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My lips stretch into a smile.

“I have to disarm your men” his voice is low, challenging.

I hummed, waving my hand for him to have at it, I moved to step forward but Ivan held out his arm in front of me.

I clear my throat, my polite smile dropping flat, the look I shoot him has him putting his arm down quickly.

Valentina’s man, Maxim, steps to the side, letting me walk through, Ivan and Rico coming in behind me.

Tilting my chin up, I follow where the sound of the voice came from, my heels clicking on the marble floors.

Valentine is sitting on her patio at the side of her house, overlooking a small garden. I step through the wide double doors, smoothing a hand over my hair, pulled back into a low ponytail, the ends of my hair sweeping over my spine as I walk.

I wonder where her other men are, seeing none of them around, this will be easier than I thought.

She is dressed in a soft blue sweater and a long cream coloured skirt, pearls at her throat and ears, and her ever pre