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He had tried to call a third time, but I had given it to Gregor to answer again. Alan had hung up immediately and thus far, had never bothered us again.
After Vasily’s death, Gregor had taken over his organization, with his friend Sergei as his right hand. Since then, Gregorhad been cleaning house throughout the city, digging out every shady side operation of Vasily’s that had lined his pockets while children, women, and the organization’s reputation died. He didn’t give me too many details, but just from the hours he had put in before our getaway, I knew he had a huge mess to clean up.
Gregor still didn’t want to talk about the Vasily situation. I couldn’t really blame him. The man had been his mentor since his teens, and had done a lot to shape Gregor into the man he was today. But he had also lied, broken the trust of Gregor and the rest of his men, and caused atrocities to line his pockets and satisfy his perverse ‘needs’.
Chances were, nobody in his organization wanted to talk about Vasily anymore. I remembered what Gregor had told me about other criminals and what they did to people who hurt children. To them, Vasily’s death, and the shunning of his name, were justice.
Never in my life would I have believed that I would end up married to the leader of a citywide criminal organization. If wearing makeup and heels was a sin in the eyes of my parents, I knew my choice of partner would have made them detonate with outrage. But the further I got from my childhood, the more I realized that many of the things they had seen as sinful rebellion turned out to be some of the best things in my life.
I watched my husband and daughter together, he was showing her how to make crenelations and windows on one of her new sand towers. Both of them were smiling, laughing, enjoying a day I wished would never end.
My parents would never have believed that anything good could have come from a one-night stand, especially one thatended in a pregnancy. But what did my parents know? They didn’t even know how to love their own daughter, or their granddaughter either. The things they had said to me once the police had contacted them had made that very clear.
It was their loss and leaving them behind was my gain. Just like leaving behind Alan, another obsessive stickler to law and order who interpreted those terms in the worst way possible.
Good riddance.
I was finishing up coloring in the last of the banners when Gregor’s phone rang. His head shot up and our eyes met, I reached over, ignoring a stab of disappointment, and answered the call. “This is Gregor’s phone, his wife’s speaking.”
“Hello, my dear!” It was Sergei. He sounded cheerful instead of grave, which was a good sign. “My apologies for interrupting. How is the Caribbean?”
I couldn’t help but smile. Sergei was eccentric and a touch secretive, but I could see why he was Gregor’s best friend. Besides, Michelle adored him. “Beautiful, but the sun’s trying to kill me. What’s up?”
“I have to get a couple of answers from your man. Nothing awful, I promise, just finance stuff. Our bankers won’t wait.”
“Sure, sure, give me a few seconds.” I hopped off the rock and padded over to Gregor, smiling apologetically. “It’s Sergei. He needs final say on some financial decisions, says it can’t wait.”
Gregor put on a fake-stern face and took the phone. “This had better be an emergency. I’ll have you know that I was having a serious consultation with my favorite architect.” Whatever Sergei said in return made most of the scowl slip off his faceimmediately. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll send photos of the latest castle when it’s done. Now seriously, what do you need?”
I grabbed my umbrella and sat down on the sand nearby to watch Michelle while Gregor was busy on the phone. She labored carefully at the bucket tower, tip of her tongue caught between her teeth in concentration as she added details. I smiled and went back to coloring in her banners.
***
We were sitting on the veranda sipping cocktails and listening to the waves break on the shore. Michelle was in bed, and it was just me and Gregor.
“Happy anniversary, my little rose,” he said as he lifted his glass to toast us.
I raised my cocktail glass in response, but gave him a confused look. We’ve barely been married for a month.
Catching my expression he added, “Today is six years since we first met. Well yesterday was, but I’m sure you forgive me for the oversight, we were traveling.”
Of course I forgave him, it had actually slipped my mind too, but in that moment I was transported back to the dark bar where I had first laid eyes on my strong protector.
I ran my finger down his cheek as I gazed into his storm-grey eyes. I saw a glint in his expression as he smiled lazily at me.
“I spent all these years running from closeness because I thought it wasn’t compatible with my lifestyle, but you have shown me that if anything, having someone to live for makes me a stronger and more powerful man.”
I looked into his eyes, my man was now pakhan, equally feared and respected across the whole city. I didn’t know all that he was involved in, I doubt I even knew a quarter—and truth be told, I didn’t want to know. It was enough to understand that whatever he did, he would never willingly put me or Michelle in danger, and he had put an end to all of Vasily’s trafficking operations. There were those who were no doubt displeased with this change in business, and for that reason we were not alone on our romantic getaway, and in the neighboring beachside cottage three of his lieutenants were also enjoying the pleasures of the Caribbean. But given the secluded nature of our hideout, and the discreteness of Dima, Kolya, and Roman, we were for all intents and purposes alone as a family.
“I love you Gregor,” I said simply. I shivered in the cool night breeze and felt my nipples tighten in the chill air.Or was it the thought of what would come later?
The smirk that flickered across Gregor’s face told me that he’d noticed, he knocked back the last of his drink and stretched his hand out to me.
“We are here to enjoy ourselves my dear, now I intend on enjoying every inch of my wife’s luscious body.
I was already wet thinking about it, after eight months together I had wondered if the thrill of sex with Gregor would wear off, surely you can get too much of a good thing? Nope… absolutely not true—and if anything, as we learned and explored one another’s bodies the pleasure had only intensified.
I took his hand and let him lead me to the bedroom, the beachside cottage had a bank of floor to ceiling windows that opened onto the veranda. The guards were posted at the perimeter and behind, so we were safe from danger or pryingeyes. I could see the bulge in Gregor’s board shorts as they hung low on his hips. His abdomen was a sculpted work of art, and I never got enough of looking at his body, from the intricate tattoos that covered his arms, torso, and back, to his frankly magnificent cock. Though before I got a glimpse of that, there was something I needed to say to him, and I wasn’t sure how he would take it.
