Chapter TEN

What the actual fuck?

Konstantin wasn’t sure whose corn flakes he’d pissed in, but the last few days had been unbelievable. He was still reeling from everything that had gone down.

How had he gone from being claimed by the most beautiful woman in the world, a female he wanted above all others, whose flesh he was dying to mark with his mating bite, to being locked up and kept away from her?

Motherfucking Ivanovich, that was how.

He’d been arrested, kept in holding for a day, and arraigned at the latest possible time. When his lawyer, one of the Tiger’s from the Jensen Pride whose members frequented The Stripe Club, often courting Konstantin to join them, had come to speak to him, he’d learned the truth behind the charges.