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I turn away and face the window again. Until a hand lands on my upper thigh. I try to move away, but I’m crushed up against the headboard. He moves closer, his grip growing tighter.?

“Why not me? I’ve been here all along. We could have been perfect together.” His hand moves further up.?

“I’ve only ever seen you as a friend.” I keep my voice soft, but he grabs my other leg and pulls me to face him. I knock him away with my one free hand.

A sick feeling settles in my stomach at the look in his eye. It’s not one I’ve seen on him before. His eyes are dark, and he licks his lips. Grabbing both my legs, he pulls me back to him. I slap him with the one hand I have available, opening my mouth to shout, but he covers it with his hand.

“Shut the fuck up.” Something in him snaps; he turns feral, and I fight against him.

His other hand pulls at my sweatpants, and when they reach my ankles, I try to kick him away, but it doesn’t work.?

He grabs at my panties. I attempt to scream, hot tears pouring from my eyes, but no one can hear me. I scrunch my eyes shut, trying to block out the inevitable. He’s stronger than me, and I’m handcuffed. I can keep fighting, but he will continue to take what doesn’t belong to him.

The moment he pulls my thighs apart, something happens outside. Gunshots.?

Damien is ripped away, and I curl into myself. My heart is trying to escape my chest—it's pounding so hard. Everything is blurred as more men come in, and one approaches me.

“I’ve got you,” Viktor’s voice washes over me as he pulls my clothes back on. I’m just glad Damien didn’t get any further.

Chapter twenty-three

Viktor

Three hours earlier

I’mwithKonstantinandmy main supplier for our next delivery. We’re all sitting around the large table when there's a commotion outside. The door bursts open, and I pull my gun on who it is. But my stomach drops when I see the guard I left with Amaia, blood running down the side of his head and his eyes wide and panicked.?

“Where is she?” I step toward him, gun still pointed as rage builds inside me.?

“They took her. That male friend of hers came. Pushed his way inside, so I stepped outside my car to make sure she was okay, but someone hit me over the head and knocked me out. When I woke up, I checked inside. There was a tipped over table and smashed photo frame. A rag was nearby.”

A deadly calm washes over me as we stare at each other. I knew there was something wrong with that Damien. I should have dealt with him weeks ago. FUCK.?

I bark, “Someone trace the fucker’s phone, I want him alive.” I don’t address anyone specific; I just want it done. Now. I need her found and if anything happens to her, I will kill whoever who gets in my way.

A chorus of “Yes, boss,” fills the room and everyone stands and rushes toward the door. Two minutes it takes for the hacker to be brought in. I step over his shoulder Watching the screen hoping for answers. Then I pace. I should have put a tracker on her; it would have saved time. It’s something my father would do.?

All eyes are on me, waiting for my next command.Please be okay. I’m coming for you.

“Boss,” the hacker calls me over, and my head snaps toward him. “We have a location.”?

I start walking away, calling out, “Text it to me.” There is no time to waste.

As I reach my land rover, I vow that if she is hurt in any way, I’ll tear them apart, piece by piece. Then send their limbs to others as a warning.

But first, I need a way in and out with Amaia unharmed and in my arms.

We burst through the doors, firing out guns through the small foyer as we rush through to the great room. My men spread out and I duck behind a small fabric chair when a bullet grazes my arm. Ivan. He smirks, and I shoot him in the kneecaps before he runs away, he drops in front of the unlit fireplace.

I turn to one of my men and nod my head in Ivan’s direction. “Grab him. I want him alive.”?

As we shoot our way through, I notice Amaia isn’t down here, so I rush up the large staircase. Over the sound of gunshots, I hear her muffled screams. I don’t even think; I kick the door open and see that fucker Damien on top of her. A roar escapes my throat and I charge in toward him

I rip him back, smashing his head against the wall to knock him out. Blood drips down the side of his head, leaving a splatter of red against the soft pink walls.

“Amaia,” I murmur as I approach her. Her eyes are wide, her tear-streaked face not looking at me.

Someone passes me a key from the unconscious fucker, and I set her wrist free and cover the injury from where she had been pulling against it to get away. I help pull on her clothes and hold her to my chest, then shout out to my men to grab him too. She sobs against me, desperately holding onto my shirt.

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