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Their deaths were quick, a single shot right in between the eyes.

His face twisted in fury, but he didn’t dare say a word as I lowered my arm. I cocked my head, my adrenaline surging hotter, and I grinned much more broadly than before.

“What brings you to my door, Pavel?”

“Return the girl, and no one gets hurt,” Yuri tried, but his voice carried much less confidence than it had before. Now, he almost appeared meek.

“This is my turf. Just your presence here demands a price, but a threat is something else entirely. That’s enough to start a war. Does Anton even know that you’re here?” I spat.

He gritted his teeth, a momentary flicker of uncertainty passing over his face, and I knew the answer without needing to ask. Anton didn’t know. His men were acting of their own accord.

I raised my gun and aimed it straight at Yuri.

“Answer my questions, and I might decide to let you live,” I pressed. I gripped the handle a bit tighter. I pressed my finger over the trigger and waited.

“He doesn’t know,” he said quickly.

“What girl are you talking about?”

“His bride. She ran off the day of the wedding.”

“And?”

“Anton ordered us to go shake down a couple places. We found a paper trail leading to this place, and I figured it might be a good place to hide the bitch,” Yuri said quickly.

I stared down the barrel of the gun and sighed. “No one talks about Irina like that,” I growled.

Without warning, I pulled the trigger, shooting him right in between the eyes just like the others. His head jerked back as his eyes widened with shock. As he fell to the ground with a loud thump, his eyes deadened.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Liam.

“The Russians are taken care of. See to it that the bodies disappear,” I commanded.

“Of course.”

“Arrange for a new safe house in the morning. This one has been compromised. Secure extra guard detail for the night. I want someone at every corner. I want surveillance, the works. We’ll move tomorrow.”

“I’ll take care of everything,” Liam replied curtly.

“Good. Thank you,” I replied.

I hung up the phone and turned around, heading back inside the townhome.

I wasn’t going to let Irina out of my sight tonight.

CHAPTER5

Irina

I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

My every waking thought was of Aidan, of his dark, brooding stare, his cool, quiet confidence, the glimmer of arrogance that hinted he could have anything he wanted whenever he wanted.

Why was I so hung up on him?

Even now, I remembered the feeling of his hands on my skin, the security I’d felt when I’d woken up in his lap, and the relief I’d felt when I’d tripped and he’d caught me.

What would he want with a girl like me?

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