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hands rubbed all over your bare body, Tati?” he growls. It sends a shiver of fear down my spine.
    “No, I did not,” I admit.
    Shame as I have never felt before fills me and my eyes water.
    I am a horrible person. I let men touch me for money and now Kirill knows. I once was only his—pure, except for his touch. But I am no longer so. I can’t even add up how many men have touched me, how many I have flirted with and danced for, how many I have rubbed against.
    I have told myself all of these years that it has been for Kiska, to provide for her; but now, for the first time, I feel like a whore.
    “You looked like you enjoyed it. I wonder how would you feel if it were my hands?”
    “Don’t,” I sob, afraid of what’s to come.
    His eyes are so dark, so cold, so harsh looking. Gone are the warm, gray eyes that looked into my soul and knew me all those years ago. He is a man now, a hardened man.
    “You fear me?” he asks as if this is a surprise.
    Kirill’s hand is around my throat and his dark eyes are looking at me with complete distain. Of course I fear him . He is completely terrifying in this moment. He is not the same person. Then again, neither am I.
    “Please, don’t hurt me,” I beg. His hand tightens, cutting off my air supply as his jaw tenses before he completely lets me go and takes a step back.
    “I should kill you right here and right now,” he warns.
    I don’t respond to his threat. I’m too damn scared he’ll follow through.
    Agent Green said he was a killer, that he was dangerous. I believed him; but after years of recalling the love he showed me, I wondered how I could believe such horrible things about him.
    Now I know.
    It has always been in him. My sub-conscious must have known. Scared, young, and pregnant, I followed my gut, no matter how badly my heart ached and broke.
    “Get the fuck in the car,” he barks.
    Against my better judgement, I do as he orders. The last bus has already run. Unless I want to walk home, I have no other choice but to get into Kirill’s car.
    “Where are you taking me?” I ask once he starts the engine of his luxury car. I don’t know the brand, but I can tell that it is plush. The seats feel supple and smooth under my fingers.
    “To that shit-hole you call home,” he grunts.
    “What is happening?” I ask in confusion.
    “I’m not letting you out of my sight again, Tati. You have some fucking explaining to do, and I’m not going anywhere until I hear it all,” he announces.
    I look down at my hands, my eyes focusing on my duffle bag at my feet. I do have explaining to do. A shit ton . A decade’s worth.
    I thought I would have more time until I had to come clean. I thought that I would have time to formulate what I wanted to tell him, how I wanted to present myself. But I don’t; and for whatever reason, he thinks I died. I’m so confused and baffled. Completely and totally baffled.
    “You can’t come inside,” I say in a panic once he pulls up in front of my building.
    “Yes, I can,” he announces.
    “No, really, you can’t,” I plead.
    “I know about the girl—my daughter,” he informs me. I gasp.
    “You were following me. Us ,” I say. He nods.
    I reach out and slap him, unable to control myself. He scared the ever loving shit out of me. His hand wraps around my wrist and he squeezes.
    “You ever hit me again, Tati, and I will hit you back. Consider that your one freebie,” he warns, his voice low and menacing.
    “You scared me,” I whimper as his fingers tighten on my wrist and he forces my hand down.
    “You knew?” he asks, confusion clear on his features.
    “Of course, I knew. I know what it’s like to be stalked and watched,” I admit. His eyes search my face.
    I give him nothing. Absolutely nothing. The ass.
    “Who has stalked you?” he demands fiercely.
    I wish I could just tell him, give him the answer, but I can’t. I don’t know his intentions, but I do know that he isn’t back because he’s found me and