When I toss the paper towels in the trashcan, Viktor takes hold of the back of his shirt and drags the fabric over his head in a move that’s hotter than anything I’ve ever witnessed.

My jaw drops as I get a full view of his chest.

Jesus.

Chiseled abs and a perfect V disappearing into the low-hanging waistband of his sweatpants instantly make me breathless.

There are so many tattoos.

God.

Viktor has a star inked on each shoulder and a weird cross made of skulls with angel wings on the sides in the middle of his chest.

There’s a dark row of hair from his navel to the fabric.

My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips, and I feel a flare of panic in my chest.

Of course, the devil himself will look like a damn angel.

Just because he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on doesn’t mean I’m attracted to him. That would be insane.

Viktor Vetrov is a monster who killed my family and took me from everything I loved.

My eyes snap to his, and seeing that he was watching me stare at him has me fleeing past him and up the stairs to my bedroom. I slam the door shut and press my back to it.

Sucking in deep breaths, I close my eyes and try to erase the image of his bare chest and abs from my mind.

I hate him.

I hate him so much.

No matter what happens, I can never forget the pain he caused me today.

Chapter 6

Viktor

Even though I only had two hours of sleep, I’m ready at eight o’clock to face whatever the day will bring.

Rosalie hasn’t come out of her bedroom since she practically drooled at the sight of my chest. It was an interesting moment, but it doesn’t mean shit in my books. She’s a girl with nowhere to go, and that’s the end of the story.

Knowing Rosalie won’t be able to escape the grounds, I head over to my parents’ place so I can explain my reasoning behind kidnapping Rosalie. I’m more worried about Aunt Bella than my parents and Uncle Alexei. After all, my dad kidnapped my mom to save her life. That’s how they met.

When I step into the house, I hear my dad say, “I’m sure he has a good reason. Let’s wait to hear what it is.”

Of course, they would already know. I swear a bird can shit in Russia, and they’d know within an hour.

That’s why I’m so good at tracking. I was trained by the best.

Entering the dining room, everyone’s eyes turn to me. I let out a sigh and pull a chair out. I sit down and look at my family. “I took the girl because she’s only seventeen and has nowhere to go. It was either that or one of us killing her, which I wasn’t going to allow.”

Just like I expected, my parents nod, understanding on their faces.

“When is she leaving?” Uncle Alexei asks.

I lock eyes with my godfather. “Once she turns twenty-one.”

His eyebrows lift. “Four years?”


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