cell phone down in a glass and blood-free zone, he pushes it toward me. I leave it where it is, expecting him to respond. Instead, he rounds the bar, coming to stand by my side. “This stays between us, Sash. Keep Krishna out of it, as well as the Caputos. I’ll have my men sweep the club tonight and monitor the opening.”

He goes to turn around, but I call out, “Dad,” stopping him. “Are you going to explain what the hell just happened?”

“When I get back. I’m in a killing mood, Sasha. Now is not the time for a heart-to-heart. For once in your life, do as I’ve requested or you’ll get the people that matter the most to you killed.”

I stand there, still as a statue, even after my father has been gone for a couple of minutes. I’m about to clean up the mess he made when another text comes through. I almost don’t want to read it, but I do. I always read his messages even when I should have blocked his number years ago. Something has always stopped me.

Dimitri: He’s a fucking dead man regardless. And you? For you, my darling dirty whore, I’m going to build a dungeon where you’ll never see the light of day again. You’ll only know my dick and the pain that comes with it. See you soon, ptichka.

An ice-cold shiver runs from the nape of my neck all the way down to my toes. I can’t allow him to get to Ren. My father is right about one thing: I can’t breathe a word to Krishna or my husband. But I have to do something. Divorce isn’t going to work. It would take far too long, and who was I kidding? Ren knows all the laws to get around that, or at least prolong it. He’d drag it out until I gave up, that’s for sure, and I love him a little more for that.

There are only two ways out of this. I kill Dimitri myself or I die trying to pull it off. The question is, how the hell do I pull it off without ending up six feet under with him?

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