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I lance him with a glare and lock my knees together because I don’t need him to tell me a damn thing.

I already know, and that makes me just as much of a sicko as he is.

“I won’t let my daughter see me under the control of any man.” I struggle to keep my voice even but my God, I want to let out an ear-piercing shriek that will shatter every window in this place. “I’m not that woman. I’m not afraid of you, I won’t cower, and I sure as hell won’t obey you.”

“Are you sure about that? You know what I’m capable of, how angry I am. Do you really want to test me?” He slowly moves toward me like a predator circling his juicy prey, when the tattoo of the scythe catches my eye.

Justice and death.

Apropos for someone so deranged.

“Yes. I hate you. I’d rather die than stay here with you.”

He pins me against the cool tile wall. A burst of breath expels from my lungs at the pressure. A deviant glow shines bright in his normally demonic eyes. I should feel dread or impending doom. Something bad, something ominous.

“You’re a bad liar.” Danil sweeps his palms down my torso and rests them on my hips. “And I’m gonna prove that to you right now.”

I shudder at the tingling sensation dancing over my skin. His rough hands insistently mold to my flesh, like he’s staking claim.

To me.

And yes, I am a horrible liar because that’s exactly what I want right now.

But after he stakes his claim on my body, what irreparable damage will that do to my heart and soul?

Chapter19

Danil

“Take your hands off of me.” Larysa’s nostrils flare but she makes no move to break away from me. Her voice drips with contempt, fiery green eyes like hot lasers that pierce my resolve.

I swore to myself I’d stay away from her. It’s why I hid out in the bedroom to build that Pack and Play thing. It distracted me from all of the crazy thoughts and desires that swarmed my head while we were in the kitchen earlier today when I told her she had no place in my life. But all I really wanted to do was bend her over and show her how much of a fucking liarIam.

Because there’s nowhere I’d rather be but here right now…with her and Daniela.

When I told Tori not to get too excited about having a niece, I meant it. Petro, Hadeon, and that dickhead uncle of theirs are still my enemies until I can prove otherwise. They didn’t deny doing the hit on me. Maybe they’re protecting someone, maybe they just wanted to hold something over my head. Either way, I will make sure justice is served.

My brand of justice.

Death.

We can never be a happy family, no matter what we both might want. Too many other people have already fucked up any possibility of forever for us.

And even though my brain knows this thing with Larysa can’t go anywhere, my body doesn’t give a flying fuck.

My grip on her hips tightens. She slaps her hands against my chest and grits her teeth, pushing me backward.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. You can’t get rid of me.”

“I just told you I hated you. Doesn’t it scream pathetic to you that you can’t let me go?”

“How many times have I told you that I’m gonna punish you for shooting off that mouth?”

She draws in a sharp breath and fuck me, a hint of excitement lights up her eyes. And it burns way brighter than the hatred.

“You and your punishment. Am I supposed to be afraid of your empty threats?” She narrows her eyes. “Because all I feel is nausea.”

“More fucking lies.” I release my hold on her and back away. “You want me to go?”

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