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I retorted, forced to the front of the couch when he stepped around it. “I’msure it’ll be different than your experiences with pampered college boys.” Frustration tunneled beneath my skin. That was the exact thought that led me into D’yavol’s arms, putting me in a position to be circling a couch to stay away fromhim. “Ivan isn’t a college boy.” There Madame Richie went again, throwing Ivan under the bus. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he braced his hands on the back of the couch. “Maybe not, but he is a pussy.”

Ivan pulled out his wine canteen and poured it over the couch and the curtains. “Throw the bitch in the trunk. I’m gonna have some fun tonight!” Ivan said as he walked to the door. He abruptly stopped and looked back at Adam bleeding on the floor. He looked at him for a moment then shrugged. “Let the suka burn!” He added and caressed his jaw that had started to swell. He flicked the almost finished cigarette at the couch and it caught fire immediately. The men picked Jessica up and tossed her in the trunk of the limo. They vanished just as abruptly as they had appeared.

The book reverts back to third person. “…..I need to be stronger…” Ivan said, his heart bitter and disheartened. Greed had never controlled him. He hoped to be a king neither horrid nor incompetent but a king able to manage his kingdom well and to live a happy life with his wife, one whom he could respect as a human being, if not love. But… did he hope for too much? A soft hiccup snapped Ivan from his whimsical thoughts. He turned his head and saw a little girl. Tears fell from her cheek and she wiped it roughly with her sleeves. She looked distracted, thus failing to take notice of his presence.

Ivan sat at the head of the room, a stern expression on his face, his eyes clouded with emotion. He pulled out a black book and dropped it on the table, "Go through it," he said, his voice cold and detached, yet trembling with emotion. Anastasia, Valerie, and Ariana all went through it, their faces growing paler with each passing moment. They were shocked and speechless, unable to comprehend the contents of the book.

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 31: if you need help, I’m just a door away; you are welcome at my place . For those who couldn't read the last chapter, Ivan went home to his parents yelling at him for being late, then they notice he has hickeys and cum on his shirt so they start hitting him pretty harshly when they understand he's had sex with another guy. Ivan’s mother bit her nail as she slowly drank her warm tea.

Ivan’s eyes seem to gleam with lust as he looks at me, and that just makes me want to kill the fucker even more. “Kaius’ little whore can fight,” he says and chuckles. “I knew I should have done my research on you.” “That would have saved you from being killed by me,” I say with a smile, and something else sticks out to me… Ivan has a fucking Russian accent. “Bratva?” His grin drops, and his eyes fill with fury. “Don’t you dare lump me in with those fuckers. The Baranovs took what was rightfully mine and—”

We sent Ivy back to the packhouse to warn everyone and possibly get the pups and families in safety before the war begins. Ivan climbed the stairs, pushing the bar open but that was locked as well. Of course, it would be locked though I don't understand who would wanna steal books? Who will actually steal a maths book and study that? If for burning them, then I guess yeah. "Bash it open," I suggested, shrugging again. "That would be against the rules." Ivan reprimanded. I groaned, wanting to rip my hair out. "We just broke inside the school. We already broke that rule so open the dang door."

Still wrong. Same faces. Same agelessness. Still no explanation. I scanned the room, looking for clues—books left open, family records, anything. My fingers trailed over leather-bound volumes until one stopped me cold. A journal. No name. The handwriting inside was precise, almost surgically neat. “Spring. Ivan says the villagers are restless again. He won't move. Always refuses to leave this place, even as it eats him. The others follow him out of loyalty—or fear.” I flipped forward.

I looked at Dante who was tied up in the chair as he struggled to free himself and here I was tied to a pillar. "What do you call yourself again? yes I remember Dante Garvino" Ivan mocked " Forget about settling your scores with me I'll make sure you don't get out alive, because of you I have had to endure a whole lot so you need to bow down and apologise to me" he demanded

Ivan just raised his arm slightly higher, putting the book out of Todd's reach. He withdrew his hand, lips pressed together in annoyance, "Give it back." "Answer a few questions for me first,” Ivan said, casually opening the book, “What constitutes a logical fallacy?" Todd's face was a mask of composure. He really didn't want to answer this man's questions. But he knew that without replying, his beloved book would remain out of reach tonight. He had just come across an intriguing logic problem in the book and was eager to read the analysis.