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“I understand she has her estate, but I refuse to hide out like a cowering fool. It’s been a week and I have done my mourning. It’s time that I strike back. The longer I wait ,the more chance they have of getting away. Blood was spilled, so blood is owed.”
‘I won’t allow you to aggravate the Russians further in your quest for revenge. I’m sorry a soldier of yours died, but he was—…”
“Murdered.” His voice was as hard as cold steel. “Danny was murdered in cold blood, because of what your goddaughter did. She had my warehouse blown up because she was throwing a bloody temper tantrum.”
My jaw locked in place. There was a part of me that did feel at fault for what had happened to this Danny guy. But I also knew that I was not the one who had made him seek out Boris of all people. He had been over-ambitious and stupid to think that he could take on Vladimir’s second. The man had been known as the reaper for a reason. He collected souls.
“I know what she did was rash, but you had also crossed a line with her. I warned you about stepping on her toes when you first came to meet with me. She is not like other women in this world. She was raised to be stronger than the most calloused of men. And her bite has been sharpened over the years from the darkness she had to become. You should count yourself lucky she didn’t cut off your dick.”
There was a muffled grumble that I couldn’t quite make out from here.
“I don’t care for your words, Dimitri. She is my wife, and I head our family now. What I say is law when it comes to my family, and I will be taking her with me to Manhattan. And she will stay there with me in my penthouse until I can get Boris and his men under control.”
There was a loud bang of what sounded to be a hand coming in contact with the table.
“I will not allow you to put her life in danger. Those idiots are roaming around somewhere, plotting and planning. I gave you her hand in marriage to protect her, not to drag her deeper in with those monsters.”
I heard a scoff. “Monsters? Are you forgetting the brutality of your former friend? Need I remind you the reason she is even in this mess is because of her father? He was the power-hungry fool who could not—”
I barged through the door like a raging bull. My eyes found my husband, who sat on the armchair opposite my uncle. They both had glasses of scotch in hand and matching expressions of shock.
Andres was the first to recover. “If it isn’t the woman of the hour.”
I could take his harsh and blunt words, but I refused for him to slander my father’s name. He had built his legacy on honor and resilience. It was what set him apart from the likes of his father.
“You’ve been gone.” My vocal cords tightened, the edge to my voice sharp and piercing. “Welcome back.”
“I had urgent matters to attend to, as you know. You were the one who set off the chain reaction of tragedy that momentarily fell upon my men.”
I balled my fists at my side. “Uncle, give me a moment with my husband, please.”
In my peripheral vision, I saw Dimitri get up. He walked over to me and kissed the side of my head. He lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered so that I was the only one who could hear. “Don't be drastic.” And with that, he left.
I stood there facing my husband, who looked far too comfortable in that seat. It irked me how calm and relaxed he was. I had thought that in his absence I would find some kind of solace, but instead, I had found myself thinking of him and wondering what he was up to and where he was.
“I’m not moving to Manhattan. I conduct all my business in Brooklyn, you knew this before we got married.” I jutted my chin out in defiance. “And I don’t hide. I could give a rat’s ass if Boris wants to kill me. I have never hidden a day in my life since taking my role as Head of the Syndicate, and just because I married you, I don’t intend on starting now.”
He sipped on his scotch, staring at me over the rim of his glass. He swallowed the bitter liquor, all the while holding eye contact.
A low buzz moved through my core, and I was reminded of the things that mouth had done to me the night of our wedding. The way his tongue had darted out and licked up my wetness… I was horny for him all over again.
This had been yet another source of my frustrations. How could I crave a man I hated with every fiber of my being?
One side of his lips tilted upward into a knowing smirk, as if he could hear my internal thoughts. He set the glass down and stood to his full height. Even in my heels, the man still towered over me.
“I’m not asking your permission, bruja.” He stalked toward me like the predator he was. But little did he know that the lion was simply a figurehead. It was the lioness who truly ruled.
“Bruja?” I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. “You think I’m a witch?”
The black in his eyes dilated, and his gaze darkened. “I know you’re one, because it seems you have bewitched me.”
My heart jumped in my chest as he drew closer. His familiar scent of leather and spice filled my nostrils, and all my senses went into overdrive.
“Bewitched you?”
He hooked his finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. “I can't seem to get the taste and feel of you out of my head. So, tell me, wife, what spell did you cast on me to have my cock hard every time I think of those plump little lips of yours around it?”
My breath caught in my lungs.
