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grabbed the gun, and squeezed the trigger. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. She snapped the trigger again and again in quick succession until a bullet hit his leg and he stumbled and fell down.  
    His cell-phone stun gun dropped from his hand and skittered across the floor.  
    “You fucking beetch,” he swore. He cradled his leg, and she kept the gun trained on him.
    “Drop gun!” a new voice yelled from the doorway.  
    Another Russian man, also dressed in a black delivery uniform, entered the shop. This one had a gun. Inna bet he was a much better shot than she.  
    The second intruder pointed his gun at Vlad’s prone body. Vlad groaned again. She could barely swallow against her fear for him. He was vulnerable, utterly defenseless. She wasn’t a good enough shot to fight both intruders off with whatever bullets were left and save Vlad.
    Knowing he had her attention, the man said, “Put down gun and come vit me, or I shoot him dead.”  
    She believed him.
    Hands shaking and cold, she slid her gun onto the counter.

NICK
    NICK SAT IN the coffee shop across the street from Koslovsky Imports and struggled to regroup and recover from the tangle of emotions Inna evoked, the deep yearning, the bone-deep conflict.  
    He didn’t understand the immediate connection he felt with her, a connection he had no business feeling.  
    Nick’s whole life had been molded by Artur’s betrayal. He had grown up in the shadow of loss, a grieving that never ended for the family he had lost and a childhood crippled by the gnawing fear that Mimi and he would be sent back to Russia if anyone discovered their deception.
    He had finally found Artur Gregorovich after all of these years. Justice was in his reach. He would see Artur exposed for the monster he was and brought to justice in the country that had unknowingly embraced the man and his pretty lies, as Nick’s mother had.
    But what about Inna? With only one look, she had slipped past all of his defenses and touched his soul.  
    He couldn’t use her to ruin her own father. He couldn’t walk away from her either.  
    She had tried, politely, to send him away. Thank you, but … But what? Surely she couldn’t have looked into his eyes and found him wanting. Not when his feelings for her were so strong and overwhelming. Didn’t she feel their connection, too?  
    Inna had been through a lot in the last few days. A better man would respect her wishes, give her space. Yet, his whole heart rebelled at the thought of abandoning her to her evil father and the menacing goon with a gun.  
    Did Inna have any clue who her father really was or how he ruined innocent lives?
    Nick didn’t have to stretch his imagination to think that what had happened to Inna the other night at the nightclub was related to her father’s crimes. She was the latest casualty, another good person hurt in the wake of Gregorovich’s deceit.
    I love you, too, Papa , he had heard her say.How could she love such a monster?She couldn’t possibly know the truth. Gregorovich undoubtedly kept her in the dark, deceiving her the way he’d deceived Nick’s mother.
    He glanced in the direction of Koslovsky Imports, his thoughts full of Inna and her beautiful dark hair and soulful eyes. And there she was. In the street. In the drizzling rain without a coat. Without her formidable bodyguard.
    She was walking to the back of a delivery truck next to a man in a black uniform. He couldn’t see what was happening clearly, but the scene struck him as wrong. He couldn’t say how, but he knew. With every fiber of his being, he knew. Inna was in trouble. Not sparing the time to grab his coat, he dashed for the door.
    “Call the police,” he instructed the cashier. Then he sprinted into the street, dodging past cars.
    He saw the gun in the man’s hand as he approached.  
    Nick was fit, but from running, not body building. He had never been a fighter, not physically anyway. The kidnapper outweighed him by a good thirty