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I nod at her chest, though I’m not sure whether I’m asking to see the ruined marks from when I was nineteen or the tattoo spanning her chest from shoulder to shoulder.

She tries to pull the collar down, but can only reveal a little. So, without hesitation, she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over her head until she’s completely naked in front of me.

Of course,I noticed her tits and pussy on full display when I sat her on the vanity, but I’d been more concerned with her torn, bleeding feet. Luckily, the injuries are fairly superficial and won’t cause her any long-term issues.

Now, I’m struggling to study the lines of each initial instead of diving face first between her tits or thighs, instead of tasting her and hearing those sweet moans I missed so much.

Where the original raised K is makes the fresh tattoo slightly distorted, but the slashes through all three initials also caused scarring on her skin.

“He knew it was us when he did this,” I say, running a soft fingertip along the ridges as rage and sorrow war for space in my head and heart.

He knew. He knew before Brix tried to ram through the gate. He knew before we started asking questions.

She tried to keep us safe by hiding our identities and staying away all this time, but he had to have known those letters stood for Brixton, Kato, and Maddox.

Dima Sidorov is a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.

“He knew it was us. That’s why he told everyone you ran off with someone else. To hurt us.” Nah. It’s not a concrete fact, but it sure as fuck feels like it as my fingers trail over the scars left by the person who should have protected her against the world. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

My voice has taken on that tone, the one Kato and Brix say makes me sound possessed. But I can’t help it, can’t force my voice to sound normal when rage is making me nearly feral.

I feel as though a beast is inside me, in my head and my chest, tearing and growling and snarling, trying to fight its way out to spill blood.

And I have every intention of letting that beast feed the first second I get.

“Remember that night? When we were making plans, and Kato said we have to be smart about it, that we couldn’t run off all willy nilly?” she says.

I huff a laugh, though a smile never appears on my lips. “I believe the phrase was halfcocked, but I get what you mean.”

She raises her chin and my girl stares directly into my eyes. “I want revenge. I want to…is it bad to say I want my father dead? Because I do. I haven’t heard a word about my mom, whether she thinks the same thing everyone else does or if he told her the truth that I’m dead – or you know, he thinks I’m dead. So, she’s off limits for now. But we need to make hard and fast plans, andwe need to make sure Viktor is protected before we make a single move.”

I frown at her, and a sense of possessiveness forces a growl into my chest. “Who the fuck is Viktor?”

For a second, she stares at me, tilting her head to the side. Then a smile tugs at her lips and she reaches for me, pulling me closer while widening her thighs to make room for me.

Fuck. The only thing separating my cock from absolute paradise is my fucking jeans.

“I forgot how sexy you are when you’re jealous.”

“Not jealous.”Jealous, as fuck. “Just curious as to who this Viktor fuck is and why we would need to protect him.”

She sighs and wraps her arms around my neck, scooting so close her bare tits are pressed against my chest. “We have so much to talk about. So much catching up to do.”

It feels as though the girl I fell in love with a lifetime ago is right here in front of me, as though no time has passed, as though we weren’t both completely ruined and changed by the actions of one fucking asshole.

She looks sad, angry. But she also looks determined.

Maybe kicking Kato in the balls was the best course of action for all of us.

Fuck, my wife is sexy.

After Kato forced me and Brix to clean up the mess from our brawl – Not my penthouse. Why the fuck did I have to clean? – we took Everest back to the house.

I still don’t know the full details of what happened that night, but I know enough to know my girl went through fucking hell. Without us.

And we hated her.

Well…I didn’t hate her.