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“Okay.” I head upstairs. “But you should know one thing. I’m keeping her, Roman.” “What? You are not keeping her. She’s not a fucking stray you can just claim as yours.” “Of course I can.”
“To behead each and every one of them.” I bite out and turn on my heel, intending to head back home. Instead, I end up riding around the city until well into the night.
“Are you two close?” I place my hand on his left one and brush it slightly. His eyes are now honed in on me, and the shaking of the hand beneath mine seems to stop. “Not really,” he says. “But I’ll kill him if he dies.” I feel the corners of my lips curl up slightly. He’s coming back from wherever he went earlier. “In that case, he’ll probably be sure to stay alive.”
There is something about her . . . something that makes my demons sleep. I don’t remember the last time I felt so calm in someone’s presence. Moving my right hand to the back of her neck, I bury my fingers into her hair. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t flinch as I expect her to, only watches me. There is no way she’s a spy. Her face is like an open book, and, as I have already concluded, she can’t lie worth a damn.
Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.
He sighs and squeezes his temples. “Perfect. I just hired a fucking librarian to watch over a trained killer.”
“I have no idea.” He shrugs. “But you need to keep one thing in mind. If I’m right, and Sergei for some reason thinks he needs to protect you, he won’t be reasonable.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, he will kill every person he feels may be of any kind of threat to you. Real or imagined.”
Sergei pulls the car over in front of a closed car wash, then grabs me by the back of my neck, and leans into my face. “I will eliminate anyone who might pose even the slightest threat to you, Angelina. If I, even for a second, suspected that he recognized you, he would have been dead.”
“I’m keeping you, lisichka,” I say against her lips and slam in her again. “You’re mine.”
“Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”
I look down into her eyes and crush her to me. “Marry me,” I blurt out. Angelina blinks, glances around us where at least twenty bodies are scattered, then stares back at me. “You really know how to pick the time and place, big guy.”
