Page 4 of His Prince (Unexpectedly Twisted #2)

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MIKHAIL

I ’m furious, pissed that my work is taking me away from my home, preventing me from keeping my eyes on him.

Fuck, I left my husband on our wedding night. And even as a man used to killing those who wrong me, who does his best to focus only on myself, I realize what a mistake that was.

He is Anthony Costello’s son, after all.

I don’t know what he’s capable of, deep down.

I’m certain that under all that sweetness lies a formidable opponent, and I fear that perhaps I’ve unleashed the monster.

But I have things I need to attend to.

Fuck, I hate my job. Fucking loathe it. It’s brought nothing but pain into my life.

I glance down at my phone, the message from Angel looming up at me.

It’s better if I don’t answer…for both of us.

I need to keep my distance.

Nothing good ever comes from love, from caring for another .

I learned that lesson from losing my parents and my grandparents. I learned it from my dead wife.

The one whose life I ended.

I press my fingers against my lips and close my eyes, the image of my wife’s lifeless body at my feet, her blood etched across my shoes and disappearing into the dirt of the garden.

I push those thoughts away. She was a woman I’d rather have never known, never met. A love that broke something inside of me.

I’ll never love again.

Angel is only a business transaction, a way for me to gain an in with the Costello family.

It’s nothing more. It can’t be.

Though, the feel of him beneath me haunts my thoughts, the clench of his ass, how tight he was…the way he begged…

I push the visions from my mind.

No.

I won’t think of him. Not like this.

I have business to attend to. Money to make. An empire to maintain.

Because while love always dies, legacies last forever. When I’m dead and gone everyone will remember what I’ve built, the extent of my power. The Ivanov name will live on in their memories and their nightmares.