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I slide the folder in front of him and state, "I need these signed as soon as possible." Then I hightail it out of there. As soon as I get in my car and look in the restaurant's window, I notice his hands clenched and his face angry. I quickly floor it home to finish the laundry before I have to pick up Mila at three.
eighteen
Damian
I stand in the elevator, waiting for it to hit the penthouse, reeling from that sit-down with Sofia. I don't know if I should be pissed or turned on by how badass she was. Now, don't get me wrong. I love her fiercely and have always found her sexy, but today was.... I can't even describe it—it was hot. She's grown into a fierce woman, making my cock bulge against my jeans.
Some of the things she said pissed me off, though, too. After that slut started mouthing off, and I basically threatened her, which Sofia enjoyed way too much if you ask me, and the woman ran away with her tail between her legs. That Sofia was alluring in her wicked enjoyment of the woman’s discomfort. But when Sofia put that document down, my body tensed instantly, thinking it was divorce papers. Well, I was half right.
After she teased me by moaning over the fucking cookie Mama made for her, then mentioned the first document, I admit I lost it. I said shit that I didn't mean, but she's saying I can only see my daughter once a month? What the fuck? I've already missed so much, and I know I'm partially to blame, but come on. I slump back against the elevator wall. Sofia doesn't want her own mother to know she has a granddaughter. I know Victoria can be a bitch, but that's her mother! What would Sofia say if she knew her mother was falling apart with her gone? What had Victoria done that was so bad that Sofia would decide that? My suspicions about the bruises Sofia used to have returned full force, and I shake my head.
I look down at the paperwork, wanting to burn the folder she slid across to me.
Divorce papers—fuck, I should have seen it coming. Is she seeing someone we didn't notice? She wouldn't want a divorce otherwise, right? If she had, she would have sent them two years ago. I shake my head again. Nope, I'm not going down that road.
The elevator pings, and the doors open. I walk just two steps before my mother is on me.
"Dimitri, he's back," she shouts.
Geez, I really don't want to do this right now, but she doesn't give me a chance to even open my mouth to state that I need space before I'm dragged into the kitchen area where my father, Stefano, and my brother stand waiting. I sigh, then drop the photos of Mila onto the counter. Did I notice there was none of Sofia? Yes. Was I surprised? No. Did it hurt like fuck she is keeping the pregnancy and any pictures of them together away from me? Fuck yes.
They all crowd around the pictures, and my mother gasps. My brother has a small smile and love in his eyes. The lucky fucker has already met my daughter; my jealousy rises again. Fuck, I can't be thinking of slitting his throat right now! As if he can hear my thoughts, he looks up at me and frowns, and I give him a subtle shake of my head indicating I don't want to talk about it, knowing I'll end up shooting him if we do. He nods, then continues to look at the pictures. I look at my father, and his eyes are shining, while Stefano seems heartbroken.
Yep, you and me both! I drop the first document down, and my father picks it up, and then reads it aloud.
"This document states that I, Damian Volkov, agree in this legally binding contract that I will not force or coerce Mila Maria into any arrangements for my or my family's benefit. Once signed, Mila Maria will, therefore, be known as Mila Marie Volkov.
If I break this agreement, then not only will I surrender all parental and visitation rights, but I will also transfer two hundred million US dollars into a trust for Mila. Mila Maria will, therefore, be known as Mila Maria Russo."
My mother looks horrified, Stefano pales, and my brother and father look at me, noticing the look on my face.
I speak for the first time since arriving, clutching the divorce papers in my left hand.
“I didn't handle reading the whole of that document very well. What my father just read out loud is just the tip of the iceberg. It was enough for me to see red. I know what I did to her, and I know what our families did to her, but I lost it on her in a fit of rage and ended up calling her a jealous bitch, saying that she should know that mafia and bratva men have mistresses.
I also told her she was just like her mother and to grow up and be grateful our fathers kept her in the dark." I heave a sigh. "Not my finest moment, especially when she reamed my ass in public for it. I swear I had to hide my gun."
Their faces go from rage, which is understandable, to amusement.
I look at my mother and say, "She loved the cookies, though. She took them home for Mila."
My mother smiles, tears glistening in her eyes.
"So, when can we see our daughter and meet our granddaughter?"
I sigh again. She's not going to like this, but it's not about her right now; it's about gaining Sofia's trust back. She and Mila need to come first.
I look at each of them in the eye. My father tenses, seeing the look on my face, knowing I'm about to hurt his wife unintentionally.
"Until I sign these and give them to her lawyer, no one can see Mila except Alexandr. He's already met her, and Sofia won't take that from her.
Once they are signed, if I sign them, I only get to see her once a month, meeting her and Mila in Kentucky." I pause, hearing my mother gasp and drop my head. "Only Alexandr or Sergi can be present, no one else." I hear my mother try to hold in a sob. I look at my dad, and I have no words; he looks stricken.
He rasps, "Can't we take her to court or just make the lawyer disappear? Who is he?"
I sigh again. "Mr. Townsend. He's the uncle to an MC brother in the next town over. If we kill him, we will not only be starting a war with them, but we'll also lose our gun and drug runners. I tried threatening her, stating I'd take her to court, but she legit laughed in my face. She has leverage on all the people on our payroll as well as written and photographic proof of our dealings. She turned into a mama bear right there in front of my eyes. She didn't care if she was blackmailing us or threatening the Bratva or Mafia; she doesn't care about the consequences. Mila is her priority."
They all look at me in shock. Yeah, that's how I felt when she said it. My sweet angel is no longer recognizable. We did that to her.
