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Open starting. "Who's the women's match?" I squinted at the TV. "It's Simone Halep vs. a new Russian girl, Baraskova, or something." Carrie was staring fixedly at the T.V. "She's not Russian. She's Ukranian. And she's amazing. Have you seen her play?" We both admitted we hadn't. "You're in for a treat."

“A person who lived in the past.” **** As soon as they were seated in their private jet, Isabella gazed at Mateo eagerly and with surprise. “Tell me about this woman,” she asked. Mateo responded with a nod as he swiped the tablet in front of him. “Her name is Anastasia Petrova. She spent time serving customers in the Krasnaia Zvezda bar, which was located in Moscow’s Red Square district.” Isabella grew more interested as her eyes widened. “How did she relate to Luca?”

The mist shifted, colder and heavier, and every sound seemed to drain out of the world. And suddenly, everything around seemed to still. Everything around seemed to lose. Whatever it held on to, whatever life or hope that it wanted to carry, it just stilled completely. And she was there. Tatiana. The one woman who had not spoken to me. The one woman who's been avoiding me because she knew that I was her daughter, but not only that, I was the flaw that she wanted to ignore. Maybe Delilah was someone that she wanted to hold on to. She wanted to embrace the power that Giovanni struck in her. But I was that flaw that she wanted to ignore. The flaw that reminded her of what true love was, what hu

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

“What is your ETA?” “My, my, aren’t we an anxious little Alpha.” I chuckle. And in reality she is little. At 5’2” it’s almost hard to believe she’s an Alpha. Up until you see her fight and then there’s not question that the woman is all Alpha. She uses her small stature to her advantage – because she’s small, she is quick and agile in a way that male Alphas generally aren’t. But beyond that, she is also a smart and strategic fighter. I’ve seen her take down some of the strongest warriors out there because she used her brains just as much her strength. Thinking of what a badass she is is only making me again wish that she were my fated mate.

It was time to take back everything that belonged to me. I was going to reintroduce myself to the world: Anya Vetrov, wife of the 52nd Don of the Moscow Bratva and CEO of the Sokolov Energiya Group. The world wasn’t ready for this Iron Lady, and neither were my enemies. The end!!

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

She blinked a few times just to be sure that Katia, Annalee, and Kira were really at her baby shower. Katia, the beautiful and limber Russian girl, the top earner at the Cobra Club. Blonde hair, innocent looking, and appeared several years younger than her true age of nineteen. That alone made her a valuable commodity at the club where she was known as Anastasia, the jewel of Russia.

Rita replied, sorting out the plates. “ That’s Rita, my cook. Rita, meet my eldest daughter, Alyona,” Xara introduced. “ Nice to meet you,” they both said at the same time. “ The pleasure’s mine, Rita; the food smells so good! I can't wait to dig in.” Alyona added “ I’ll soon be done,” “ How’s work and being in the spotlight?’ Xara teased her daughter as they left the kitchen. “ Work is good, and being in the spotlight is somewhat stressful. She groaned.

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