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Why the fuck am I at the end?
Niko
Because B is an ugly letter.
Ben
Yeah, like Z is any better.
Just as Elijah returned with our food and set it on the bed, I showed him the group messages, trying to hide my laughter. He grabbed his phone, and a new response popped up.
Elijah
You’re ugly, Ben. Z is beautiful.
Ben
Yeah, whatever. Where’s my Pakhan? Who’s this lovesick man? I’m sick of it.
I laughed and looped my arm through Elijah’s, glancing at him with a mischievous grin. We snapped a picture together, him holding me close, and I sent it with the text:
Me
My man, my Pakhan. Go away, Benny.
Elijah smiled and kissed my forehead. “That’s my girl,” he whispered.
He tucked his phone away, and I followed suit, ignoring the replies from Niko and Benny.
We ate and watched my favorite show and just before drifting off to sleep, I noticed the new wallpaper on Elijah’s phone—it was the picture I sent to the guys earlier.
“Aren’t you obsessed with me?” I teased, nodding toward the phone.
He simply tossed it aside before pulling me into his arms, whispering against my lips, “Madly, dangerously obsessed with you.”
I was too.
Madly, dangerously and obsessively addicted to him.
And it scared me.
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ELIJAH
Having a part of the Cosa Nostra and the Bratva trying to make an alliance isn’t always simple. The Zennites are powerful, and we know it, but it’s not easy to maintain order. Try to have fucking Russians and Italians with guns in the same room and you’ll see.
I kissed Zanae this morning and went straight to my car, but the tranquility of my morning, however, was fucking destroyed by a phone call of one of my men, Ivan. My features hardened absorbing the information. He said that there’s a threat looming in the underground world, a reward offered to anyone capable of eliminating Zanae Dellé.
Despite my goddamn warnings, someone had dared to test my limits. “Who’s behind this, Ivan?”
Ivan hesitated before saying, “Elias Dellé, he’s the one behind this,” he admitted.
Elias Dellé put a threat on his daughter.
Protectiveness was an instinct in my case with Zanae. It was a powerful and primal rush of adrenaline that sharpens the body and the mind to act, urging me to eliminate any threat to someone I care deeply for.
It took hold of me in that moment
