I lifted my gaze. “I can handle her.”
He smirked faintly. “Good. Then bring her back. Make it official. The moment you do, I will crown you head of this family.”
My blood heated. Natasha running away wasn’t just personal anymore. It was territorial. Necessary. Inevitable. I would get her back. No matter how fast she tried to run. Because the thought of making her my wife, having her underneath me, her being my queen, her living in true power... It only made my dick harder. There was nothing like conquering an alpha woman. Now that I knew that everybody saw her the same way I did, claiming her only became even more of an aphrodisiac.
Yeah… run all you want, little kitty. But that ass was about to be caught, chained and fucked, and then I’d get to feast on her sweetness every day for the rest of our lives–burying my seed as deep inside her as possible.
Over…
And over…
And over…
I walked out of the office to go get changed when I heard Cori calling me from the dining room. A worried expression laced his features.
“We have a problem.” He said as he ran to catch up with me. He sniffed, and for the first time, I noticed his blown pupils. Cori was high.
I swallowed, hating that information. “It’ll have to wait.”
“No, it can’t. Somebody just ran Natasha off the road.” He shouted, making me stop cold in my tracks.
“THE FUCK?!?!” I whipped around and came to stand in front of him. “What happened?”
“She’s on the phone.” He handed it to me, and I snatched it from his palm.
“Where are you?” I shouted into the receiver, hearing her sniffle as soon as it touched my ear.
“Viper and Seventh.” She said quickly. “But I’m still driving because it feels like somebody is still following me.”
“I’m on my way.” I bolted for the door, grabbing the keys to Cori’s BMW as I passed through the side passage to the garages.
“Dmitri…” Natasha sniffed again.
“Yeah?” I started the car but paused to hear what she had to say.
“Hurry.”
“Say less.” I connected the call to the car and sped off.
I realized that I didn’t have a single weapon on me, but with the fury and ‘who the fuck had the audacity’ running through my head, I didn’t need shit but my hands. I’d improvise when I got there. But you’d be surprised at the ways that I’d learned to kill a man or harm them with only the weapons that I was born with.
Natasha
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I kept one locked on the steering wheel and the other wrapped around my phone like it was a lifeline, anchoring me at the moment. The streetlights smeared into long golden streaks through the blur of my tears, and every shadow behind me looked like another car creeping too close. Hunting me.
“Get a grip,” I whispered, forcing air into my lungs. “Get it together, Natasha.”
But my voice quivered. I checked the rearview mirror again. The SUV—dark, huge, aggressive—was still back there. Not tailgating me but following the way a wolf stalks a wounded deer. Just close enough to be felt. Just far enough to deny. Tinted windows kept me from seeing who was inside, but obviously they had a good view of me because they'd been tailing me since I got back on the main road.
Dmitri’s voice filling the car’s speakers didn’t help anything. It made everything worse. Too intense. Too grounding. It onlymade his presence more domineering. He was on his way to make sure that I was safe, which I appreciated. My family had their own issues, and bringing them into this situation wouldn't help. Especially, since we didn't have guards or a detail for me to ask for.
“I’m two minutes out,” he barked, engine roaring on his end. “Stay on the line so that I know you're okay.”
“I’m fine,” I lied, breath hitching.
“The fuck you are.” The tremor under his anger made my throat tighten. “Talk to me.”
I swallowed the truth because if I said it out loud, it became real. “I’m okay. I just don’t know who the hell would do this.”
