She kicks the pieces aside then just keeps walking.
Like she planned it.
Like shemeantevery second.
For one brutal second, all I can do is stare at the screen.
At her.
At the woman who was in my bed last night crushing the only thing that would have let me talk to her.
Rage hits so hot it burns clean through thought. I shove out of the apartment so hard the door slams off the wall behind me.
By the time I hit the sidewalk, I see red.
Compound. Now. All of you.
I send it to every one of my men.
No explanation.
No delay.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m about to do. I just know something is wrong.
Wrong enough that I can feel it in my teeth. Wrong enough that none of this fits no matter how hard I try to force it to.
She packed. She took the money. She bought the ticket. She crushed the phone.
And still—
Something iswrong.
I get back in the car and tear away from the curb.
Home.
I need my men in one place.
I need every feed.
Every report.
Every fucking thing.
Because whatever this is, it isn’t done.
Chapter 54
Maksim
“So safe to say she ran, no?” Ivan asks, and it takes everything in me not to put my fist through his face.
“We don’t know that for sure,” Vaska says before I can.
I don’t look at either of them. I stare at the couch instead. The couch I fucked her on the first time I brought her to the estate.
I hate this fucking place.
