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“Tonight was an interesting collection of events,” Viktor says in that overly calm way I normally fear.
Unable to filter myself, I push my brother’s hand away and point out, “I went to an approved location for my party. I didn’t dance on any tables or start any fights. Petra and I were very well behaved. Even when those officers handcuffed us, we didn’t start screaming for our lawyer or ask if people knew who our father was. We quietly waited for someone to fix the situation. So, I think we did a very commendable job, especially considering the amount of Jello shots we consumed under the supervision of our security team.”
Maks glances at our father to see if he has anything to say about my declaration. Our mother doesn’t smile, but her gaze shines with humor.
“They handcuffed you?” Viktor asks quietly, zeroing in on the offense against him.
My mother’s amusement falters but doesn’t fizzle out completely. “You shouldn’t have run off with the biker,” Katja insists as Maks stands too close and tries to intimidate me. “What if you had fallen off his motorcycle?”
“I held on very tight and told my brain to focus. It worked,” I say and smile at Maks before glancing at Leon. “Can I voice my praise over how you two exuded such calm intimidation tonight? I’ve never seen police officers squirm so much under the silent threats of two such handsome men. Your parents must be very proud.”
“Okay, I’ll just put it out in the open,” Maks mutters and glances at Leon. “I like her better when she’s drunk.”
“It’s late,” Viktor announces, and I feel his mind still focused on the handcuff part.
My father’s likely wondering why no one mentioned this fact to him earlier. He’s zeroing in on how those officers weren’t taking their women’s side as much as showing disrespect toward the Kovak Syndicate. The handcuff thing will likely lead to someone bloody and possibly dead.
However, I’m too buzzed to worry about such details. Tomorrow, I can feel guilty over the ugliness in the world.
Right now, the clock reads two in the morning. My brain feels loopy while my body hums with sexual satisfaction.
“Let’s take the elevator,” Katja suggests and gestures for me to walk toward her. “We don’t want you to lose your balance and fall.”
Hurrying to my mom, I wrap her in a hug. She’s startled by my sloppy affection. I feel her go rigid in my arms, but then she chuckles and hugs me back.
“I’m glad you had fun tonight.”
“I love Bear,” I whisper, and my voice echoes in the three-story foyer. “I’m so excited to marry him.”
While my mother helps maneuver my wobbly ass to the elevator, my father plots with my brothers.
I try to remember what happened after the police arrived. As they corralled my friends and sister outside, the officers faced off with my security team. I worried violence might break out. Petra seemed especially afraid.
That’s why I asked the security team to stand down. Even when the police handcuffed us and talked about pressing charges for assault, theft, and disturbing the peace, I wore a smile and refused to be baited into a fight.
Before I disappear inside my room, Katja offers me a lingering hug and praises me for remaining calm tonight. I smile like a goof, adoring her approval.
After the nanny leaves, I carefully crawl into my bed. The TV plays “Sesame Street” in the dark room. I peek over the sides of my mattress to the little beds below. Jacinda is completely hidden by her blanket. Hector sleeps on top of everything with one leg dangling over the side of his bed. I smile at my babies and think of how they’ll be in their own room in a few short weeks.
Sleep embraces me almost immediately. I only stir when Hector climbs into my bed around four and sleeps with me. After the sun is up, Jacinda joins us. I sleep a little longer while they whisper to each other about the letters on the screen.
Waking to their smiling faces, I find myself replaying the last few weeks. I’ve adored spending time with my family again. We’ve gotten over much of the hurt about my choice to run off. I wouldn’t mind remaining at the mansion for months longer, just to enjoy their company.
However, my heart hurts when I consider Bear alone in his house. He bought that place for the family he hoped to have one day. With the kids and me at his side, Bear can turn that large house into a home.
As much as I’ll miss spending time with my family, I’m looking forward to being an O’Malley.
BEAR
My body feels different this morning, after enjoying another taste of the only woman to make it hum. Natasha’s scent remains on my sheets long after she’s stolen away by her security team. I wake up to the sensation of having her with me.
After feeding the cats, I ride to a club-owned diner called Farmer’s Table. Like most Sundays, the place is closed to the public. I enter to find the diner nearly full with local members. I also spot a few guys from the Hills Chapter at several tables.
Tack stands up from the table he shares with Sync, Golden, and Indigo. My friend begins to applaud me. Rather than curtsy like Sync’s girls, I just flip off Tack and then the entire room when they begin clapping with him.
I sit in my seat and ignore their amusement. After ordering black coffee, a Denver omelet, and a T-bone steak, I wait for the teasing.
“I can’t believe you risked the life of Viktor Kovak’s second-favorite daughter,” Golden mutters and rubs his head. “If she had fallen off and gotten her face ripped off by the asphalt, do you think he’d still let you marry her?”
