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“Say it,” he says again “Tell me I’m a cold-blooded ”

It’s not I clenchI thought shady business dealings involved handing money under the table to secure a few deals, not this Yet despite what he’s admitted, I can’t label the man who conquered my heart a monster The man orshippedforpsychopath

“What’s the ant smile, a flash of vulnerability passes over his face “If you can’t handle the truth, you shouldn’t have asked for it”

“Shouldn’t you have delivered him to the police?”

“Sometimes, my beautiful kiska, you can be so naïve” He leans down, resting one hand on the ar a curl behind my ear with the other “But that’s what I love about you”

“The police—”

“Are corrupt in htens “The bratva owns them”

“All of them?”

“Most of theents, not only reporting back to the underworld bosses but also conveniently losing evidence or witnesses”

My throat tightens “The police in the States—”

“The bratva has government officials from all over the world in its pockets So does every oes for successful Russian companies Connections are essential both for success and survival I don’t trust anyone but ain, resting his pal me between his arms “I killed that man not because he was a threat to me, but because he touched you And I’ll kill any other man who lays a hand on you I’ll kill any motherfucker who as much as tries Understand?”