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Chloe
My stomach is a pit of ice and churning acid, my fingers numb and clumsy as I stuff my old clothes into my suitcase. Alina is on my bed, passed out, the drugs and the sleepless night having finally taken their toll.
I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing; I just know I have to leave. Right now. Before Nikolai wakes up. Truth or lies, reality or madness, I stand no chance of sorting it all out while I’m here, under his roof and at his mercy, with that overpowering chemistry simmering between us, dragging me deeper under his lethal spell.
I’m not sure what I’d thought I’d hear from Alina. An admission that they’re mafia, after all? And maybe they are. At this point, nothing would surprise me. From the beginning, my instincts have been warning me about Nikolai, and I shou
