I don’t deserve him, neither his kindness nor his protection. Not after I lied to him for the sake of the man he calls a mudak,whatever the hell that means. From context, I’d guess nothing good.
Then I remember what he said at Brad’s place.
“Last time. Last f*****g time I let him live.”
“Please,” I whisper. “Just promise me you won’t kill him.”
Yulian’s jaw flexes. He’s displeased with me, I can tell. But he gives me a curt nod anyway. “I’ll call my friend.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Anything for you.”
I lift my head. He lowers his, lashes at half-mast, lips parted. He’s so f*****g gorgeous, and I’m— I’m nothing.
But I still want him.
I lean in for a kiss. Because I’m weak, because I’m awful—a liar and a cheat and the worst person in the universe.
But right now, I
