Page 18 of Married to the Don (Kornilov Bratva Duet 1)

Greg arrives back with the cleaning cart, his forehead sweaty from the exertion of cleaning the room. “It’s ready,” he wheezes. “Should I show you to your room?”

“No,” I answer a bit too quickly.

Greg doesn’t ever need to be alone with Molly again. He hands her the card, disdain obvious in his eyes, and then retreats behind the desk.

“I could show you,” I offer. “If you want.”

The room number—thirteen—is printed on the back of the card, and Molly holds it up, her hand wrapping around Theo’s. “I’m sure we can manage. Thank you, though. For everything.”

Room number thirteen. Unlucky. An omen, perhaps.

“Of course,” I say, my smile tight and false. “Be sure to order room service. A snack tray isn’t a good enough dinner for either of you.”

“Um,” Greg says behind me. “We don’t have room service.”

I spin around, eyes narrowed, and growl the words between clenched teeth. “You do now. Our list of amenities just got an upgrade. Get her whatever she wants. Make sure someone else delivers it, though. You will be keeping your distance from her.”

When Molly and Theo walk away, I wonder what the next time I see them will be like.

I came to the motel to find her and kill her. And now?

Now, I really don’t know.

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