The women Timofey loves have a bad habit of turning up dead. The echo of Rodion’s voice in my head is grating, but his words still ring with an unfortunate truth.
Now, Piper’s name threatens to join the list.
I can’t afford to let that happen. She needs to last until Benjamin belongs to me. After that, I don’t give a damn what happens to her.
Or so I tell myself.
I climb out of my car and slam the door closed. As I pass my motorcycle, I swat her helmet off the back of the seat. It smacks against the cement floor with a satisfying thud. I barely resist the urge to kick the entire bike over.
I haven’t spoken to her since the night with Rodion. It’s been two days of burying myself in Viktorov Industries board meetings, Bratva business, and legal paperwork.
All so I can stop thinking abo
