Not just any man.A legacy.Old money.Russian mob.How many lives has he ruined with a single phone call?
My stomach twists with admiration and resentment.I hate men like him.
Wish I could say the same about his son.
Wolfson looks like him.Same bone structure, same god-tier DNA, but younger, wilder, and draped in rebellion instead of Armani.While he carries it differently, less polished, more unpredictable, the effect is the same.
No, it’s worse.Wolfson’s perfect, symmetrical, angelic face could start wars or end them, depending on who’s watching.
It’s me.I’m watching.And I’m inconveniently aroused.
Hell knows I’ve dug up everything on the Strakhs, memorizing every photo and studying their habits.None more than Monty’s blue-eyed freak of a son.And yet nothing prepares me for standing in the same room with all four of them.
They don’t just live in Alaska.TheyareAlaska.Raw, stunning, and carved out of ice.If I’m being honest with myself, I’d let them rip me open if it meant I could crawl inside their minds and understand what makes predators like them breathe.Because there’s a terrible, majestic beauty in them.A beauty that seduces.
But I’m not here for that.I’m here to take back what’s mine.
“Pull your dogs off my sister.”I flex my jaw.“Or I’ll start dropping bodies.”
Kodiak grunts behind his crossbow.
“We know all about your body count.”Leo shifts his weight.
“Then you know I’ve buried better men in worse places.”
“I appreciate the show of support, ladies.”Wolfson lowers his blade and strolls forward, positioning himself between me and his murderous family.“But you interrupted a special moment.Jag was about to admit his undying love for me.”
“By undying, you mean dead.”Leonid directs a pointed look at the gun I still aim at Wolfson.
“He’s misunderstood.”Wolfson shrugs and winks at me over his shoulder.“Aren’t you, baby?”
My brows furrow.How does anyone take him seriously?
“He’s a threat,” Monty snaps.
“I hear you.”Wolfson pinches the bridge of his nose and peers at me.“When it comes to threats, the Strakhs do one thing and one thing only.”
“We kill them.”Leo bares his teeth.
“Mm-hmm.Yeah.”Wolfson nods to himself.“But we all agreed I would take the lead on this.”
“No.”Monty exchanges a look with the others.“No one agreed to that.”
“Let’s try something new.”Ignoring my gun, Wolfson returns to my side, drapes an arm over my shoulders, and taps his blade on my chest.“Threats can be managed.Let’s do some managing.”
“We don’t negotiate with terrorists,” Kodiak snarls.
“True, but he’s no ordinary terrorist.”Wolfson squeezes my shoulder.“He’s mine.”
My chest heaves, torn between homicidal impulses and curiosity at his bizarre approach.
Sex is my weapon of choice.Give me five minutes with a man, woman, trans, or non-binary person of any sexual orientation, and I can have them on their back and panting through a release before they realize I’ve stolen their passwords, drained their bank accounts, and opened their throat.
With Wolfson, it won’t just be easy.I’ll fucking enjoy it.He’s irrationally gorgeous, viciously uncivilized, and sculpted in the image of an archangel from the underworld.I’ll savor every glorious inch of him before I take his last breath.
But first, I need to get rid of his family.If I’m reading the room correctly, Wolfson doesn’t want them here, either.
I catch his gaze.“You want me to leave town.Your family wants me dead.”I look between each armed man.“And I want my sister back.How do we reconcile that?”
