Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 103852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
She freezes, eyes wide as she puts her hands in the air, letting the frozen meat fall to the floor. “Please don’t shoot! She said nothing about being shot at. I’m so sorry, please, I only want money. I don’t want to die.”
“This is the final time I ask this question. Who the fuck are you?”
“My name is Winter. I met your wife at the shelter, and she asked me to take her place because she wanted to escape or something. I meant no disrespect, I swear.”
Fuck.
I stare at the woman again, hoping I’m wrong, but when I don’t find Lia in there, my chest constricts with something so similar to…fear.
This is not Lia. So, where’s my wife?
“Kolya,” I call.
He comes inside in a second, frowning when he takes in the scene. He probably thinks she’s Lia. This Winter may be able to fool the world, but not me. She doesn’t have the permanently haunted expression Lia has. She might smell like her, but she doesn’t have that natural soft body scent that no one but my Lenochka has.
“Find Lia’s location through her dental tracker and send it to my phone,” I order. “This one is an imposter.”
“What should we do with her?” Kolya narrows his eyes on her and she takes a step back.
“Keep her locked up until I figure out what to do with her.”
“No! I did nothing wrong.” She steps back further and turns to run, but trips over her long robe and shrieks as she falls, her head hitting the counter. Blood splashes on the tile as her body slips down with a thud, her lips open and her eyes blinking slowly.
Kolya reaches for her, but I stop him. “Track Lia. Let Ogla take care of the imposter.”
Then I’m out the door, Kolya following behind me.
The red mist that I only see when Lia is involved covers my vision and all I can think about is that she left.
She fucking ran.
I never thought she’d leave Jeremy behind, but she went ahead and did it. She had enough of pretending and escaped.
Probably to be with her lover.
She not only cheated on me, but she also went to him. They’re probably both laughing at my expense, thinking they’ve gotten away with it.
Fuck that.
If anything, they should both be ready for my wrath. As I promised her, I will kill him in a slow death in front of her eyes and fuck her in his blood.
Then I’m bringing her home.
39
Lia
Rai has agreed to help me.
At first, she was hesitant about going against Adrian since, like the entire brotherhood—or the whole crime world, actually—no one wants to get on his bad side. My husband has the ability to inflict irrevocable damage that no one can escape. He may be silent, but his wrath is lethal.
He’s the type who learns someone’s weakness, exploits it, then suffocates them with it until they wish for death.
I guess that’s what he did to me.
The only difference is that he showed me a side of him I fell in love with, then he took it away, leaving me with painful emotions and hope for nothing.
My gaze strays through the window, watching the empty road go by as Rai’s guard, Ruslan, drives me to a safe house.
I miss Jeremy and his beautiful smile. I miss how he draws me and his father together as if we’re some sort of a happy family. Not seeing him since this morning is messing with my already screwed-up head. I don’t know how the hell I’ll survive a week without his bright energy and contagious smile.
He’s probably asleep by now, having joyful dreams.
I wonder if Winter is sleeping in my bed, fucking Adrian because he looks ‘smoking hot.’ I wonder if he’s already replaced me with her—touching her, driving into her, and cradling her body into his.
Moisture stings my eyes at the image and I shake my head. I will not think about it. Everything has been said and done, and now I have to focus on the future.
But that doesn’t mean those thoughts don’t slice my heart open deep enough to leave a hole.
“Fuck.” Ruslan’s low curse pulls me out of my reverie.
“What?”
“I think we’re being followed, Mrs. Volkov.” He stares at the rear-view mirror.
I shift in the seat to look behind me and my eyes are met with bright, almost blinding headlights.
No.
Adrian couldn’t have found me after all the trouble I went through.
He should be with Winter.
A small part of my heart revels at the idea that her identical appearance didn’t fool him, that he knew it wasn’t me.
But the bigger part wants to break free of my shackles, to just be free of him and his cold shoulder and the way he’s killing me slowly.
“Can’t you go faster?” I urge him.
“Mrs. Sokolov can’t be implicated in this. If Adrian finds out she helped you…”