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“I still think it’s risky,” Vic says in his quiet, low voice, glancing between me and Ransom. “The Kings of Chaos have never fucked us over before, and I know they want this guy dead too. But if their intel is bad, we could be walking into a trap.”
“You wanna keep this hand?” he asks conversationally, squeezing it even tighter and making the guy contort to try to ease the pressure. “Then don’t put it on that girl. Ever. Got it?”
They have each other, and I don’t have anyone. No one to watch out for me. No one to have my back. No one to help me as my life spins out of control.
“Because I want to know every-fucking-thing.” Control freak.
Malice shakes his head. “Nah. That part, I get. Sometimes the people you love turn your love against you, and it’s the most brutal weapon in the world.”
“Ty izdayesh’ samyye krasivyye zvuki, kogda konchayesh’.”
A flush creeps up my cheeks. “No. It… it was my first time. Not just my first time getting paid, but my first time ever. Or it would’ve been if you all hadn’t come in and…” Ransom’s face darkens, his brows pulling together. “Well then, I’m even more glad we killed that son of a bitch. Your first time shouldn’t be with a man like that.”
“If I’d known it was just a random guy, I wouldn’t have bothered you with it,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I barged into your place last night.” Malice snorts, and I shoot him a glance out of the corner of my eye. “Are you sorry?” he asks, raising a dark brow.
“Because you’re our responsibility. And we don’t let people hurt what’s ours.”
“No, that isn’t what I mean. I don’t understand why I like them. Your scars are… chaotic. Disorderly. But for some reason…”
“I warned you not to do this, Solnyshka. You’re making me out to be some kind of fucking knight, and I’m not. I never will be.”
“You say all that shit about wanting a dark knight, but I don’t think you really understand what that means. I could break you so easily. I could destroy you.”
“Yesli ty uydesh', ya naydu tebya,” I breathe. “Ya vyslezhu tebya i vernu tuda, gde ty dolzhna byt’.”
“I want to mark you,” he says, his voice low. “I want to put a tattoo on you.”
“You did such a good job begging. So he’s going to fuck you.”
