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Total pages in book: 97
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A new dark romance from New York Times bestseller Anna Zaires He came to me in the night, a cruel, darkly handsome stranger from the most dangerous corners of Russia. He tormented me and destroyed me, ripping apart my world in his quest for vengeance. Now he's back, but he’s no longer after my secrets. The man who stars in my nightmares wants me.
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Part I

1

5 Years Earlier, North Caucasus Mountains

Peter

* * *

“Papa!” The high-pitched squeal is followed by a patter of little feet as my son propels himself through the doorway, his dark waves bouncing around his glowing face.

Laughing, I catch his small, sturdy body as he launches himself at me. “Miss me, pupsik?"

“Yeah!” His short arms fold around my neck, and I inhale deeply, breathing in his sweet child scent. Though Pasha is almost three, he still smells like milk—like healthy baby and innocence.

I hold him tight and feel the iciness inside me melting as soft, bright warmth floods my chest. It’s painful, like being submerged in hot water after freezing, but it’s a good kind of pain. It makes me feel alive, fills the empty cracks inside me until I can almost believe I’m whole and deserving of my son’s love.

“He did miss you,” Tamila says, entering the hallway. As always, she moves quietly, almost soundlessly, her eyes downcast. She doesn’t look at me directly. From childhood, she’s been trained to avoid eye contact with men, so all I see are her long black lashes as she gazes at the floor. She’s wearing a traditional headscarf that hides her long dark hair, and her gray dress is long and shapeless. However, she still looks beautiful—as beautiful as she did three and a half years ago, when she snuck into my bed to escape marriage to a village elder.

“And I’ve missed you both,” I say as my son pushes at my shoulders, demanding to be free. Grinning, I lower him to the floor, and he immediately grabs my hand and tugs on it.

“Papa, do you want to see my truck? Do you, Papa?”

“I do,” I say, my grin widening as he pulls me toward the living room. “What kind of truck is it?”

“A big one!”

“All right, let’s see it.”

Tamila trails behind us, and I realize I haven’t spoken to her at all yet. Stopping, I turn around and look at my wife. “How are you?”

She peeks up at me through those eyelashes. “I’m good. I’m glad to see you.”

“And I’m glad to see you.” I want to kiss her, but she’ll be embarrassed if I do it in front of Pasha, so I abstain. Instead, I gently touch her cheek, and then I let my son tow me to his truck, which I recognize as the one I sent him from Moscow three weeks ago.

He proudly demonstrates all the features of the toy as I crouch next to him, watching his animated face. He has Tamila’s dark, exotic beauty, right down to the eyelashes, but there’s something of me in him too, though I can’t quite define what.

“He has your fearlessness,” Tamila says quietly, kneeling next to me. “And I think he’s going to be as tall as you, though it’s probably too early to tell.”

I glance at her. She often does this, observing me so closely it’s almost as if she’s reading my mind. Then again, it’s not a stretch to guess what I’m thinking. I did have Pasha’s paternity tested before he was born.

“Papa. Papa.” My son tugs at my hand again. “Play with me.”

I laugh and turn my attention back to him. For the next hour, we play with the truck and a dozen other toys, all of which happen to be some type of car. Pasha is obsessed with toy vehicles, everything from ambulances to race cars. No matter how many other toys I get him, he only plays with those that have wheels.

After playtime, we eat dinner, and Tamila bathes Pasha before bed. I notice that the bathtub is cracked and make a mental note to order a new one. The tiny village of Daryevo is high in the Caucasus Mountains and difficult to get to, so it can’t be a regular delivery from a store, but I have ways of getting things here.

When I mention the idea to Tamila, her eyelashes sweep up, and she gives me a rare direct look, accompanied by a bright smile. “That would be very nice, thank you. I’ve had to mop up the floor almost every evening.”

I smile back at her, and she finishes bathing Pasha. After she dries him and dresses him in his pajamas, I carry him off to bed and read him a story from his favorite book. He falls asleep almost immediately, and I kiss his smooth forehead, my heart squeezing with a powerful emotion.

It’s love. I recognize it, even though I’ve never felt it before—even though a man like me has no right to feel it. None of the things I’ve done matter here, in this little village in Dagestan.

When I’m with my son, the blood on my hands doesn’t burn my soul.

Careful not to wake Pasha, I get up and quietly exit the tiny room that serves as his bedroom. Tamila is already waiting for me in our bedroom, so I strip off my clothes and join her in bed, making love to her as tenderly as I can.

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Fate made us enemies. I made us lovers. In a different world, we were meant for each other. This is not that world. Note: For optimal enjoyment, it’s recommended you read the Twist Me trilogy prior to starting this book.
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Part I

1

Sara

Warm lips press against my cheek, the kiss soft and tender even as day-old stubble rasps across my jaw.

“Wake up, ptichka,” a familiar accented voice murmurs in my ear as I mutter a sleepy protest and snuggle deeper into the pillow. “It’s time to go.”

“Hmm-mm.” I keep my eyes closed, reluctant to let go of my dream. It was a pleasant one for once, involving a sunny lake, a pair of romping dogs, and Peter playing chess with my dad. The specifics are already fading from my mind, but the light, euphoric feeling remains, even as reality, along with bitter awareness of the impossibility of the dream, is creeping in.

“Come on, my love.” He presses a gentle kiss to the sensitive underside of my ear, sending pleasurable shivers through me. “The plane is waiting. You can sleep on the way home.”

The last of the dream fades, and I roll over onto my back, suppressing a wince at the lingering soreness in my left shoulder as I open my eyes to meet my captor’s warm, silver gaze. He’s leaning over me, a tender smile curving his sculpted lips, and for a moment, the euphoric lightness intensifies.

We’re alive, and he’s here with me. I can touch him, kiss him, feel him. His face is leaner than before, hollowed out by stress and sleep deprivation, but the weight loss just enhances his stark male beauty, sharpening the slant of those exotically angled cheekbones and highlighting the strong line of his jaw.

He’s gorgeous, this assassin who loves me.

My husband’s killer, who’ll never set me free.

My chest tightens, my joy tainted by the familiar squeeze of self-loathing and guilt. Maybe there will come a day when I won’t feel so conflicted, so torn about needing the man looking at me like I’m his heart, but for now, I can’t forget what he is and what he’s done.

I can’t let go of the shame of knowing I’m falling for my tormentor.

Peter’s smile fades, and I know he senses my thoughts, reads the guilt and tension on my face. For the past two weeks, ever since I woke up here at the clinic, I’ve been avoiding thinking about the future and dwelling on what led to the crash. I needed Peter too much to push him away, and he needed me. This morning, though, we’re returning to his safe house in Japan, and I can’t hide my head in the sand any longer.

I can’t pretend the man I’ve been clinging to like he’s my lifeline doesn’t intend to keep me captive for the rest of my life.

“Don’t, Sara.” His voice is deep and soft, even as the warm silver of his gaze cools to icy steel. “Don’t go there.”

I blink and smooth out my expression. He’s right: now is not the time. Pushing up onto my right elbow, I say evenly, “I should get dressed. If you’ll excuse me…”

He straightens, giving me space to sit up. Grateful for my hospital gown, I slither out of bed and hurry to the bathroom before he changes his mind and decides to have the discussion after all. We do need to talk about what happened—the confrontation is long overdue, in fact—but I’m not ready for it. Over these past two weeks, we’ve been closer than ever, and I don’t want to give that up.

I don’t want to go back to seeing Peter as my adversary.

As I brush my teeth, I study the diagonal scar on my forehead, where a shard of glass left a long gash. The plastic surgeons at the clinic did a good job fixing what could’ve been a disfiguring mark, and with the stitches out, the scar is already looking less angry. In another few weeks, it’ll be a thin white line, and in a couple more years, it might be completely undetectable, like the faint bruises that still decorate my face.

By the time the child Peter wants to force on me is old enough to notice and ask questions, there should be no traces left of my disastrous escape attempt.

My breath seizes at the thought, and I press my hand against my stomach, counting the days with growing dread. It’s been two and a half weeks since we had unprotected sex during a potentially fertile window, which means my period should’ve started a few days ago. Between the surgeries and the drugs, I wasn’t paying much attention to the calendar, but now that I’m doing the math, I realize I’m late. Not so late that I have to go into complete panic mode, but late enough to seriously worry.

I could already be pregnant.

My first impulse is to rush out, find the nearest nurse, and demand a blood test. I’m sure they tested me for pregnancy two weeks ago, when I was brought to the clinic after the crash, but the first traces of hCG in my bloodstream wouldn’t appear until seven to twelve days after conception. I undoubtedly tested negative, and they would’ve had no reason to test me again.

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I fought against fate, and I won. I made a deal with the devil to keep her. It was supposed to be over. We were meant to be happy. Too bad my enemies had other plans. Note: This is the conclusion of Peter & Sara’s story. It is strongly recommended that you read Twist Me and Capture Me trilogies before embarking on this book, as there will be major spoilers for those series.
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Part I

1

Henderson

“What are you doing?”

Bonnie’s anxious voice startles me out of my planning, and I look up, shoving the folder I was studying into a stack of files on my desk as I prepare to answer with a plausible lie.

Except my wife of twenty-one years is not looking at me.

She’s staring at the computer behind me, where a photograph of a beautiful chestnut-haired bride smiling up at her handsome groom takes up most of the screen.

Fuck. I thought I’d closed that tab. My neck muscles spasm with tension, the bile returning to burn up my throat as I see Bonnie begin to shake.

“Why do you have his picture?” Her voice turns shrill as her eyes swing to me, accusing. “Why do you have that monster’s picture on your screen?”

“Bonnie… It’s not what you think.” I stand up, but she’s already backing away, shaking her head, her long earrings flapping around her skinny face.

“You promised. You told me we’ll be safe.”

“And we will be,” I say, but it’s too late.

She’s already gone.

Back to the refuge of her bed, her pills, her mindless reality TV.

Back to where the kids and I can never reach her.

Sinking back into my chair, I roll my head from side to side, releasing the worst of the agonizing tightness as I pull out the folder again. The name inside stares at me, each letter taunting me, stoking the bitter fires of rage.

Peter Sokolov.

I’m the last person remaining on his list. The only one he hasn’t killed yet for what happened in that shitty village in Dagestan. One mistake, one careless order given, and this is the result. For years, he’s hunted me and my family, torturing our friends and loved ones in an effort to get to me, starring in my children’s nightmares, destroying our lives in every way.

And now, thanks to his buddy Esguerra’s pull with our government, he’s allowed to roam free. To marry his pretty, chestnut-haired doctor and live in the United States as if all’s forgiven and forgotten.

As if his promise not to kill me is something I’m supposed to believe.

My gaze falls on the rest of the names in the folder.

Julian Esguerra.

Lucas Kent.

Yan and Ilya Ivanov.

Anton Rezov.

Sokolov’s allies—monsters, all of them.

They must pay for what they’ve done.

Like Sokolov, they must be neutralized.

Then and only then will we be truly safe.

2

Sara

I wake up with the startling realization that I’m married.

Married to Peter Garin, a.k.a. Sokolov.

The man who killed George Cobakis, my first husband, after breaking into my house and torturing me.

My stalker.

My kidnapper.

The love of my life.

My mind jumps to last night, and heat spreads throughout my body—a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. He punished me yesterday. Punished me for nearly standing him up at the altar.

He took me brutally, and in the process, he made me admit it.

Made me confess that I love him—all of him, the dark parts included.

That I need that darkness… need it directed at me, so I can overcome the shame and guilt of knowing I fell for a monster.

Opening my eyes, I stare at the bland white ceiling. We’re still in my small apartment, but I’m guessing we’ll move soon. And then what? Children? Walks in the park and dinners with my parents?

Am I really about to build a life with the man who threatened to kill everyone at our wedding if I didn’t show up?

He must be making breakfast because I smell delicious scents coming from the kitchen. It’s something both sweet and savory, and my stomach growls as I sit up, wincing at the soreness in my hamstrings.

If we’re going to be fucking in exotic positions a lot, I might have to take up yoga.

Shaking my head at the ridiculous thought, I go to shower and brush my teeth, and by the time I come out, dressed in a robe, I hear Peter’s deep, softly accented voice calling me.

Or more precisely, calling his “ptichka.”

“I’m here,” I say, walking into the kitchen—only to find myself swept up in incredibly strong arms and kissed so thoroughly that I lose my breath.

“Yes, you are,” my husband murmurs when he finally sets me back on my feet. “You’re here, and you’re not going anywhere.” His large hands rest possessively on my waist, his gray eyes gleaming like silver in his stubble-darkened face. Though he’s dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, he must not have shaved yet, because that stubble looks deliciously rough and scratchy, making me wonder what it would be like to have him rub it all over my skin.

Impulsively, I lift my hand to his chiseled jaw. It’s just as scratchy as I imagined, and I grin as he closes his eyes and rubs his face against my palm, like a big tomcat marking his territory.

“It’s Sunday,” I tell him, lowering my hand when he opens his eyes. “So yes, I’m not going anywhere. What’s for breakfast?”

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I stole her in the night. Caged her because I can’t live without her. She’s my love, my addiction, my obsession. I will do anything to keep Sara mine.
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Part I

1

Peter

“They’re gaining on us,” Ilya says as the whine of sirens and the roar of helicopter blades grow louder. Light from the cars on the other side of the highway bounces off his shaved head, creating the illusion that his skull tattoos are dancing as he glances in the rearview mirror with a worried frown.

“Right.” Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in my veins, I tighten my arm around Sara, preventing her head from sliding off my shoulder as Ilya zooms around a slower-moving car. I expected the pursuit, of course—one doesn’t steal a woman guarded by the FBI without consequences—but now that it’s happening, I find myself worried.

My three teammates and I can handle a high-speed chase just fine, but I can’t endanger Sara that way.

Reaching a decision, I tell Ilya, “Slow down. Let them catch up to us.”

Anton twists around in the front passenger seat, his bearded face incredulous as he grips his M16. “Are you insane?”

“We can’t lead them to the airport,” Yan, Ilya’s twin, points out. He’s sitting on the other side of Sara, and he must’ve caught on to my plan, because he’s already rummaging in the large duffel bag we stored under the backseat of our SUV.

“Do you think the Feds know we have her?” Anton glances at the unconscious woman pressed to my side, and I feel an irrational flicker of jealousy as his black gaze roves over Sara’s face, lingering for a moment longer than necessary on her plush pink lips.

“They must. Those guys tailing her were stupid but not completely inept,” Yan says, straightening with a grenade launcher in his hands. Unlike his twin, he favors a conservative hairstyle and neatly pressed business clothes—his banker disguise, as Ilya calls it. In general, Yan looks like someone who wouldn’t know how to handle a wrench, much less a gun, but he’s one of the most lethal individuals I know—as are the rest of my team.

Our clients pay us millions for a reason, and it has nothing to do with our fashion choices.

“I hope you’re right,” Ilya says, tightening his grip on the wheel as he glances in the rearview mirror again. Two black government SUVs and three police cruisers are now four cars behind us, blue and red lights flashing as they pass slower-moving vehicles. “American police are soft. They won’t risk shooting if they know we have her.”

“Nor will they open fire in the middle of a highway,” Yan says, pressing a button to roll down the window. “Too many civilians around.”

“Hold off for a moment,” I tell him as he moves closer to the window, the grenade launcher in hand. “We want the chopper as low as possible above us. Ilya, slow down some more and get into the right lane. We’re taking the next exit.”

Ilya does as I say, and we switch into the slower lane, our speed dropping below the posted limit. A gray Toyota Camry zooms past us on the left, and I press Sara closer to me, telling Yan to get ready. The noise from the helicopter is deafening—it’s hovering almost directly overhead now—but I wait.

A few moments later, I see it.

The sign for the exit, coming up in a quarter mile.

“Now,” I yell, and Yan springs into action, propelling his head and torso out the window, the grenade launcher in his hands.

Boom! It sounds like the mother of all fireworks just went off above us. Brakes screech all around us, but we’re already at the exit, and Ilya swerves off the highway just as all hell breaks loose, cars colliding in both lanes with a clang of crumpling metal as the chopper above explodes in a fiery metal ball.

“Fuuuck,” Anton breathes, staring at the mess we left behind. With the flaming chopper pieces raining down, a giant Walmart truck is in the process of flipping over, and no less than a dozen cars have already crashed, with more ramming into the pile with each second. The government SUVs are among the victims, and the police cruisers are trapped behind them. There’s no way our pursuers will be able to follow us now, and though I’m not happy about the injured civilians, I know this is how we’ll make our escape.

By the time they regroup and send more cops after us, we’ll be long gone.

Nobody is taking Sara away from me.

She chose me, and she’s staying mine.

We get to the underpass where we left our other vehicle without pursuit, and once we switch cars, we all breathe a little easier. I have no doubt the Feds will locate us, but by the time they do, we should be safely in the air.

We’re almost at the airport when Sara lets out a small moan, her eyelids fluttering open as she stirs at my side.

The drug I gave her has worn off.

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