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Smirking at having already discovered who he was and where I could find him, I printed out his photographs and the other ones of his family and then snuggled back down in bed to study them.

They were a good-looking family, but Miki was the sexiest, with his dark hair and beard. Call me a cliché, but I had a thing for guys that were not only tall, dark and handsome but had beards and tattoos.

I’d been drawn to the man from the moment I had sniffed his scent in the stairwell of Mathieson’s building. However, after our amazing sex, and now studying his gorgeous features, well, I had to say; I was well and truly infatuated with the guy.

It had happened so fast, and might not be love exactly, but it was definitely more than mere lust. I wasn’t a great believer in love at first sight, or in this case, first sniff. That sort of thing was only for books.

However, I couldn’t get him out of my head, and it definitely bordered on obsession. I had the distinct feeling that meeting Mr Sexy Lips was going to have a profound effect on my future, and I wasn’t sure I liked that.

Staring at his image again, I had to admit; he was gorgeous and obviously rich. I doubted I could do better. The only problem I could see with this infatuation was the fact that we so obviously came from different worlds. Miles apart in so many ways. Could this thing between us really bridge that gap?

Who knew?

With everything else I had to deal with, I didn’t want to think about it anymore. A sense of inevitability washed over me again and I sighed. Whatever was going to happen between Miki and me, fate could decide.

CHAPTER 14

MIKI

A FEW DAYS LATER – THE REASON FOR THE VENDETTA

Marko had come up with more information on Mathieson and we’d been monitoring the bugger since. I now knew exactly who he was and his link to my family.

The reason behind his vendetta with my family was simple; my father had been the one behind his father’s downfall.

Why he had also targeted Glowacki, we still hadn’t found out. It might simply have been because of our alliance, but no doubt all would be revealed, eventually.

When we’d moved to the UK, and my dad tried to establish himself as pakhan here, he had trouble with a local gang funded by a corrupt banker. As the banker was so prominent, instead of having him killed, my dad anonymously ensured that the local police discovered evidence of his corporate corruption. He’d later been jailed for fraud and embezzlement around twenty years ago and had committed suicide in jail.

Aiden Mathieson, also known as Simon Aiden Hughes, was the banker’s son.

After the scandal of his father’s incarceration, Simon, his mother, and sixteen-year-old sister had left London and changed their names to Mathieson to escape the paparazzi.

They had gone from being a wealthy family to barely getting by. His mother suffered from depression after that and eventually she took her own life too, leaving Mathieson to look after his sister while working and studying law. At some point, he had obviously found out about my dad’s involvement and held a grudge.

In other circumstances, I would probably have felt sorry for Mathieson. He and his family were collateral damage in a war neither of us was a part of.

However, my father was dead now and instead of Mathieson’s grudge dying with him, he’d transferred it to the rest of my family. And for that, there was no excuse.

The worst thing was, he had given the go-ahead to kill my beautiful sister. A woman innocent of any wrongdoing and undeserving of his ire or the suffering he inadvertently caused.

Of course, the arseholes who murdered her might have done so anyway, but Mathieson ensured it. Any possibility of sympathy died with that thought.

The fucker should have let bygones be bygones and left us the hell alone. My hands itched to do the guy some damage, and I growled in frustration.

It pissed me off I had to wait, but, like his father before him, he was too prominent a figure to just kill. And like my father before me, I needed to come up with a plan for his demise that didn’t come back to haunt me.

There was no way I would risk his death causing any more suffering for me or mine.

So, I’d wait, and I’d plan. Then when the time came to deal with him, I’d make sure he suffered dearly for every one of his crimes against us, but especially for Krissa’s death.

Of course, in order to do that, I needed to formulate my plan. I was usually good at that, but I was currently finding it difficult, as I kept getting distracted by one sexy little police detective. Little Miss Red was proving to be more than a passing fancy.

It had been a few days since we’d been together, but she was never far from my mind. Like a phantom, she haunted my dreams, and every waking moment was filled with thoughts of her. No matter how I tried, I could not get her out of my head.

Every time she entered my mind, my body reacted with lust. It was driving me mad. My bloody cock had remained at half mast as if in mourning of her pussy since I’d left her bedroom and no matter how I tried, no amount of DIY could fix the problem.

There was no denying it. I had to see her again.

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