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He walked off, then stopped at the door. “Oh, and Mack?”

He’d waited.

“When you are ready to ask my daughter out, you speak to me first.”

That had silenced him further.

“Goodnight.”

“Hmm mmm. Yup. Okay.”

Mack stared back at the three words on his phone—words that represented three way more powerful ones—and brushed his finger over the screen.

Everyone had known.

And waited.

No one more so than Ella.

He sent a heart emoji back and hoped that he got the chance to return to the United States and show her who he was.

To introduce her to his wolf and make Ella his mate.

Worst-case scenario, if their race was on the fast road to extinction, at least they’d have a few final days together.

Mack was determined to do everything in his power to make sure that didn’t happen. Nikolay was their biggest threat, and in Vincent Moretti’s words, he had to die.

Or like Craig had said,pow pow.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

NIKOLAY

The Kremlin was a fortified complex in the heart of Moscow, so it was no surprise to Nikolay that he and his men were searched before climbing into the bulletproof vehicles and driven through the gates.

Surrounded by the elite military regiment, known as the Presidential Regiment, and twenty-one-foot-thick walls, the inside of the Kremlin was the opposite of what most imagined.

Instead of just a bunch of boring and drab buildings, they passed a cathedral, gardens, and a museum. Surrounded by green and golden towers, they headed toward the government buildings, passing the Kremlin Square and hundreds of tourists to the Great Bell Tower.

Soon, the number of armed guards increased, indicating they were close to their destination. Nikolay spotted a helicopter as they drove on to the Kremlin Palace of Congresses where the president undertook business.

Nikolay’s fingers pressed into the case sitting on his knee. It was searched—he had no choice—but the guards had no idea what they were looking at.

It was just paperwork and small vile he told them was his homeopathic allergy medicine.

Idiots.

Regardless, one of them smelled it, and of course, it had no effect on him. If he’d been a vampire, it would’ve knocked him out in mere seconds.

Thank God it worked fast.

Not fast enough, in his opinion—they’d had a few close encounters—but now it was going to make him a very, very rich and powerful man.

“This way.” A man greeted them as they climbed out of the vehicle.

It took another twenty minutes to walk through the building, go through a handful more security checks, and then finally be led into a large, grand room.

Near a fireplace, there were two large and ornate armchairs with small side tables on either side.