Page 138 of The Enemy Protector
“Now we prepare for war.”
“We could just handle it.”
“Was it the Ghost?” I ask.
It’s the question that’s been bouncing around in my head since I got the call.
“I don’t know,” Kirill answers. “If we don’t get a hit on the fingerprints and dental records, possibly.”
Relief. Did she kill the notorious hitman with a body count that instills fear in men all around the world?
Pride swells.
“I’ll be indisposed the rest of the night. If there’s something important, come get me.”
“If she took out the Ghost, you know she just elevated her status,” he says.
I hear the pride in his voice as well.
“Let me know.”
I head back upstairs.
Yuri is becoming a problem I need to solve. She doesn’t want me to kill him, but I can’t stand by and wait for him to kill her.
This is something I’ll have to deal with. She’ll be pissed, but she’ll be alive.
The light on the nightstand is off when I return to the room. I go into the bathroom and wash up. I strip naked and cross the room. I slide in behind her naked body.
She immediately wiggles her ass against me. I pull her against me, inhaling the scent of her.
"Petrov," she says. Not a question. She already worked it out.
"Yes."
"He's been handled."
"Yes."
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“We’re going to talk about this tomorrow,” I tell her.
“Yuri is going to kill me.”
“No, he’s not.”
“What if—” she pauses. “What if it’s my father?”
“It’s not. Not this time. Petrov confirmed it was Yuri.”
Her body relaxes. “Okay.”
I press a tender kiss to her bruised cheek.
"It won't happen again, princess," I say.
She's quiet for a beat.
