Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Dmitry stepped closer. Not to trap me, but to steady me. To let me feel the weight of choosing this beside him.
“You were leverage,” he said evenly. “You are not now. And you never will be again.”
“Then what am I?” I asked.
His answer came without hesitation. “Free.” Then, quieter. “And mine. But not in the way your father owned you.”
Something tight in my chest finally gave. “I’m not here to tell you how to do this,” I said. “You already know. I just need you to know I’m not asking you to keep me out of it.”
His gaze dipped to my mouth for half a second before lifting again. Dark. Controlled. Dangerous.
“I want you alive,” he said. “I want you free. And I want you choosing this life because you want it.”
“I am,” I said. “And I’m choosing it with you.”
That was the moment something shifted. Not surrender. Not permission. Declaration.
He stepped closer still, his presence unmovable. “If you’re stepping into this,” he said quietly, “you need to know what that means and the costs.”
I didn’t flinch. “I’ve always known something was wrong,” I said. “I just wasn’t allowed to say it.”
He studied me then as a woman who had stepped forward with open eyes.
Then he nodded once. Not in agreement, but in acceptance.
The war wasn’t coming. It had already begun. And this time, I wasn’t something to be moved around a chessboard.
I was choosing my next play. And I was doing it with Dmitry at my side.
Chapter 16
Dmitry
Imoved Zoya out of the bunker before dawn. Not because I was afraid, but because I refused to be careless.
Taking her to the warehouse had never been about protection. It had been about leverage. I’d taken Zoya here to break Andrey. Kidnap his daughter, dangle her safety, and force the intel I’d hunted my whole life. And it worked. He cracked and gave me everything.
And although I got what I came for, somewhere between the first night she looked at me like I wasn’t the monster, and the moment she came apart on my fingers, mouth, and cock, everything in me had shifted.
I felt gentleness for the first time. I experienced wanting to protect someone because I… cared so deeply that the very thought of her not being by my side was unimaginable.
Zoya wasn’t leverage anymore. She was mine, and I didn’t just want to keep her safe. I wanted her beside me, strong enough to help burn the whole thing down.
Static locations were always temporary. Andrey might be broken, but desperate men don’t stay quiet. If he wanted her back and I wasn’t willing to do that, he’d send bodies to collect her and destroy anyone who got in his way.
But Zoya was mine, and I wasn’t going to let anyone or anything touch her.
She didn’t argue when I told her we were leaving. Didn’t ask where we were going. She just watched me with those clear, steady eyes, as if she already understood the world I was about to drag her deeper into and was choosing to step in, regardless.
That look solidified it further for me on where she stood. Zoya wasn’t running from this life. She wanted to fight in it. Wanted to be the one who helped me end men like Andrey. Like her father. The ones who built empires on broken people.
And damn if that didn’t make me want her even more.
The drive stretched long and quiet. Not tense, but focused. We both knew what was up ahead on this path, and all the dark shit that was about to go down.
Steel and concrete bled into the dark forest and rising elevation. My personal property sat high, carved into terrain that punished anyone who didn’t belong there. It was fortified, private, and bought and built under an alias that could never be traced back to me.
When we arrived, she took it in slowly. The gates, cameras, and the quiet that came from control, not emptiness.
“This is where you live?” she asked in a breathless tone.
“One place, yes, but this is my private residence,” I said and watched the way she processed it all. No fear. No wide-eyed awe. Just that quiet, sharp intelligence of her eyes scanning the high fence that blended into the tree line as if it had always been there.
Zoya catalogued everything from the entry points to the subtle hum of motion sensors. Like she was already mapping escape routes or weak spots, even though she knew she was safe with me, even though she had just jumped headfirst into all of this.
Beautiful. Smart. The whole fucking package. It made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t used to.
The property was built like a fortress because it had to be. No flashy tech that screamed money. Just layers of quiet lethality. Motion detectors were spaced every twenty feet, and thermal, low-light cameras covered every angle, feeding to a hardened room in the main house. The gate itself was heavy steel, hydraulic, rated for vehicle impact. No keypad bullshit. No visible lock.