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It doesn’t make sense. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was one night. One single night.

My breath hitches, my free hand pressing against my stomach before I can stop myself.

There’s a life inside me. A piece of him.

My vision blurs, my mind spiraling, unraveling in all directions at once.

I have to tell him.

How? I don’t even know where he is. If he’d even care.

A sharp pain lances through my chest.

He isn’t the kind of man who settles down, who has a family, who holds a child in his arms and whispers soft words.

He’s a killer.

He’s dangerous.

He’s everything a father shouldn’t be.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but I can still see him. The sharp cut of his jaw. The cold calculation in his eyes.

A strangled sound leaves my throat.

I don’t want him to care.

My hand stays on my stomach.

I could have a piece of him forever.

9

IVAN

The moment I’m awake, I check the footage of her, spooling back to watch her starting her day. I couldn’t sleep last night, thoughts of her invading my mind every single time I closed my eyes. So I overslept this morning. But before I do anything else, I need to know she’s safe.

She’s moving through her tiny apartment, the security footage sharp, capturing every detail. She looks tired, sluggish. Too pale. I watch as she presses a hand to her stomach the moment she gets out of bed. Then she rushes into the bathroom, her body folding over.

Is she sick? Throwing up two days in a row.

She moves through her morning, dressing quickly, her fingers shaky as she buttons up her work uniform. She doesn’t eat. That irritates me more than it should.

Then she trips over something on the way to the door. The duffel bag she stole. Surprised she didn’t throw it out. The strap rips. Something flies out of it.

A small, silver object.

I go still. What is that?

She frowns, picking it up, turning it over in her fingers.

Then she plugs it into her laptop and everything makes sense. That’s what Vlad was bringing me. That’s what Darren was so desperate to retrieve. I don’t know what’s on it but I know men have died for it already. So that’s why Darren’s trying to track her down.

My breath slows. My body locks.

I lean closer to the screen, every muscle in my body wired, on the edge of snapping.

A slow, seething rage curls in my chest, dark and consuming. She has no idea the kind of problem she’s just stepped into.

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