Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“We got to feel the first kick together,” she whispered and rested her forehead on my chest. For long moments, we just stood there, and I could have gotten lost in this moment, just letting myself forget about everything except how good Tatiana felt in my arms.
She was the one to pull back and tipped her head, her gaze catching mine. Fuck… there it was—that connection I’d never felt with any other person in my life. And since I gave in to my girl and said fuck it, that connection had only deepened.
We broke apart and finished making dinner, and once we were seated and ready to eat, all I could do was stare at her and smile as she plated spaghetti and meatballs. Her wedding ring caught the light, and my cock jerked at the sight of that diamond.
It meant she was mine.
It had been an intimate ceremony in the heart of Italy with only our closest family in attendance. We’d decided to honeymoon for a month, starting out by spending half the time in Sicily and then using the remaining time traveling the Russian countryside.
It was a reminder that, despite the darkness in our lives, there was still beauty to be found when we had each other. And seeing how happy she was when we were away from the toxicity of the real world in which we lived, I made a vow to take her traveling frequently.
But even now, as happy as I was that Tatiana was mine and knowing she’d have our first child before we even knew it, I couldn’t ignore all the bullshit brewing on the horizon where the Bratva, Cosa Nostra, and Carmine were concerned.
We still hadn’t gotten concrete proof of him and The Stygian Syndicate being connected to each other, but we were getting closer. We wanted to make sure we had all our shit in place to take Carmine down.
The fragile alliance between the Bratva and Cosa Nostra wasn’t about to be ripped away because of some selfish, arrogant motherfucker.
We ate, and the natural flow of conversation filled the space between us. I listened to her tell me how her day went and had a perpetual smile on my face just hearing the soft lilt of her voice. I couldn’t help but be struck by how surreal this all felt.
Fuck, I thought. I—a goddamn piece-of-shit villain in my own story—had caused so much death and destruction in my life. Yet, here I was. With her. With a family on the way. And damn… getting my happily ever after like I was a damn fairy-tale princess.
“I don’t deserve this,” I whispered to myself.
I thought it had been barely audible, but when Tatiana frowned and sat back in her chair, I knew she’d heard my admission.
I saw the way her eyes filled with the kind of love I never thought I’d see directed at me. But she would never love me at the level that I loved her. Not even close. My feelings for her went so far beyond normal and rational that I was a fucking obsessed stalker for Tatiana.
“Yes, you do,” she finally said, but there was a firmness in her voice that had me chuckling.
I didn’t argue because I loved hearing her sweet words toward me. I didn’t say shit, and instead, I rose, lifted her easily and sat back down, pulling her onto my lap. As I looked at her, I felt a wave of disbelief once again.
How had I, a man covered in ink to hide my scars, who bathed in the blood of my enemies, ended up being the luckiest fucking bastard in the world?
I took her hand in mine, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin against me, and knew one thing for certain. I’d burn the world down to keep this. To keep her.
But first, I was going to take her to our room, strip her naked, and rememorize every inch of her body with my tongue before I slid my cock deep into her tight, little pussy. If she wasn’t already pregnant, I would have gotten her knocked up tonight.
I stood then and held her close as I strode down the hall. I laid her on our bed and spread her thighs wide to get to work at the best fucking job in the world. Making my wife come.
The End.