Page 8 of Sinister Promise

"There is no place you can hide, Mary. Or should I say Alina?"

My body jolted.

He knew my real name.

Worse than that, he knew I'd lied to him before.

He paused, and the air shifted to something less playful and far more sinister. "Come out. Now. Before you make me angry."

There was no escape.

There was never an escape.

Even if I had gotten out of the building, he would have found me.

Trapped, I was as good as dead.

CHAPTER 3

PAVEL

It looked like more than one person was going to die tonight.

I'd given explicit orders.

This office building was supposed to be empty.

Not a single soul inside.

No external security, no late-night meetings or ambitious new hires burning the midnight oil to prove themselves.

And no cleaners.

That was why I had scheduled this meeting for midnight.

It was the dead of night, shrouded in complete darkness, away from prying eyes.

It had taken me weeks to get everything set up.

There were supposed to be no interruptions, no mistakes.

Everything was riding on this one night. And since neither Gregor nor Artem had any idea what the fuck I was doing, it had to be flawless.

Yet here she was, the sweet kitten who had been avoiding me for weeks.

Putting everything, including her life, in danger.

She thought I hadn't noticed her all this time. But I had. Oh, I definitely had.

The first time I saw her, down on her hands and knees, still haunted my dreams.

Did she not know the way her pants hugged her ass made every man want to bend her over and fuck her?

For weeks, I'd watched her from the shadows as she cleaned, gliding through the offices like a ghost, quiet and efficient. Always so careful not to disturb anything, not to be seen.

The woman practically dripped sex appeal.

From the way she bit her lip in concentration, to how she moved with a silent grace, unaware of the attention she drew.

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