But it wasn’t just the sex that made it different. It was her surrender. She gave herself to me. Handed everything over. Not just her body, but her trust too.
She trusted me to take care of her.
And I always will.
I glance at her sleeping form. At her soft and peaceful expression. Even asleep, she’s beautiful. She was exhausted after our shower and crashed.
Carefully, I cover her naked body, tucking her in. She’s had an exciting morning. She needs her rest.
She also needs to recover. Because there’s no way in hell I’m not having her again tonight.
As much as I want to stay, I have work to do.
One last look. One last second of restraint.
Then, I leave our room and head to my office.
I need to find out everything about Koschei Group.
I need to eliminate any threat to her.
Her safety will always be my priority.
I won’t let anything happen to her.
The thought of what could happen sends a shiver down my spine.
Because if they so much as look at her the wrong way, I’ll make sure they never see anything again.
Chapter 49
Matthias
My phone ringing interrupts my work. I haven’t been this focused since Margot got here, but digging into the Koschei Group and the Bratva has my full attention. The fact that they’re after her puts a fear running through me I’ve never known.
Fear for Margot’s safety is a hell of a motivator. It’s also driving me insane.
I need to know why they’re after her. I need to stop them.
I also need to tell my brothers what’s going on. Not just because they can help, but because when Roman and I killed those Bratva members, we involved the Syndicate. Hell, I unwittingly involved them the second I killed those first two men who were after Margot in the alley. We just didn’t know they were after her at the time.
Dom needs to know what we’ve dragged the Syndicate into. And Bash can help me dig into this more.
With my lack of tech knowledge, I haven’t found much. Just what Margot uncovered. It’s frustrating as hell not knowingwhat’s going on, not being able to find anything, not being able to protect her.
From what she told me, those men were going to take her. The idea of Margot in the Bratva’s hands, of her as their prisoner, makes me sick.
Even if they figured out she doesn’t know anything and hasn’t told any authorities, they couldn’t just let her go. By then, she’d know too much.
My phone rings again, dragging me out of my thoughts.
Mom.
Fuck. Why is she calling now?
I love her, but this is not a good time. She’s been worried about me lately, and I don’t have the mental strength to reassure her at the moment.
Still, if I don’t answer, she’ll just keep calling. She’s relentless like that.
