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He opens his mouth and says, "You’re dead, Damian, fucking dead."
I laugh, then look at my father and Stefano, and announce, "He's all yours." I smile, then stand back against the wall with Sergi. I look at him and ask, as if I hadn't burned a woman to death, "A fucking pony, really?"
He bursts out laughing and nods.
"Fucking, Alexandr," I grumble.
He repeats, "Fucking, Alexandr." I shake my head, then watch the show.
"You thought you could get your daughter to drug me, let me watch my fucking bitch of a niece for that slut, and not have any repercussions. You thought you could try and take over my family?" With each question he asks, he stabs Konstantin in the stomach, deep enough for it to hurt but not deep enough to kill him. I love watching Stefano and my father play.
My father goes toward him with the blow torch and says, "Fifteen years, that’s how long you have served as my brigadier and right-hand man. I even turned a blind eye when you tried to get your daughter to chase after my son, because I knew he'd never fall for it."
What the fuck, Dad? I raise both my brows at him, and he just fucking shrugs at me.
Seriously?
"You had to make your own mistakes, son. Now you're learning from them."
The dick turns back to his victim. "But you are a traitor, going behind my back, going after what is rightfully my son's to take, so now you must pay. Pity really, shame your greed took over; it's gotten your daughter tortured to death, and now you. Good thing your wife ran away with a soldier last week." My father mocks Konstantin, making the man go feral and struggle against the chains. My father turns the blow torch on and places it on Konstantin’s Bratva tattoo. The man screams as the flesh burns. Over the next two hours, they cut off his flesh, his fingers, and his tongue, before they finally slice his throat. By the time they're done, they're covered in blood.
Sergi breaks the ice, pouting. "I didn't even get to have any fun." We all chuckle at him, then head to the showers in the next room, where we’ll burn our clothes in the attached incinerators. The best thing about the torture chambers is that they set themselves on fire once they're done and burn the bodies inside. Once they're ash, the sprinkler system comes on, and a mix of bleach and soap rains down, cleaning the room. The best fucking invention we ever came up with!
Once showered and dressed, my father heads home to my mother. Stefano returns to the hospital to see if his wife will forgive him. Still, he asks me not to tell Sofia about her mother just yet. Sergi and I head to my house, where I'm hoping my wife is still up. I look at my watch. 10:30 PM. Fuck, the torture took longer than I thought it would.
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to the front door. We get out of the car and head in. Sergi says good night, then heads to his room on the second floor. I couldn't buy a house without room for him and my brother. They both have rooms on the second floor until they decide to get married and move into their own homes. Alexandr will marry first; he's in an arranged marriage already, though he keeps saying he'll still have a room here because his future bride will love my girls. The third room is ready for Mila for when she's a bit older, and hopefully, if I have my way, the room across from ours will be a nursery for our next child. I just have to convince my wife to give us another chance. I head deeper into the house and notice the dining room lights on. I head that way, expecting my brother, but instead, I find my beautiful wife. She's in my t-shirt she clearly stole from our closet, making me smile.
I go over to her and sit down at the other end of the table, waiting to see what she will say. Finally, after what seems like hours, when it is only a few minutes, she looks at me and speaks.
"Here's what's going to happen, and you are not going to complain, especially when I have just turned my whole life upside down for you when you don't deserve it."
I nod and let her continue because she's right; she didn't have to agree to come back with me, but she did, and I'm grateful because I really didn't want to have to drug her.
"I'm going to stay with Mila in her room."
I go to interrupt because I want her with me, but she lifts her hand to stop me. Fuck, why do I find that a turn-on? My dick’s finally waking up after three years of not playing ball because all I've wanted is my wife, and I can't even do anything about it.
"For the next two months, we will get to know each other again; we will go to counseling, and if I'm not happy and I feel like I can't trust you, you are to let me go. I'm here trying for Mila, you, and us, even though you don't deserve it. You have been the only person I have ever loved, so I am willing to try because I am bound to you. I have been since I was eight years old. But you must keep your word and let me go if I feel we won't make it. It doesn't matter that you are my heart, it doesn't matter that you are all I've ever known, I won't be in a faithless and unhappy marriage. I won't go down a spiral like my mother, and bring my daughter down as she did." I want to reject her conditions outright. I want to tie her to our bed and never let her out of my sight, but I nod.
"I'm willing to do everything I can so I don't lose you, malyshka, you and our daughter. You are my whole world, the reason I breathe. I promise I'll make up for everything I put you through."
She nods. "You can't make up for all the hurt, Damian, all you can do is improve."
She stands, walks over to me, places a peck on my lips, and then states, "I'm heading to bed. Our first counseling session is tomorrow." She heads upstairs, leaving me sitting here dumbfounded and staring after her.
Fuck.
twenty nine
Sofia – Two Weeks Later
The last two weeks have been weird, to say the least. Mila has started at her new day care, which she loves because her uncles fight over who gets to take her and who gets to pick her up. Picking her up is what they most want because they take her out afterward. It's hilarious to watch two badass mobsters fight over a two-year-old, especially when they ask who she wants, and she chooses Phoebe. I think Al regrets letting them meet. Damian and I have had three counseling sessions so far; today is our fourth, and I know this is where we are diving deeper into his infidelities. I'm not looking forward to it.
We've already spoken about how we met and about our backgrounds, we also talked about what I've been up to since I ran. His question from the last session still runs through my mind:
"Why didn't you date when you left?"
Just after he asked, before I could answer, the timer went off, causing Damian to curse and the therapist, Marvin, to chuckle. I'm brought out of the memories when the doorbell rings. I furrow my brow and go to answer it.
