Chapter 11
LYRIC
I’m lying in bed with Aleksei, his arms tightly holding my body to his. He hasn’t let me go since the Bratva doctor gave him the all clear to take me home. My jaw and ribs are bruised. I have three broken fingers as well as a part of my hand. My nose was also broken. I’m pissed that this all happened.
“I was scared to tell you my feelings. Everyone I’ve loved has died or left me,” he confesses as he strokes my hair back from my face.
“You have family, and tomorrow we will go see them.”
“I wanted to give you a good honeymoon, but I had to wait a couple days. We have tickets to Hawaii.” He kisses my forehead.
“I love you too. As soon as I saw you across that room, I knew I was going to give you my virginity. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“As soon as I saw you, all bets were off. You were mine, and I was going to bet the house for you. Now, I need to get my baby in your belly.” He strokes my flat stomach, and I’m excited that he wants to have a child already. I want that too. I’ve always wanted kids.
“Stay still. Don’t move, krasota,” he says as he lifts my leg, opening me up. We are both naked, and he strokes his fingers through my folds. “So wet for me.” He slowly breaches my body from behind, and I lean my head back against his shoulder, letting him play with my body. His fingers slide against my clit, causing me to moan loud. He continues to move in and out of me.
“The doctor said we were supposed to take it easy,” I remind him.
Aleksei was shot while rescuing me. Thankfully, it was a through and through in his side.
“No doctor is going to tell me I can’t make love to my wife.” He bites my earlobe as he strokes me harder, and I’m getting so close.
“Please, moya lyubov', I need you deeper.” I beg him.
He pulls out and carefully rolls me under him, then slides back in. He pumps in and out of me slowly. I glide my hands along his body, rubbing his muscles. His beautiful chest and shoulders. My nails scrape down his back as he continues to move in and out of me.
“You are mine. Always,” he says as he goes a bit deeper.
I moan and scrape my nails down his back, gripping his buttocks as I come, my body spasming around his cock. Aleksei pulls out and slams in hard before he comes deep inside me.
“I love you,” I tell him as he rolls us to the side.
I burrow in and hold him tight. I’m not afraid of him. I know he lost it on Giovanni because of me.
Alek
We pull up to the two-story house in Laughlin, and before I’m out of the car and around to open the door for my wife, the front door opens. I see her immediately. Her dark hair is hanging around her shoulders. She walks toward me, and I take in more of her as my fingers lace with Lyric’s. Lena only has a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth.
“Alek.” Her voice quivers, and I let go of Lyric to take Lena in my arms. “I knew you’d find us. I didn’t want to leave you, but Aldo said he would keep an eye on you. That the Bratva would protect you.”
“Lena.” I choke on her name as more memories flood my mind that I’d blocked out. She didn’t want me to join the Bratva, but she knew it was inevitable. She helped me.
“I know that Grayson helped you get out. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for years. I knew that at some point you would come looking for us, and you did.”
She turns from my embrace and looks toward the young woman standing in the doorway. She’s younger than Lyric. Her beautiful blond hair is cut to her shoulders. She looks back at me with my eyes, just like our father’s.
“Daria,” Lena says, beckoning her to us, and the three of us hug.
“I have a family. My wife, Lyric.” I pull her into us, and the four of us stand there in their driveway, hugging.
I swear in that moment to protect all three of these women.