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“Oh, she’s the Pakhan’s wife. A woman who took back her power, and mutilated a ton of dicks across Russia.”

I could get behind someone like that. “She sounds interesting.”

“Wait until you meet her,” Valentina gushed.

“I-I’m meeting her?”

Valentina nodded. “Of course. You’re my sister from another mister and missus. You’ve got to meet her, silly.”

“If you say so.” Agreeable. That’s what I needed to be.

I don’t know who I am, and I don’t think I care enough to find out.

I turned toward Benedikt, watching him grow frustrated from his shooting.

Pliant.

Agreeable.

Submissive.

These words echoed in my mind, as I watched my new obsession cuss at himself, and wave his gun around like a maniac. Despite having only one eye, he was attractive. Plus, he didn’t need both of his eyes for me to sit on his face.

Maybe I could distract myself from my unknown future with him. I took my eyes off him, and stared up into the sky at the sun. I wish I could be free. From what? I don’t know. But free anyway, from the chains I couldn’t see.

That was my one wish.

CHAPTER THREE

Ialways feel like somebody’s watching me.The tune whispered through my mind, as I felt mymalen'kiy angelstaring at me from across the deck. She had my interest. The more I knew about someone, the easier it was to manipulate them.

What had she suffered at the hands of that fucking Mikhail?

If I could resurrect him and kill him all over again, I would. I didn’t look over at her, but I knew she was staring at me. I missed the next shot and cussed out loud to myself. Her eyes pierced me.

We played a silent game, until finally I’d had enough and stomped below deck. I grabbed the closest Vodka, and drank straight from the bottle. This was going to be my friend, while I hunted down a computer.

I knew there was one with Roman.

It seemed like he was cut from the same cloth as his father, Alexie. He should have a laptop somewhere in his room. I could find more information about Isadora. I needed to know what family she belonged to. I wasn’t giving her back, but maybe I could keep her, with a small deal on the side. There wassomething I couldn’t put my finger on that made me want to know more about her.

Starting with the natural way her white streaks looked in her hair. I thought at first it was dye, but now I was second-guessing that. Maybe it was natural, and I wanted to know how that was possible.

I crept into Roman’s room, satisfied when no one was there. Roman must’ve been with the soldiers, and Valentina was still on the deck with Isadora. Mymalen'kiy angel. She set my blood on fire. I needed to get her out of my veins.

Know thy enemy; a life lesson that was proven to get me through. I stole the secondary, smaller laptop Roman had sitting on his dresser. He didn’t need two of them. I headed back to my room on the deck below.

I searched through the database, and struggled to find much information on Isadora. Frustrated, I made a call.

“Why are you calling?” Viktor growled into the receiver.

I heard a shy giggle in the background, and his voice dropped into an indescribable murmur.

“I need some information about a girl on the ship.”

“Which one?” He sighed.

“All I have to go on is that her name is Isadora. She’s young-”