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A nagging feeling had settled into my system.
My father had left me a message ensuring I was coming home. My mother had taken a turn for the worse.
Sitting back in the chair, I continued stroking Golden’s fur. “What do you think, baby girl? Should I risk everything to find out if we’re right?”
The way her tail thumped against the leg of the chair meant she was totally on board. Good. Because I wasn’t entirely certain I could back away now.
Seconds later, I moved toward the window, staring out as the afternoon light began to fall. There was someone standing across the street. I was certain it was a male and Kazimir’s height.
Plus, I’d felt as if I was being watched earlier. As if the man had placed cameras in my apartment. Maybe I was making something out of nothing, but…
What if I wasn’t?
I pressed my hand on the glass, the ache I thought I’d never experience again furrowing in my pussy. My skin was hot to the touch, my pulse racing.
I knew exactly who would follow me.
At least in the capacity of ensuring I was safe.
The connection we’d shared was much stronger than before.
Kazimir had killed for me and he would do so again.
In truth? I was thrilled the lengths he would go to.
What would happen when he learned the truth about all those years ago? What then?
Would I become the object of his rage?
I closed my eyes, envisioning his face, still able to feel his sensuous touch and knowing in my heart the horrible consequences I would face.
CHAPTER 21
Kazimir
Violence.
Bloodshed.
Sex.
They were three words frequently used when mentioning the Chertov Empire.
I added another one.
Lust.
The word was one I’d learned early in life. My father had sat me down in a big leather chair opposite him, giving me what he thought was my first taste of expensive vodka. It hadn’t been. I’d snuck into his office on several occasions, finally paying an older soldier to buy me liquor.
Pops had proceeded to talk about lust and how it affected the mental and emotional state of a young man.
Not in good ways.
I’d laughed at him, telling him I was in control.
Then the first girl had waltzed into my life and I’d almost gotten killed in the process.
Obsession was as dangerous within business as rage or indifference. Yet on this night, after noticing she’d left her apartment in a sexy little dress, all I’d been able to think about was touching her.
