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traditions, but I want to put the cake in their freezer just in case they want it for their first wedding anniversary. It will taste gross by then, but it’s the meaning that counts.
    I don’t know if Elaina wants me to save anything else. Perhaps I’ll send Vivian and Mishka down here to see what they think. Surely Viktor’s grandmother and mother should know what he would want to keep or if there’s anything that they would want. With that, I grab the platter and make my way to the tent exit.
    I pass a striking man on my way out of the tent. I’m not familiar with him, but he’s in a navy suit so he must have just blended in with the others. The invites said black and grey suits only, but clearly he didn’t get that memo.
    “Excuse me.” I nod politely and he steps to the side a little for me to pass through the open doorway. He barely gives me a large enough area to squeeze by without hitting him, but I make it by anyway.
    “Sabrina.” He nods briefly and my name spilling from his lips takes me by surprise, enough so that I pause.
    “Yes?” I squint, running my eyes over his features, slower this time. “Do I know you? I apologize but I don’t recognize you.”
    I’ve met many people over the years when I’d go out to dinner or wherever with my father. I can’t remember three quarters of them or their faces when I think of it. I was always in my own little bubble, daydreaming about something, reading a good book or worrying about what my sister was planning for me next.
    “No ma’am, you do not know me, but I know you.” He shifts, partially blocking my exit. His voice is Russian with a slow southern twang to it. I’d guess he’s used to being in Russia but when he comes to America, he only visits the deep south.
    I raise my brows to him, my stomach tightening and go to move past, when he catches my arm tightly. The platter wobbles slightly, the cutlery inside clinking.
    “Excuse me!”
    He leans in close enough to my ear to growl out a threat. “You make a sound and I will have my men open fire on all these lovely guests out front. I’ve been waiting for you.”
    “Are you crazy? Now let go of my arm and you will live.” I can’t help the entitled rich girl coming out; I’m too used to having my father or Nikoli by my side to handle any repercussions.
    It didn’t happen often, but occasionally a boy would get a little too brave, and one of them would step in quickly to school the fellow on acceptable manners. I guess I really have been sheltered more than I’d like to admit.
    The man chuckles, amused, his deep timbre causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. The hairs on the back of my neck stand as he grips me even tighter—definitely not the response I was expecting. Doesn’t my voice sound serious at all? I probably sound like a pissed off squirrel.
    “You’re hurting me; please stop!” I whimper, tightly holding onto the platter so I won’t drop it.
    “Oh Sabrina…I’ve only just begun to hurt you,” the man whispers cryptically before my head goes fuzzy. I think I hear the plate crash, but all I feel for sure is the strong pinch at my side and the immense feeling of wanting to sleep.
    “Nikoli?” I desperately cry out.
    “You don’t belong here beauty, you belong to someone else. No more hiding from him.” I’m thrown over his shoulder and everything goes black.
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    You know those times you wish you could go back? You think why didn’t I scream or kick and thrash to free myself? There was a small window of opportunity when I probably could have gotten loose. If I had dropped the platter and taken off in a sprint when he first said my name, there’s a slight chance I’d have gotten away—at least far enough so I could have screamed and gotten someone to help me.
    But that’s the problem with getting too comfortable, especially when you’re involved with the Mafiya, because when it comes down to it, no one’s ever safe.
    NIKOLI
    “Well, shall we get the