Zak further closes the distance between us, towering over me. “Those men tonight?” He extends one long arm, pointing to the door. “They know what you look like, Nadia. They saw you with me.”
My stomach drops. “But I don’t even know you!”
He shakes his head, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “Doesn’t matter. You’re associated with me now. That makes you a target.”
“So what? I’m supposed to stay here forever?” I sound hysterical to my own ears.
“Until it’s handled.”
“And how long is that going to take?”
“However long it needs.”
I want to scream. Or cry. Or both. I’m stuck in a freaking mafia war with a man who makes my blood boil… and my panties wet.
I wrap my arms around my body.
Zak lets out a long, tired sigh before walking past me into the hallway. “Come on.”
I follow because what else am I supposed to do? He takes us upstairs, down a long hallway, then opens a door at the end of it. It’s an immense bedroom with an Alaskan-king-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows, and two doors that each open to a vast walk-in closet and a sumptuous bathroom.
“This is your room?” I ask, blinking at the decor-magazine-style opulence.
“Our room.”
“Excuse me?!”
He turns to face me. “You’re staying with me.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Absolutely not.”
“Nadia…”
“No, I’ll stay in your house while you’re dealing with this mess. Fine, I won’t go to the police.” I raise a finger. “Yet. But I’m not sleeping in your bed.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know you!”
“You married me.”
“By accident!”
“Still counts.”
I want to freaking strangle him.
He sighs, running a hand through his thick dark-blond locks. “Look, I need you where I can see you. Where I know you’re safe.”
“You have guards, cameras… probably a whole security system.”
“Not enough,” he growls, a muscle jumping in his cut jaw.
“Zak…”
“Please.”
Damn it.
