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and the funny thing about it was I didn’t want to leave in the end. I had a blast hanging out with the girls, and Tina had invited me down to her boutique to do some dress shopping. She promised that ninety percent of her garments were reasonably priced, with the other 10 percent being exorbitant purely because they were shipped from Italy.

The girls were lovely, and I couldn’t remember the last time I connected with a group of people as quickly as I had them. I promised I would come down with Nas and check out Safira’s Boutique.

Was tomorrow too soon?

Chapter Forty-Seven

Mina

They say all good things must come to an end, and I was afraid our good thing was close to breaching the safety barrier.

It happened three days later when I had just walked into the house to hear Lev let out an animalistic roar from the kitchen. My heart pounded and I rushed over to him.

I found my him hunched over the kitchen table in his sweats and tank, looking about ready to break the table in half.

“Sweetie,” I asked cautiously. “What’s wrong?”

It was then that I noticed a piece of paper scrunched in his fisted palm. He breathed so hard that his chest heaved. I took another careful step forward, placing a hand on his back. “Baby?”

His eyes closed and he rumbled out, “Igor Alkaev wants custody of Lidiya.” He let out a long breath. “He’s taking me to court.”

My brow furrowed. “On what grounds?”

Lev barked out, “I don’t fucking know, Mina. Shit. When are they going to leave me the fuck alone already?”

I tried not to take his anger personally. I knew he wasn’t angry at me, after all. “Have you called your lawyer?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and muttered a cold, “No. I want to talk to Igor.”

“I’m coming with you,” I told him, and I was not asking.

Lev shook his head. “No. I’m going alone.”

I didn’t want to be the voice of reason, but if I didn’t take that role, who would? “Sweetie, you know how you get when you’re angry. You can go a little cuckoo,” I uttered quietly. “Let me come. I won’t say a word. Just let me be there for you.”

Yeah, okay, let’s be honest. I was worried that Lev might kill the asshole.

I came up behind him and placed my hands on his hips, leaning in to press my body to his, kissing the center of his spine. “Let me come, baby. Please. I’ll stay out of the way. I promise.”

He turned in my arms and looked down at me. “I don’t want you out of the way. I want you safe, here with Lidiya.”

I blinked up at him. “And if it were me, would you let me go alone?”

His brow furrowed. “Of course not.”

“And that’s why I’m coming with you,” I stated.

Although Lev didn’t like it, he conceded, and we made a quick stop to Nastasia’s where Lev called Sasha, and then we were on our way to the Alkaev residence.

I pitied the fool.

Igor Alkaev answered the door, and I had to admit he didn’t look at all as I pictured him. I imagined a short, rotund man with a bulging belly, dark hair, and maybe a beard. What I got was a tall, slim man with greying blond hair, a sharp nose, cold dark eyes, and a constant expression of distaste.

Igor showed us inside without a word and told his apparently voiceless wife, Vera, to bring in some coffee. She left without a word and Igor smirked. “So, you got the letter, I see.”

Lev was too tightly strung to sit. Instead, he stood by my side as I sat on the leather lounge. “I did. I want to know what the hell you’re thinking, Igor, because you’re not getting my daughter. I had two long years without her, and I’ll be damned if I give her up now.”

Igor watched Lev closely. “You’ve changed,” he stated. “Something is different about you. I can’t put my finger on it. You’re”—his brows rose—“poised or something.”

Lev grunted. “Tell me what you want.”

I watched both men carefully. I had pepper spray in my bag and I was not afraid to use it. I was no shrinking violet when my loved ones were involved.

Igor sniffed. “You have nothing I want, Leokov.” His face shuttered. “Not anymore.”

Lev gritted his teeth. “You’re not getting another dime from me, not ever again.”

The older man’s face blazed bright red. “My daughter is dead, you imbecile. You impregnated