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“But why you?” I say, forcing the words through the tears “And hy risk your whole organization for it, you crazy fuck?”

“The wrong people heard the wrong things If word gets out that Andrei the Wolf cannot protect his belongings, who’s to stop people fro to take them? It is a hard time for the Bratva It was this—or war Now it seems it may be both”

“But why you?” I growl, stalking forward, wanting to punch hi in Moscow …”

“I am Moscow,” Andrei snarls “Any promises made on her concrete are owed to me”

“You’re nothing now,” Darowls “Popstar, what do you want me to do with him?”

A sick agreee

And because of soo after me

Life is a fucking joke, but I’ every part of me I look at my man, his face flecked with droplets of blood, his eyes cold and supportive and his silver hair dotted with the crimson of combat

“Let the police have him,” I say

“They’ll be here any second,” Daht outside the roo the other rooms quietly”

“But you forgot who you were dealing with,” I hiss, looking this psychopath straight in the eye “You were dealing with Da Drake, and my man is the best in the business”

Da at me warmly for a moment

“That’s daht,” he says

“Police! Police!”

The door crashes open and Da hiuides us all to the ensuite

“We’ll wait here,” he says “When they coate the bedroom, I’ll explain the situation Hold on It’s almost over”

I clutch onto his strong back, the firmness that feels like home

I don’t care if my family held such an evil secret

Because I’ve got a new family now

Chapter Twenty-Five

Damian

The governround dusty despite the time of year We’re in California and the late afternoon sun is shining Sparky sits perked up on the porch beside s a soft song as she does it

It’s been one week since that shit in the hotel and I’m ready to move on