Page 149 of Desperate People

And I swear to every god that ever existed—he’s not going to walk away.

Not after touching her.

Not after scaring her.

Not after daring to think she could ever belong to anyone but me.

He doesn’t know what he’s done.

But he’s about to learn.

Pain.

Terror.

And regret.

That’s what I’m bringing.

And when I’m done?

There won’t be enough left of him for even the goddamn rats.

Forcing myself to learn everything I can from the security feed, I continue to watch.

Every inch of me goes still, then tightens with lethal intent.

“We got him,” I say, standing so fast the chair crashes behind me.

The others know. They feel it in the air. The room shifts.

The Volkovs are already moving.

Destiny is wailing somewhere in the background.

Nico Jr. is flexing his fists.

Marat grinds his teeth so hard I swear I hear enamel snap.

“Send the address to everyone,” Adrik mutters, already checking his weapon.

Sleek Glock. Muffled click. No hesitation.

He’s a goddamn executioner in tailored slacks.

“Nobody touches him but me,” I growl.

We load up.

Multiple cars.

Coordinated as fuck.

Behind me, I know they’re there. The Volkov Clan. The family.

My family now.

Andres and Sammy Ramirez, the Fury boys, my cousin Connor, Liam, Onyx and my guys.

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