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I intentionally drive slowly because the other alternative is that I am going to be screaming and tire screeching around corners and letting my aggression out on the road. But I can’t do that I would prefer to arrive at the house in a much calmer state. There is no reason for Jade to see me like this.

I open all of the windows and let the cold air rush through the car in an attempt to drag my annoyance away with it. Itdoesn’t really work but the discomfort of the cold is a distraction from my foul mood, at least for a moment.

I might almost have been ok when I walked into the house if one of the guards hadn’t come up to me almost immediately to tell me that the woman staying with me managed to sneak out.

It’s not like she was a prisoner here, but why the fuck would she leave knowing she was putting herself in danger?

“When?” I snarl, all of my anger and more returning in a flash.

“We noticed she was gone about thirty minutes ago, sir. “

“Son of a bitch—“ I growl, storming back towards my car.

Jade is a civilian, there aren’t very many places she would have gone to if she left. I did my research on her like I told Renat earlier and the only place I can imagine her going is back to her own apartment.

I’m back in my car, this time driving like a maniac. The tires are screeching around corners and the adrenalin pumping through me is like liquid fire, pushing me forward, threatening to explode at any moment.

Why the fuck did she leave?

What if something happens to her?

Is this because I kissed her? Did I push her away and make her feel unsafe? I’m such a fucking asshole for doing that to her. I told myself not to, but I still fucking did it.

Her apartment isn’t far from the city center and I arrive relatively quickly. My heart is racing a million miles an hour when I park the car and climb out, all but running towards her building.

I pause mid stride, seeing Jade walking out of the entrance and stepping onto the street. She looks left and right, appearing calm and confident in her movements. Her head held high, but her face scrunched as though something has annoyed the hell out of her. She still looks in control though. Not fearful or trembling like she was when I first found her.

She turns towards one of my cars, the one she must haveborrowedin her escape. Behind her I see men I recognize as Bratva. Mafia.

It must be the Enzos.

They are closing in and in a split second I know this is an ambush. They are about to try and grab her. I start running, my body is heavy with panic. I have to save her. I can’t let anything happen to her. They are so much closer to her than I am. Fuck. This is bad.

She left the safety of my mansion because of me and now I’ve put her out in the open—in danger.

Chapter 7 - Jade

I can’t believe Arkady could be so reckless. Again. He never seems to be able to keep his shit together long enough to stay out of trouble.

I got the call early this morning from him. My brother begging for help and telling me he can’t get hold of Malkov or Amber. He fucking knows I’m undercover and it’s amassiverisk for me to even be talking to him, yet hestillgot himself into shit and didn’t give two thoughts for how it affected everyone else.

He messed with some low level Bratva assholes, a small group who he did a bad deal with and now they are after him. In the bigger picture, they are nothing. Malkov could wipe them off the map with one swipe of his hand. Why the hell Arkady was even dealing with them is a mystery to me, but now I’m stuck fixing this.

The last thing I wanted to do was leave Radmir’s place.

It looks bad if he finds out and I’ll have to come up with a good cover story. But I got the cash from my apartment and gave it to Arkady, and he can sort his shit out and stop messing up other people’s plans.

I’m angry when I step out of my apartment building. Angry and relieved that it was something quick and relatively easy to sort out with my idiot brother. But now I need to hurry and get back to the mansion before Radmir knows I ever left.

I scrunch my face in annoyance as I hurry towards his Lexus that I had to secretly borrow. My heart is pounding in my chest. I am sick with nervous tension. All I want to do is teleport back into the house and just be there already. Dammit, Arkady. You really are an idiot.

I walk quickly, not paying much attention to my surroundings because I’m anxious to get back.

That’s when I feel someone grab me from behind.

I spin to face the person and my heart sinks. It’s the Bratva group Arkady messed with. Four men have surrounded me, and they are all grabbing at me, pulling and tugging and dragging me towards a side street where I know they will throw me into a van, or simply kill me on the sidewalk.

I scream at the top of my lungs. Kicking one of them in the face with my red high-top sneaker. He lets out an angry ‘umph.’ And then tries to throw a punch at me, but I manage to duck, and he ends up punching his friend.

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