SHE'S VIKTOR ROMANOV'S.

TOR

as I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl

lf-filled with whiskey, the golden liquid

e me, freshly cleaned, its weig

npowder for two decades. It was in my bone

at the

ter

ck as usual, his sharp gaze scannin

problem,"

cigarette into the ashtray, r

men were ambushed before securing the goo

ned around the gl

man who had end

the memory surf

*

h bread and my grandmother's quiet

he edges of the windows as my father, Vladimir Romanov,

, was lacing his boots, muttering ab

Alexei had said. "We'

look. "Peace is always worth t

sh. I knew the Smirnovs were not the type to negotiate.

st time I saw

. Wrapped in bloodstained sheets, their throats slit

the Romanov family, thrust into power before I even had time to grieve

*

y nose, dragging a

bast

The attack wasn't just about the

back. "Good. I'll

d check it, my gaze flickered to the su

olk

cross-legged on the floor, her emeral

a few strands falling over her petit

he barely reacted, too caught up in

p of whiskey, in

had any interest in purchasing a woman like so

e the others, Viktor. They a

I had selected seemed determined to

well," Yuvi noted,

in the ass,"

. "Yet, you

ssion blank. "If you're going to

s hands in surrender. "

g of my cigarette,

games. I was more t

eded to discuss the next line of actio

tension, and ending with no real solutions, just

y room, rolling my shoulders to ease the stiff

silk robe barely clinging to her body.

his a

nd through her dark wave

hed. "What d

eyes gleaming with something p

of her robe, but my mind flashed bac

, that I had wal

s frantically trying to cover herself. Her cheeks had f

be seen. Unlike Isabella, she hadn't

t be here," I

another step closer. "We're going to get married

nblinking. "Becaus

ion. "We're not children pla

ged this." My voice was sharp, cut

h her beautiful features. I sighed, dragging my s

use the moment my chest

hat covered it. The swirling lines and symbols told

se before," she murmured, her fingers g

't res

gainst my skin as her lips brushed ov

ed her

oug

them. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "I'm

ightened.

to argue. Jerking her arm away, she huffed,

ear of this." S