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  “I will not tolerate that tone. Come here.” He pinches my chin so hard it will bruise and drags me to his face, lips crushing mine.

  When his tongue goes down my throat, I gag, punch, and kick but he just gets crazy. He tears at my hair, clamps onto my ass, and holds me tight against his erection. Finally, I squirm loose and thrust a knee up into his balls which causes him to let go.

  Even as he doubles over in pain, he laughs. “I can see we’ll match well in bed. Begin your warm ups.”

  As I circle around the rink, I gain speed, crossing leg over leg. Then, I prepare to jump, bend my knees, and launch into a double Axel. However, instead of digging my edge into the ice as I land, I let go and fall, spinning on my ass until the wall stops me.

  Breathing hard, I lay my head back on the cold, hard ice as Leonid rushes across the rink, cursing.

  My ankle throbs and for a moment, I wonder if I went too far and broke it.

  “You will skate, bitch.” When he demands I put weight on it, I limp so badly that I stumble and fall onto my knees.

  “Take me to a doctor, immediately or I call Father. Maybe I call American police with 911.” I’ve never before threatened Leonid and am shocked how fast he backs down.

  “Fine. Get off the ice. I’ll call a doctor.”

  While he’s on the phone, I glance down at mine, noticing a message waiting. After playback, I take a deep, shaky breath.

  The FBI says to call them back.

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