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“Jealousy sounds good on you, sweetheart.”
“I am not fucking jealous! Fuck you! I’m pouring gasoline on your car and torching it. Once I’m done with this car, I’m going over to your house and torching the others. And then I’m going to—”
For my mother’s sake, I hang up through my phone before Anya can tell me she’ll put a bullet in my brain.
My mother’s absolutely shocked to the core. “That was her?” she asks almost breathlessly.
I crack a smile. “I might’ve upset her a little today. She’s a bit of the jealous type.”
“A bit?” My mother gulps.
“Michael, go to the Ivanov estate please. On the way, please drop my mother off.”
“She’s not really going to set your car on fire, is she?” my mother asks with a hand over her heart.
I casually shrug. “It’s been a rough day. We have a few trust issues at the moment.”
But at least I know how to provoke her so much that she’ll call me three times in one day.
My mother looks stricken with fear but attempts a fake smile.
Well, shit.
Michael drives me up Anya’s driveway after dropping my mother off. Her guards are out front, but I see no sign of her. One of them greets me as we park in front of her home.
Smoke is billowing on the front lawn from what appears to be one of my favorite cars up in flames.
“Tell her to get out here, now,” I demand.
“I’m sorry, sir. She requested you not enter the premises,” one of her men says. I don’t know or care which one he is.
“Get out here, Anya, before I break their legs!” I shout.
The front door flies open, and there she is, dressed in red, as usual. Her hair is pulled into a bun, as it always is, and her face is makeup free. She still looks like perfection… and royally pissed. She smiles evilly and flings my car keys in my direction. I snatch them out of the air.
I don’t even care about my car.
“As much as I like you livid like this and want to fuck you while the fire burns in your eyes, you’re acting like a psychopath right now.”
I knew it was a good call not to bring my mother around right now. Because the truth is, I fucking love the psycho in Anya.
“You like them old now?” Anya taunts. I try to hide my smile, because in a million years I didn’t believe Anya’s jealousy could be this unhinged.
“The woman you heard in the car is my mother.”
Anya doesn’t seem fazed. She just eyes me.
“I would like you to meet her.”
She scoffs. “I didn’t agree to meet your mother. Now, get the fuck off my property.” She turns and walks back inside, and her guards step in front of me, blocking my path to her, as she slams the door. I lick my lips. It’s obvious my little she-devil will have to be broken in other ways. I’m going to have to fuck the brat out of her. And I have every intention of breaking into her home tonight to do just that. Preferably after my mother falls asleep.
CHAPTER 39
Anya
Iwake to unusual noises, which is weird considering everyone in the house should be asleep. Sitting up in bed, I notice my bedroom door is open, and my men know not to enter without a knock.
I open the drawer of my bedside table and reach for the gun I have stored there, but before I can touch it, a hand covers mine and pulls it away.
