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What’s she yelling about? We’ll drop by a pharmacy, buy whatever’s needed, no big deal! Modern medicine has made incredible progress in this matter.

I felt good, she felt good. This has already happened between us more than once — I don’t get why she’s acting up again. I told her we’d continue on my territory, but she told me to go to hell.

“You’ll go, like a good girl. We’ll continue there, and then we’ll talk,” I growl at the stubbornly proud little thing. Too late to play hard‑to‑get and back out. I grab the girl closer and feel that strength has already returned to my insatiable organ. Oh, baby, we have so much ahead of us — you’ll be blown away! And I’m not letting my little bird go… at least not until I get bored, of course.

“Vicky, I wasn’t asking. You got under my skin — now deal with the consequences. You’ll be where I tell you to be and do what—”

The bitch didn’t let me finish, smashing a lamp over my head! Where the hell is that even seen?!

“Bitch!” I snarl, clutching my neck and ear.

She didn’t knock me out, but she disoriented me nicely, and for the umpteenth time ran off! Hit me without mercy. Blood‑thirsty little thing! My ears are ringing, stars in my eyes — but I’m not letting her get away.

Gathering the cards back into the deck, I burst out of the library, hunting for the little brat. I decide to intercept the runaway outside, but I don’t make it. Arm‑in‑arm with that little punk, she heads quickly toward the parked taxis.

Turning around, I see fear in the golden‑haired girl’s eyes — however, her pride wins, and the bitch sends me to hell once again with a gesture.

Well, darling! I’ll find you! I’ll find you and you’ll pay for everything! You won’t be able to walk for your nasty defiance!

While I was standing there, promising my golden‑haired girl all the heavenly punishments, Mila found me.

“Darling, you’re here?” the brunette purred contentedly, coming dangerously close. “Maybe we could slip away somewhere cozy around here?”

Mila whispered in a playful tone into my hurting ear and even licked it. She wrapped her hands around me from behind and tried to slip under my shirt, but I stopped her. For some reason, that move disgusted me and triggered a wave of aggression. I didn’t want her touching me — it felt gross.

“We’re leaving,” I inform her irritably, not even looking at the brunette, and Mila smiles happily, already anticipating the upcoming night. “Separately.”

Her playful mood instantly turns into clear confusion. Blinking a couple of times and opening her mouth, the brunette doesn’t immediately find what to say.

“What do you mean, separately?” — stupid, useless hen! I hate dumb chicks.

“Exactly what I said. You’re going home, and I’m going home,” I start descending the stairs, and the girl barely keeps up with me.

“But I thought we were going to have some fun tonight,” Mila doesn’t understand, pouting her lips.

“No, we’re not having fun anymore,” I start getting even angrier as we approach the taxi.

“You found someone else?” the brunette asks, hurt.

“Yes, I did,” — I’ll find Vicky anyway. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re neither offended nor deprived. So, no hard feelings,” I cut her off, seating the girl in the taxi.

“If anything, stay in touch,” the stubborn one muttered, and I just rolled my eyes. Some people don’t understand refusals.

On the way home, I called Mikhail and again gave orders to find Vicky. Now I had her name and the camera footage, which wouldn’t be difficult for my bodyguard to get.

The next day, I already knew that the guy’s name was Danil Koshev and that he was the son of one of our old partners. An athlete, a coach, and just starting to get involved in his father’s business.

There was still no information about Vicky. Apparently, she was his girlfriend. Danil was being watched, but he no longer had contact with the girl, and after a few days he left for some competitions.

That pissed me off, because I can’t stand waiting.

While my search was ongoing, one evening my father called me. He was beside himself with rage, which was pretty rare. In a harsh, commanding tone, he ordered both me and Nazar to come to him immediately. He didn’t reveal what it was about, only saying he would deal with us personally tomorrow.

What could have made him so furious, only God knows, but from the tone and the swearing, one thing was clear — something serious had happened.