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Her eyes widen in shock. “Who murdered him?”

I scratch the side of my head. “I don’t know.”

She knows I’m lying.

Her shoulders tense, and her gaze slips to the doorway.

“I didn’t do it,” I quickly say to put her at ease before muttering, “Sometimes, I wish I had though.”

There’s an urge to tell her more, but I stop myself.

She may be a Lastro now, but she has Morozova blood. Her father was possibly a rat. She’s also tried to run from me numerous times. She can know some of my past, but never all of it.

She smiles at me. “Thank you for opening up to me.”

I grab my father’s Montblanc pen and point at her with it. “Now, please stop googling me. Half of what you read is lies, and the other half will give you nightmares. It’s in your best interest not to know all my demons.”

She crosses her arms. “Speaking of that, how’d you get into my computer?”

I drop the pen and stand. “Never question my ability to find out information. Now, let’s get you back to bed—again.”

She thankfully listens, and I take a once-over of the library before shutting the light off. My cock hardens as I follow her upstairs.

I’m not sure if she’s doing it to fuck with me, but with each step, she sways her hips. I bite into my lip, watching her ass jiggle in my face. I inhale deep breaths, telling myself not to bend her over the stair railing and fuck her from behind.

I thought I didn’t want to desire my wife.

But the more I’m around Liliya, the more I want to touch her.

Fuck her.

Own her.

19

In bed,I suddenly pause doomscrolling social media.

A nurse who worked with me at the hospital reposted a news article.

High-Profile Surgeon Murdered in New York Home.

My mouth turns dry as I read what she typed:Rest in peace, Dr. Oswald. You were a great doctor and friend, and you will forever be missed.

Great doctor? Yes.

Friend? No.

Forever be missed? Not by me.

Sorry, not sorry.

I bite my nail while reading the article about Dr. Oswald’s murder—the man who cornered me in a supply closet and stuck his hand down my scrubs. Also, the same man I kneed in the balls until he dropped to his knees, and then I called him an asshole before running out of the closet.

They found him murdered in the shower. The detective emphasized that it was a violent, bloody murder. His safe wascleared out, so while they think the attack was personal, they ruled it as a robbery gone wrong. They have no suspects, no fingerprints, and the home cameras were disabled an hour before the crime.

Robbery gone wrong?

They literally went out of their way to murder him.