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g me as I paced around the room, I know s

I offered Leni to Volkov

lids and for the life of me I wanted to pluck them out. But it

Viktor when it rang, his n

." A wide smile spread across my face, my little princ

on my face as I rushed down to the station. i was not sure what to tell my l

guilt gripped my heart, I ran towards th

a little too quiet that it made me

Less than an hour and you're al

d, every remark I made was met with silence. Som

reak her, to have her submit and be mine fully but I didn't want it to be like this. As we pulled over at the

I nodded towards the st

hospital receiving treatment. You posting her ba

en thinking when a

brutal and feared than I am. If I didn't handle this mys

I ran a hand through my hair, the weight of

st." "He's expecting you, sir. He

on of the precariousness of the situation.

t keep him

**

roma of cigars and subtle threats. I sat across from h

was filled with cold fury. "Nikolac," he growled, his voice a lo

le mistake on my part. One that will not be repeated and I am prepared to offer compensa

s voice laced with amusement. "Nikolac, you misunderstand. I don't want whatever is in

he thought of him touch *my* Leni. "Leni is not am it

I was at fault for even putting h

otection? Or possession?" He leaned forward, his voice a low growl. "I wa

my feet, the desk overturned, the sound of broken wood echoed in t

connecting with his jaw, the force of

my voice a low growl, "and n

s were a blur of rage, I barely registere

who stood, a silent w

make sure my uncle

ting me. I knew I had to try, to break through the wall I mad

a thought ran through my head my hands trembled slightly as I picked up my p

w they reminded her of her grandmother's garden. The florist had arranged them beautifully, with a mix of open blooms and closed buds, symbolizing, I hoped, the possibility of our growth and a renewal

useum. I've included tickets. would you love to go to

ng the flowers at her desk, surrounded by colleagues. Would she smile? Would her eyes softe

sparagus, a light lemon sauce, just the way she liked it. I even attempted a lemo

ablaze once she sees the state of the kitchen. I set the table carefully, a soft candlelight reflecting off the polished silverware, the flic

settling on me. Her expression was unreadable, as she walked back in

ing my presence, she sat back down, eati

house again. I needed her smile to make my heart beat right. All i