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It hit me then. If she had never been kidnapped, she would be on stage with him making pure, unadulterated magic. I physically hurt for her; the unfairness of it stung, and anger burned within me.

I turned to Sebastian and Marcel. “I’ll kill the Sovietnik and anyone who gets in my way before she goes back.”

“Whoa, slow down. We need to talk first.” Marcel pulled my arm, this time harder.

I wanted to argue; we could talk later. Right now, I just needed her in my arms. But Nik’s hand shot out, stopping me. He sensed something deeper. Reluctantly, I turned and followed them out of the gym to the drawing room.

Chapter 13

Aleksandr

What’s Mine Is Ours

Forty fucking minutes andtwo drinks later, Marcel finished telling us everything we needed to know. He’d filled us in on his opinion as well as shared parts of her past trauma, though he was careful not to give too many details.

It was eye opening. From the fact the little shit had Marcus take a day-trip to Skagit for a go bag to her plans to have Bash’s guy help her disappear. She and I would have a nice talk about all of that later.

My little kitten may have made plans, but there was no way I’d let them come to fruition. Now that I knew everything, it changed nothing. It only made me more determined to set her free. Even if that meant taking on the Bratva.

“Marcel, I don’t think you’re hearing me. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. I meant what I said. Now, if you don’t mind.” I stood to go, and Nik followed suit.

Sebastian’s face lit up with amusement. “She still keeps to the schedule. We put her in the room across from yours. If you don’t find her there, check one of your own.”

My heart raced, desperate to reunite with her. This fucking woman held my heart and my brothers’ as well in the palm of her tiny hand. We were completely captivated by her, and it had been far too long.

As we walked, Nik said, “It’s your night, isn’t it? I need to see her, at least. Kiss her. I’ll let you have your time, but I need a minute.”

We were outside her bedroom when I turned and saw the anguish in my brother’s eyes, and I grabbed him by the shoulders. “No. What’s mine isours.”

Fire danced in his eyes—finally—and I wanted to shout with joy. Pushing the door open, I held my breath, hoping she’d be awake. Disappointment flared when we found her bed empty.

Nik cocked his head toward the door. The smooth, melodic sound of her voice carried through the air. It reached my ears and traveled straight to my cock. I imagined her like that night on the plane, swaying as she sang. The sensual cadence of the song she was singing made Nik groan.

“Damn, listen to her.”

She was in the bathroom, so the acoustics were fantastic. By virtue of the song she crooned out, I could only take to heart that she still possessed her vibrant spirit and was feeling needy. I grinned at Nik.

The moment the singing stopped, I called out, “Kitten.”

She stumbled out of the bathroom wide-eyed, toothbrush hanging from her mouth, dressed in panties and a tank top. Her hair still dripped from the shower. She tossed the toothbrush, ran, and leaped into my arms with no hesitation.

Wrapping her legs around me, she cried out, “Is it really you?”

She threw her head to the side as I nuzzled her neck. Taking deep, even breaths of her sweetness, I swore I’d never let her go. Her hands rubbed the sides of my head, causing me to groan. Fuck, I’d forgotten how much I loved her hands on me.

“My sweet girl. I’ve missed you so much.” I squeezed her.

Her lips found mine, and we kissed long and deep, my tongue at home as it moved with hers. She tasted minty and smelled so fucking good. Finally, I set her down, knowing Nik wanted to hold her as much as I did. She instinctively knew and turned.

Reaching up, she caressed his face and sighed. “I have dreamed of looking into the depths of your emerald-green eyes every night.” She fell into his arms, and he kissed her passionately, growling as he plundered her sweet mouth.

After several minutes, she pulled away. “Ivan?” Her voice broke as tears filled her eyes.

“He needs time,” I told her, hoping I was right because the pain in her eyes at not seeing him killed me. She reached for us, her arms looping around our waists, and we held her for several minutes before she pulled away.

“What were you singing when we came in?” Nik asked to take her mind off Ivan’s absence.

Lowering her head, she drew circles on the ground with her big toe, obviously feeling self-conscious. A blush covered her cheeks as she shrugged.