Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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"Jay Ottavia," the man said, holding his hand out to Ivan. "I've heard so much about you. Did you get my gift?"
I knew his voice well and it made me tremble. Not from fear, but from anger.
It was as if all those years of anger poured out of my soul. The only thing holding me back from choking the life out of that man was Ivan's hand was on my waist, pulling me closer to him.
He was unconsciously tightened his grip, only stopping when I nudged him with my elbow.
I tilted my head up to look at him, noticing how his eyes went cold. I could see the tendons popping out from him neck, anger barely contained.
I swallowed back my own anger even if it tasted bitter and cleared my mind.
I needed to be rational.
Ivan was as tense as a bull watching a red flag, the muscles in his jaw flexed as he blatantly ignored Jay's outstretched hand.
"Ivan," I called our softly. He didn't aknowledge me. I tilted his chin down, making him look at me. "It's okay."
"It's not." He growled. "That bastard—"
"Please. Calm down." I said, "for my sake. I'm okay. I can do this."
I turned around, Ivan's pushing me step forward even though I could feel his reluctance to do so.
Jay stood in front of me, dressed in a well cut jet black suit so dark it looked as if it had been cut from the shadows. The only color on him with a bright red hanker chief tucked into his breast pocket.
He was still handsome. Soft silky black hair, dangerous brown eyes, and a hard jaw line that would cause envy. As handsome as he was I didn't feel any sort of attraction to him. I just felt disgust. This man had made my life hell for an entire year and he had the audacity to stand in front of me so casually like he did nothing wrong. When I killed Zoya, I had felt remorse because I didn't have a choice. It was kill or be killed. But now, if I took Ivan's gun and pull a bullet between his intrusive eyes, I would have absolutely no regrets.
"Meera." Jay stopped just a couple of feet away from us, his shoes scraping against the marveled floors. "You're as beautiful as ever."
"Thank you." I said curtly, my tongue felt like sandpaper.
"You know, It's good manners to return a compliment."
"You want to talk to me about good manners, Jay? Please."
"Why are you so cold to me?" He asked. "Given our history, I thought that maybe you'd be glad to look at me."
I tightened my hands into fists by my sides. Ivan's hand was still on my lower back, grounding me. I wasn't alone. I'd never be again.
"What else could you expect?" I raised my eyebrow authoritatively. "It's not like I owe you anything."
He grinned. "You and I both know that's not true."
