Free Brie’s City of Angels (Submissive in Love, #6) by Red Phoenix Page A

happened? Stephanie, that girl you saved, just told the world who you are and what you did.”
    “Titov specifically told her and her family to remain silent. Why would she do this?” he growled.
    “I’m not sure, but I think it might be a case of hero-worship. This girl’s going on and on about how you saved her from the bad guys. Luckily, the only substantial information I’ve been able to glean from the internet is your name and your main residence in Moscow. Get ready, though—the phone is about to start ringing off the hook.”
    Rytsar snorted. “No, the landline was destroyed in the fire, radost moya . They will not be able to reach me, and only those I trust have this number.”
    “What if you get in trouble because of this.”
    “The girl knows little,” he assured her. “Titov spoke to her extensively before they left the Motherland. Besides, without a body or witnesses, there is no crime. Do not fret—you will not be tied to this.”
    “That’s right, you don’t know! They’ve already associated you with my documentary.”
    Rytsar sounded amused rather than upset. “You Americans and your fascination with the men of Mother Russia.”
    “This isn’t a laughing matter!”
    He lowered his voice, speaking calmly to her. “I do not foresee it being an issue for you—I will ensure it.”
    “What about you?”
    “Huh! If something were to befall me, I would not alter the course of my actions. I am at peace, Radost Moya. There is no reason to be concerned.”
    Brie’s lip trembled with emotion when she confessed, “I couldn’t handle if anything to happen to you.”
    “It won’t.”
    Not willing to end their phone call and still wanting to know about his past, Brie prodded hesitantly, “Rytsar?”
    “ Da? ”
    “Can I ask you what happened to Tatyana?
    The phone went silent.
    “Rytsar?”
    He whispered softly to himself, “Tatyana…” as if simply hearing her name had flooded him with images and memories. “Yes, radost moya , I will tell you of her.”
    Brie turned off the TV and wrapped the blanket around her, chilled by the haunted tone of his voice.
    “I wouldn’t have known her if it weren’t for Titov. We were comrades, he and I, growing up in Moscow. The two of us got into many scrapes together.” He chuckled to himself. “You wouldn’t believe the numerous whippings I suffered under my father’s belt because of our mischief—all worth it.”
    Brie giggled, imagining the little hellion Rytsar must have been.
    “But as often as I hung around Titov, I never really noticed his little sister until she turned sixteen. I’d been invited over for dinner one evening and she greeted me at the door. It was then that I was confronted by those dangerously arched eyebrows and blossoming curves.” He grunted with pleasure at the memory. “It was as if a light bulb had suddenly been switched on and I was consumed by only one thought: MINE !”
    “However, Tatyana told everyone she was saving herself for the right man. She purposely ignored me, inviting the chase. But I was content to bide my time, in no particular hurry to settle down just yet.”
    He growled. “It wasn’t long after that Titov started running with a different crowd—people I refused to associate with. I warned him, but he was young and foolish, full of ambition. He and I went our separate ways, but I never forgot about Tatyana. I knew she was waiting for me to claim her.”
    “On her eighteenth birthday he came banging on my door, shouting that Tatyana had gone missing. We found out that one of his new ‘comrades’ had fucked up and gotten into serious trouble. He needed to turn a quick profit to survive it, so he kidnapped Tatyana and sold her to a foreign buyer. We beat the information out of the maggot, only to miss rescuing her by mere minutes— minutes !”
    A tear ran down Brie’s cheek at the thought of the young woman being kidnapped and raped repeatedly, believing she’d been forsaken, never knowing