Stolen By The Bratva King (NYC Russian Royals #2)

Chapter 16

16

Leon

I watch Emery’s beautiful face fall and squeeze my hand into a fist, digging my nails into my palm.

Friday can’t come soon enough.

I’ll watch her, ensure she’s safe, and chase away all her problems for the remainder of the week. Then, I’ll remove the most significant obstacle on the wedding day.

I zoom the camera until it frames Emery’s tearful face. She looks so defeated, so broken, and I can’t stand it.

“Don’t worry,” I say, touching the screen with my thumb as though I’m wiping her tears away. “No one will hurt you ever again, I swear.”