Page 40 of Fierce Pursuit

Then, she was running.

Running from me.

I chased her, calling her name, pushing harder and harder, but no matter how fast I moved, she kept slipping further and further away.

Then she stopped.

The wind whipped her long blonde hair around her face as she turned, opened her mouth?—

And then Solovyov appeared behind her.

Gun raised.

One shot.

A sick, crimson heart formed over her chest.

No…not a heart…a bloodstain.

She fell.

Her lifeless body hit the ground, blood soaking the earth beneath her, then Solovyov turned to me with that fucking grin. His teeth bloody as he sneered, "You never deserved either of them. Anything you want, I'll take. Just because I can."

My eyes snapped open.

My pulse pounded against my skull, my breath ragged.

Laughter.

Behind me.

Mocking.

Fucking fantastic.

Var’s boot nudged me in the ribs before he crouched in front of me, grinning. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“Cut me loose.” My jaw clenched as I forced back the lingering terror of my dream.

I was going to need this rage.

“When you called, I thought you were just fucking with me.” Var smirked.

The laughter behind him doubled as Mac entered. “So I guess getting hit on the head by little girls runs in the Ivanov family?”

He’s referring to my cousin Damien’s early encounters with his now wife, Yelena. Cute.

I curled my fingers into fists, my muscles screaming from how long I’d been bound. The second I was free, I was punching someone in the face. “Fuck you, get me out of here.”

“So… how many were there?” asked Anton.

Was this night ever going to end?

“Just cut me free,” I ground out, ignoring the way my face burned from the humiliation.

Marina was going to pay for this.

She was going to fucking scream for this as I spanked her ass red. Then fucked her pussy raw.

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