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Heat surges through my veins. “When?”

“Recently. I didn’t want to tell you because...” She meets my gaze. “I was afraid you’d kill him.”

“Don’t you want me to?”

“No!” She steps forward, placing her hand on my arm. “Not because I care about him, but because I don’t want you in trouble.”

I’m touched by that and left speechless for a second.

Jenny pulls out her phone with trembling fingers, navigating to her messages. She grimaces when she opens an image and hands the device to me.

I’m disgusted and enraged. The digitally altered photo shows Jenny bent over a foot-board, being fucked by Stephen while she’s clearly in pain. There’s a knife in his hand that he’s plunging into her chest. A message accompanies the grotesque image:“This is how I want to fuck you—making you bleed while I take what’s mine.”

Red clouds my vision. Every muscle in my body tenses with the primal urge to hunt down Stephen and tear him apart with my bare hands. Only Jenny’s presence keeps me from ordering an immediate hit. “When did he send this?” I ask, dangerously quiet.

“Two days ago.” Jenny wraps her arms around herself. “I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid you’d...” She trails off, looking up at me with those deep brown eyes.

“Kill him?” My lips curve into a cold smile. “Da.”

“Ivan.” She steps closer, placing her hand on my arm. The gentle touch grounds me, pulling me back from the edge of murderous rage. “I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.”

“You’re worth any trouble.” I cover her hand with mine. “Let me handle this,malyshka. Trust me.”

She studies my face for a long moment. “You’ll make sure he can never hurt me again?”

“I swear it.” The promise burns in my throat like vodka.

“Just...” She bites her lower lip. “Don’t get caught.”

A surprised laugh escapes me. This woman continues to amaze me. Instead of recoiling from my darkness, she accepts it—embraces it at times, even. “Is that concern I hear?”

“Maybe.” She rises on her tiptoes, pressing her soft lips against mine in a brief kiss that sets my blood on fire. “Be careful.”

I take her into my arms and just take her a few minutes later, once again reveling in her hot pussy wrapped around my bare cock, showing her just how uncareful I can be around her. It’s the only thing that keeps me from ordering every person under my command to stop what they’re doing, find Stephen, and bring him to me so I can give him a taste of the terror he’s inflicted on my Jenny.

When I get hold of him, it will be the last taste of anything he ever experiences.

CHAPTER 15

JENNY

Istand at my desk, drumming my fingers an impatient rhythm on the polished wood. The constant presence of bodyguards hovers at the edges of my awareness, a reminder of Ivan’s obsessive need to protect me. It’s been days since I told him about Stephen’s threats, and the suffocating security measures are starting to wear on my nerves.

I glance at the clock, sighing. Another hour until my next meeting. I debate stepping out for coffee, but the thought of Andre and Daniil shadowing my every move makes me reconsider. Instead, I turn to my computer, planning to lose myself in work.

A knock at the door interrupts my focus. “Come in,” I call, not bothering to look up from my screen.

“Ms. Graham?” It’s Daniil, his squat frame filling the doorway. “Mr. Markov requests your presence in his office.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Thank you, Daniil. I’ll be there shortly.”

He nods and retreats, leaving me to gather my thoughts. What does Ivan want now? More security protocols? Another lecture on staying safe?

I make my way to Ivan’s office, my heels clicking against the marble floors. The sound echoes in the eerily quiet hallway, reminding me how empty the building feels these days. Ivan’s paranoia has extended to the entire staff, with many working remotely.

I pause outside his door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

“Enter.”

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