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She laughs lightly, “I knew I had secret bodyguards but I never expected you. I don’t know what to say. That screams creepy stalker but for some reason, I feel special.”
“You are special and I’m Bratva. It’s what we do.”
“Maybe two or three weeks ago Kira reached out to me, and we started talking again. Her and Trish invited me out and we fell into our old habits. I don’t have many friends and I hate to admit it, but I really wanted her forgiveness.”
“For something you didn’t do?”
“I did have an affair with him.”
“Unknowingly.”
“Still.”
“Well we know her motive for wanting to harm you. Do you think Trish is involved?”
“No, at least I don’t’ think so.”
“Is Kira knowledgeable in hacking and software programming?”
“No, but she has an on and off fuckship with her Russian bodyguard, Ivan. I remember her bragging how he hacked into some heavily secured building. I wasn't really listening.”
Dread and rage engulf me, but I brace myself and ask, “Becca, tell me the truth, did my roughness cause you trauma?”
Her eyes widen. “Because of him? No! Please don’t think that. I saw Veronica’s text and it made me suspicious and insecure. I didn't want to be just another Veronica.”
“You aren’t. You are so much more.”
She hesitates. “Niko, I’ve never said this in all of my twenty-eight years, so if you make fun of me or tease me, beware, because you will lose your balls.”
I laugh at her threat, grateful because there’s my Becca. I jut out my little finger, “Pinky promise.”
“Your dick will be the size of your pinky if you so much as chuckle. Don’t even smile!”
But I do smile, “Then stop being adorable.”
“I can’t help it.” She bites her bottom lip and I groan.
“Fuck, woman. Okay.” My voice turns serious and I take her hand in mine. “Really, tell me.”
“It’s more of a question.”
“There’s very little I won’t do for you.”
She smiles shyly, “Will you be my boyfriend?”
Chapter Nine
Niko
My heart doubles in size and I swear it’s going to burst out of my chest. Fuck if she doesn’t bowl me over.
“Niko? Are you crying?”
I swipe at a tear and my neck heats. “You didn’t say I couldn’t get emotional.”
“You’re emotional?”
“Of course I am!”