#Chapter143
Laughing spitefully. /"I’m not yours, Alexei./" Mocking his name.
His grip falters but his eyes held that menacing death gaze that could take a giant six feet under. /"What did you say?/"
/"I have ended things between us so it’s high time you accept that I am not yours and let me the fuck go./"
/"If I can’t have you Rosie, no one else will./"
/"You killed my bodyguards, ruined my favourite restaurant and you dare kidnap me to God knows where. What do you think this is, a fucking bloodbath carnival? Do you know what you’ve done, this means war to my family and your people./" What was he thinking? My family will not take this likely with him or the Russians?