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“You’re a sick psychopath, Shade! Why the hell did you drug us?”“You’re not listening,” he wipes blood from his lip and keeps grinning smugly. “I’m telling you, the girl ran away twice. She booked me, paid the money, and when it came down to business, she backed out and ran off every time. You could say I was doing her a favor—wanted to help her relax so she wouldn’t waste her money and actually get what she came for. Honestly, I thought it’d be another round of useless talking, so I sent you. Who knew you’d be faster than me and get into her panties on the first try,” that nasty laugh again—and we start pounding each other in silence.For a while we beat the hell out of each other with a kind of fury. I really did let my demon out—the one that had been locked away for a very long time. Each of us was taking revenge for something and venting our frustrations in our own way, along with certain personal grudges and all the things left unsaid. In the end, exhausted, we collapsed onto th

Look how nervous she is! Apparently she’s afraid I’ll tell her fling how his girl likes to pick up boys with no strings attached just for fun.How many of them has she had after me already?!The sense of ownership started twisting my soul from the inside. This girl will be the perfect replacement for Mila, except that in my absence no one will be tossing their balls at her — I’ll take care of that too. It’s enough to pay a bit more than usual, and she’ll put on a chastity belt in no time. It’ll give me a reason to visit my brother in Kremenchuk more often.I realize this evening is no longer boring and tiresome for me, so I go to greet all the necessary acquaintances. The sooner I get through the tedious politeness rules at events like this, the quicker I can catch my golden fish.At an accelerated pace, I go around all the important acquaintances and my father, all the while glancing toward my stranger, and I realize that my politeness plans will have to be cancelled — because neithe

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 ne

I could see that arguing was pointless. Judging by the men’s appearance, I understood that they would do as they were told by any means necessary. Reluctantly, we handed over the remaining bags and got into the huge SUV. There was plenty of space in the back, but we held the children in our arms—the anxiety didn’t leave us. One giant took the wheel, the other sat in the front passenger seat.A bad premonition surged quickly and stronger up my throat. And when I saw that on the highway we were turning not toward the city but in the completely opposite direction, real panic set in."Where are we going?" I demanded, but my voice betrayed me, quivering pitifully. "Our house is in the other direction.""I never said we were taking you to your address. We have our own," replied, apparently the leader of the two.It felt completely awful, terrifying to the core. Valentina went pale too, and we realized we were in deep trouble."This is a kidnapping!" I protested, but I fully understood that

A few days earlier. Office of Oleg YartsevEngrossed in several folders of papers about upcoming deals, Oleg Yartsev didn’t immediately notice someone knocking at the door and entering."Nikolai?" the office owner was surprised, leaning back in his chair. "What brings you here? And without warning, too.""I decided to come by personally and bring the contract for signing," Koshev walked suspiciously pleased through the office and sat in the chair opposite Yartsev. He had a folder in his hands and handed it to his interlocutor."I don’t remember us preparing any joint contracts," Oleg looked mockingly at the man. "Cooperation with your company has become painfully unprofitable, so I can’t promise anything. You know that our business is business, nothing personal," said Yartsev Sr., opening the documents and beginning to study them."And we were close once… Especially with Varvara," Nikolai touched a sore spot, and Yartsev glared furiously at his former friend."Don’t you dare mention h