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381 pages, Paperback
Published September 14, 2022
I have to find out who I am without Viktor. Without my family. I have to search my emotions and make sure what I feel for Viktor isn’t Stockholm syndrome. I have to deal with the grief and guilt. I have to do this for myself.
“You’re mine,” I say with determination. “I might let you go the day after tomorrow, but you’re mine, Rosalie. I’ll give you all the time you need, and when you’re ready, you’ll come back to me.”
When she’s standing in front of me, I gesture at the stars tattooed on my shoulders. “I have them tattooed right above my knees as well. It means, as the head of the bratva, I don’t kneel before anyone.”
“Okay,” she murmurs, looking a little confused.
Then I drop down to my knees in front of her. It takes a moment for Rosalie to realize what I’m trying to say.
“I’ll only kneel before you, moya Malen'kaya Roza. You have the power of the bratva and the Priesthood behind you. Never hesitate to use it if you find yourself in trouble.”
Viktor dips the barrel of his gun in the bowl of blessed water and slowly signs the cross as his eyes drift over everyone until they stop on me.
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“Who laid a hand on her?”
I stalk back to where the priest is standing, horror etched onto his face.
“Kneel,” I bark to the priest who dared to fucking pronounce them husband and wife.
Against Rosalie’s will.
He drops to his knees, and as he begins to sign the cross, I press the barrel of my gun to his head. “Please,” he begs.
“I’m a sinner, Father. You’ll find no mercy with me.” I pull the trigger and watch as his head snaps back before he slumps down.
Glaring at Parisi, I mutter, “Now I’m satisfied.”
I step forward and let a drop of blood fall next to Luca’s, then lick the tiny wound on my thumb as I step away.



It doesn’t matter where you run to, Little Rose, I’ll always find you.”
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