“Fine. Just say what you have to say and go.”
He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks around the room. “Where’s Mikhail?”
“Coming back.”
“Oh, I’m sure. But isn’t that interesting? He leaves you alone after what you two shared.”
My blood turns to ice. “You saw us?”
“I saw you.” The smile on his face is wicked. “I saw Mikhail fuck you like a caveman.”
I flush. “Get out. Go.”
“You shouldn’t be with him. Look. He leaves you alone, giving me the space to come in here and talk to you. What kind of husband is that?”
“So … what? You want me to leave with you?”
“Preferably. I want you, Sofiya. I think I’ve made that clear. Come with me.”
I stare at him for a minute before laughing. “You’re delusional. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Andrei’s smile slowly turns dark. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
The door opens again, and Mikhail walks into the room. “What’s going on in here?”
“Sofiya and I were just talking,” Andrei says.
Mikhail keeps his eyes on Andrei but speaks to me. “Sofiya?”
“He said he wanted to talk, but he just wanted me to run away with him.”
“Is that so?” A muscle twitches in Mikhail’s forehead. “Well, Andrei, you can’t seem to learn your lesson either. I told you to stay away from Sofiya. I told you to never lay your eyes on her again.”
“You know I’ve never been one to listen. Besides, Mikhail, we’ve always been so close. Sharing women. It’s nothing new.”
“It is this time,” he growls …
… right before he lunges at Andrei. I gasp and scramble back on the bed. The two men fight and grapple with each other until Andrei ends up on his back. Mikhail gets on top of him and jams his thumbs into Andrei’s eyes.
Andrei grunts and tries to pry Mikhail’s fingers away, but Mikhail has an advantage—he has possession on his side. Possession of me. Mikhail will do anything to protect me.
I gasp as Mikhail keeps pressing down into Andrei’s eyes until Andrei can’t fight it any longer. The scream that escapes Andrei is chilling. I watch in horror as Mikhail jams his fingers so far into Mikhail’s eyes that blood spurts out.
Andrei doesn’t stop screaming once.
A security guard barges into the room and stops once he sees Mikhail. It’s clear from the guard’s face he won’t intervene. He must know who Mikhail is.
Mikhail finally lets Andrei go and stands up. His hands are covered in blood. Andrei’s blood.
But Andrei is still alive. He’s pressing his hands into his eyes as if that will help. But I caught a glimpse before Andrei covered his eyes—they were red and black.
Mikhail just blinded Andrei. All because Andrei was looking at me.
I know I should be horrified. I know I should never want Mikhail to touch me again.
But all I can think is—karma.
Andrei thought he could get his hands on me. He forced me to get naked before him. If it weren’t for Mikhail finding me, then who knows what Andrei would have done to me back at his house that day?
It’s karma, pure and simple.
And it makes me laugh.
I can’t stop laughing, not even as Mikhail scoops me up into his arms, his blood-stained hands leaving red marks behind on my dress, and carries me out of the club. No one stops us.
I don’t stop laughing as he sets me in the car. I don’t stop laughing as he starts the car.
And I don’t stop laughing all the way home.
Chapter
Sixteen
SOFIYA
My laughter finally abates when Mikhail sets me down on our bed.
“Are you all right?” he asks. Mikhail isn’t the most emotional man. Usually, his expressions range from stern to lustful. But right now, he’s looking at me with concern, showing me he does care for me.
