LOGINThey say the Volkov Bratva doesn't forgive. And don't forget. Or let go. I didn't believe them. Not until I woke up in a stranger's bed with his teeth marks on my neck and a sticky note that read "Tell anyone, and I'll find you." The stranger turned out to be my ex-husband's uncle. The uncle turned out to be the most dangerous mafia don in Europe. And the one-night stand I thought would save me? It was a trap he'd been setting for two years. Now I'm locked in his compound, wearing his ring, carrying a baby that might be his — or might be the one thing he can never forgive. My ex-husband wants me destroyed. My sister wants my life. My husband's enemies want me dead. And Dimitri Volkov? He wants me on my knees. He says he'll protect me. He says he'll kill for me. He says he'll burn the world down and smile while it burns. But he never said he loved me. And I'm starting to realize that's the most dangerous thing of all. Because when a man like Dimitri Volkov doesn't say he loves you... It's because he's already decided you belong to him forever. And forever, in his world, is a very long time to be wanted.
View MoreBRENDAWe walked in silence. His hand stayed at the small of my back the entire way to his hotel.The hotel lobby had marble floors and sparkling lighting and staff who appeared when needed and disappeared when not. Inside he stood beside me without touching me and somehow that was worse because I thought once we were inside, he would take all of me.But he didn't immediately. He crossed to the lamp on the far side of the room and clicked it on. Low amber light fell across dark sheets and made the whole space feel sealed off from the rest of the world.I stood in the middle of the room. He turned to face me, watching me. His eyes moved over my face slowly and he frowned.Not at me. His gaze was on my nose. "Your nose," he said.I blinked. "What about it?""It looks—" He stopped. Tilted his head slightly. "Never mind."My hand flew to my face.I turned toward the mirror above the dresser and my stomach upside down.My nose was bigger than when I left Riley's apartment. Not dramatica
BRENDARiley screamed."Riley—""YOUR SISTER?" She was on her feet now, pacing, her hands doing that thing they did when she was too angry for her body to contain it. "YOUR SISTER, BRENDA? IN YOUR BED? ON YOUR ANNIVERSARY?""Yes.""I will kill her." She grabbed her keys from the counter. "I will go there right now and I will—""Riley." I stepped in front of her. Both hands on her shoulders. "Stop.""Move.""Stop."She tried to go around me. I held firm. We did this for fifteen seconds before she ran out of momentum and stood there shaking with her keys in her fist and her eyes bright with fury.I steered her back to the couch.She sat down hard."Six months," she hissed."Yes.""Six months and you had no idea.""No."She looked at the ceiling. Then back at me. "Brenda, I have been telling you about that mudafucker for three years. Three years of me saying something is wrong and you defending him.""I know.""I told you he was lying about the late nights. I told you Sophia looked at hi
BRENDAI had two choices. Stand here and cry. Or make them pay.I chose the second one.I set the champagne down on the counter. Picked up my phone and opened the camera to check that the cloud backup was on. I created a new email address that Alexandre had never seen. I forwarded the backup confirmation to it.From upstairs I could hear them—the sounds I had buried for three years. The sounds I had explained away and forgiven until my husband smiled at me through a cracked windshield and my baby stopped kicking.Never again. I climbed the stairs.The bedroom door was slightly open. I stood outside it for one second. I let myself feel the incoming pain of what was on the other side — not the shock of the first time, not the naive devastation of a woman who had not seen it coming, but one of an angry, aggrieved woman.I pushed the door open with my legs and just like before Alexandre was in our bed with Sophia underneath him.They kept moving while looking straight at me. Same as be
~BRENDA~“Where can we hide her body after we kill her?”My sister’s voice drifted through the trees, calm and casual, as though she were discussing nothing more important than the weather.I stopped walking to pay attention, wondering what they could be talking about. The trail had narrowed, and I had fallen behind to catch my breath, eight months pregnant, my ankles were badly swollen, and every step sent a dull, throbbing ache up through my calves.The camping trip had been Sophia’s idea. She had begged for weeks, promising that the fresh air would be good for the baby. She complained about how Alexandre had never really spent time with nature, and how it would be fun for all of us.With how she begged, one would think Alexandre was her husband and not mine.I had taken leave from work, packed all the bags while they lounged around doing nothing, I even made the sandwiches, and sat in the backseat of my own car while my sister rode with her hand resting comfortably on my husband’
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