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picked a woman yet? Or one hasn’t been picked for you?”

Anastasia’s soft question had Roman’s hand clenching tighter around the steering wheel. He hadn’t expected that from her. The word choice suggested that maybe her involvement with Dima allowed her insight on bratva men and their way of life. He didn’t dare to indulge her curiosity, if that’s why she brought it up.

With an arm dangling out of the rolled-down window, and a lit joint between his lips, he reveled in the smell of the heavy smoke filling the interior of the car. It clung to the air between them, every breath dragging into his lungs tasted like weed and expensive leather.

He might have offered her a hit, but he wasn’t in the mood to share. And shit, hadn’t his good deed for the day been enough?

She was there.

“No,” he eventually said, offering nothing more.

The way her mouth opened to say something else had Roman rolling his gaze toward the window at his left. She kept trying to get him to talk—he didn’t have shit to say.

“You’re just ... doing whatever with whoever, whenever, then?”

“Something like that.”

“You’re lucky. You do what you want and go wherever you like. Free.”

Her tone had dipped from sadness to almost dreamy. It made Roman’s throat tight—people always assumed that his life was easy. He walked on water while they drowned. He imagined what a life like that would look like.

“What makes you think I’m free?” he mumbled under his breath.

She still heard him loud and clear.

“You are Demyan Avdonin’s son.”

“And?”

“Come on, don’t play stupid. Dima wouldn't shut up about you—the Prince of New York, he said. He tried to laugh it off, said you were just a spoiled brat with too much control who hasn’t grown up yet, but—”

Roman’s gaze cut to her, the fire burning bright enough to stop her words instantly. “What else?”

Her throat bobbed. “I—”

“What else? He must have said something else—you said it, not me. So, what else?”

“Nothing.”

Roman didn’t believe that for a second. He was, however, fine with letting her drop the conversation if she was finally going to shut up. Fuck Dima. That piece of shit wouldn’t last a month in New York with Roman to contend with on the streets. Better men than him had already tried.

And failed.

Anastasia fiddled with the sleeves of her dress, silent in her thoughts and unaware that Roman had turned his gaze back on her. He could have said a lot about her assumptions regarding his life—it was just easier for someone to see him from an outside perspective and judge or believe what they wanted.

But ...

Fuck.

His shoulders ached sometimes. From the expectations he knew his people kept hanging around his neck like a noose, and the responsibility of his position. He worried more often than not that he was an embarrassment for the men who shared his last name, and he wondered if his mother wished she had raised him differently.

God knew ...

Claire tried.

With him, she tried really hard.

His half-sister, Vera, was perfect in every way, and he was at the other end of that rainbow. She certainly hadn’t put their parents through the kind of shit he had over the years.

Still was, honestly.

The burden of not having turned out quite the way his parents pictured his life—or so he believed—kept Roman in a state of constant limbo. Numb because he was who he was, and he liked that person, but also just distant enough from the people who loved him that he hoped it hurt them less to see him this way. He never swung too much one way or the other; he stayed right in the middle, unwilling to figure out how to fix it.

Or if he wanted to.

When his family looked at him, did they see their legacy in ruin—was that all they saw?

“What’s on your mind?”

Anastasia’s voice broke through his thoughts. A throb at the back of his head reminded him why he didn’t like females for more than a quick fuck—they never stopped talking.

Roman’s stare cut her way. “Let’s get something clear, otherwise, at the next stoplight, I’m kicking your ass out of this car.”

She sucked in a fast breath.

He didn’t wait for her to respond before adding, “We’re not here to talk. I’m taking you to my shop, and then you go on your way. Disappear. I don’t need to see you again. I don’t want to.”

Cold, yes.

But it was the truth.

At least, he was a decent enough man to offer her that. He couldn’t say much else for the rest, though.

She sat with her long legs crossed, and her fingers tangling and untangling in her lap, the nervous actions making him more and more unsettled as the quiet seconds ticked on. He didn’t care where she went or what she would have to do to get back home after this. Wherever her home was. He just wanted to wash his hands of her.

“I really am grateful to you,” Anastasia whispered. “If I didn’t leave with you ... he would never have let me go.”

Roman groaned in response. He didn’t need her gratitude. He just wanted to be left alone.

“And you didn’t have to do this for me, except you still did. I know the asshole act is just to make it clear where we stand—and I do. You know, but maybe you’re not the man you keep telling yourself you are, Roman Avdonin.”

Or maybe he was exactly that man.

She didn't have the first clue.

Roman whipped his face around to look at her. “You don’t fucking know me.”

His voice and expression should have been cold enough for her to get the hint and shut the fuck up. His respect for her dared to notch up when Anastasia tipped her chin upward slightly, and stared him down, unafraid.

“No, I don’t—someday, someone will, though. And when that happens, what will you do then?”

The words hit him right in the chest.

She didn’t know ...

Couldn’t.

But that terrified him.

The only thing that did.

• • •

Roman hadn’t noticed the phone that

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