Page 48 of Married to the Don (Kornilov Bratva Duet 1)

If Fedor is out, my home is the first place he would go. He has his own key and he has always felt free to let himself in without warning.

If he really is out, he’ll walk inside and see my tiny bubble of domesticated bliss inside.

He’ll find Molly and Theo.

My heart feels like an ice block in my chest. Like it isn’t even beating. Stuck in a terrified stasis while I rush to find out whether Molly and Theo are okay.

I pull out my phone and tap in the number that has grown familiar to me over the last few weeks. George has become an invaluable asset to me—an asset I wouldn’t have had if I hadn’t spared his life. When he begged me not to kill him the day I ambushed him in his liquor store, an instinct told me to spare him. He had been so grateful—shocked that a Kornilov was capable of mercy—that he all but volunteered to work for me.

I wonder what my father would think of this. If my father had shown up to assassinate a man who testified against the Bratva—especially one who testified against his own blood—my father wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet between the man’s eyes. Instead, I chose mercy. And that mercy has now given me a man I can trust more than my own brother.

I drum my finger against the sides of the phone as I tear through stop signs, desperate for the person on the other end to pick up.

I have to get to Molly and Theo now. I have to do what I can to protect them.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

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