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just how frightened she was of him until he got closer and realized that her entire body was shaking. What did Agostotell her? The truth, probably.

Dmitry’s large body completely overshadowed Royal’s, dwarfing her existence in the corner. His size, his presence, his past all scared Royal speechless. She thought of the dead bloody woman and her heart nearly stopped. Revving back, she launched the knife into his arm as he reached for her.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from me!”

“Shit!” Dmitry said, grabbing his arm. The knife stuck out of his bicep muscle.

Royal tried to run past him, but he snatched the knife out of one arm and grabbed her with the other. Fighting, she tried to kick away from him, but he picked her up off the ground. He held her against her will close to him andcarried her back upstairs. She screamed as he did, begging for help. Grabbing the staircase banister, she tried to hold on, but he ripped her away from it.

The bodyguards stood at the foot of the stairwell downstairs watching on as he took her upstairs passed them. They were all unsure of what he would do to her considering the blood pouring down his arm.

None of them had ever seen Dmitryinteract with a woman on this level. No one had ever seen him argue with a woman ever.

Royal screamed as loud as she could and reached out for the men to help her as Dmitrycarried her against her will, but they ignored her pleas. As much as they adored her, they knew their orders and their places.

If Dmitry chose to take her upstairs and kill her, it would be none of their business. The most that they would be responsible for was getting rid of the body.

Dmitry carried her crying and kicking to their bedroom again and slammed the door. Setting her down on the ground, he locked the door. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she tried to run to the bathroom. He grabbed her quickly. Upset and scared, she tried to slap him, but he caught her arm.

“Stop it,” he said sternly. “Stop it right now. I won’t have any more of this. You’ve gone mad!” He released her.

“I’ve gone mad?” Royal asked, pointing at herself. “I’m not the one who has…”

“Killed someone?” he interrupted. “I’m not the only murderer in this room – just the only one who does not judge.”

“I knew at some point you would use that against me.”

There was silence. He looked down at his arm.

“You killed your own brother’s wife? That explains why he’s so angry with you. Who would blame him?”

She could not let the subject go even if it meant her own death. She was baffled by the fact that he could keep something like that from her; deceive her with such disregard for her feelings.

“I didn’t want to do it,” he said,hitting the wall. A small painting fell on the ground and broke apart. Royal jumped, startled by his sudden anger.

“I know that she was my brother’s wife. That’s what hurts so bad. I had no choice.” He tried to explain.

“Then why did you?”

“She came to my bed after I found out about one of Ivan’s many side deals, and I was tempted by her and angry with him. And so,” he rubbed his forehead. “I slept with her.”

Royal eyedhim as he continued. Even in the middle of talking about a murder, she was mildly jealous of the thought of him being with another woman.

“I had been with her all that night. Then while I was sleeping in my own bed, she tries to kill me with a fucking knife. While I was fighting with her, the knife cut her up pretty bad. I finally put it to her neck thinking that it would calm her down, but she was insane. She pushed against it and spit at me as it sliced her neck.”

“You expect me to believe that she helped you kill her.”

“It’s the truth. No one believes me. She was insane.”

“So Ivan hates you for sleeping with his wife and then killing her, and he’s the bad guy?”

“Ivan ismost definitely the bad guy. He sent her to my bed to kill me. Evidently, his love didn’t run too deep – not for me – not for her.” He confessed it all without any need for probing. “My baby brother. The man that I had raised from a baby. I went after him. I was going to end this family feud for good, but while I was cutting his throat with the same knife Ari had used on me, he swore to me that she had acted alone.

“Normally, I would have finished the job just to be sure, but he was my brother and if there was a slim possibility of it being true, I could not risk it. So, even though I cut him, I took him to hospital. They said that he would be okay. And then I left and I came here. I could barely live with what I had done, even though it wasn’t my fault.”

“Is that why I’m in trouble? Why you wouldn’t marry me?”

“Yes. I am what I am. I held true to my code, because it was all that I had before I had you.”

“Besides murders connected to your immediate family, any others I should know about?”

Dmitry was silent and unwilling to answer that question.

So Royal continued. “And the girls aren’t yours?”

“No. You know that my mother was prostitute. I would never…”

“And the mafia?”

“In a matter of days, I will no longer be the head of the Vory v Zakone here.”

“Oh my God, Dmitry,” Royal said, shaking her head. “It’s true? You’re like some Don Corleone?”

“It’s overblown, trust me.”

Royal was completely flabbergasted, looking at him standing by the door with blood dripping down his arm and ruining the carpet. She had unknowingly hooked up with one of the largest organized crime bosses in the United States. What an idiot, she thought