Epilogue
Sarah
Five months had passed since the kidnapping and massacre at the warehouse, and Dmitri was finally starting to relax.
Just a little.
He still insisted on daily bodyguards for me and Alexis, and he’d put tracking devices in so many places that I didn’t even know where they all were. He’d also upgraded the security at the house. We already had a good system, but there were now more cameras and saferooms.
It was all over the top, and I appreciated it. After what I’d been through, I needed to feel secure to get past it, and Dmitri had made it happen.
For a while, he was obsessively checking in with me throughout the day, and I knew he harassed the men guarding me for hourly updates. It was intense, but he’d recently backed off on that a bit.
There would always be dangers associated with being with a man like Dmitri, but I thought he was probably starting to accept that the active threat was officially gone.
He’d killed Baldoni, and what was left of the Italian mafia was too busy dealing with their leadership disputes to actively come after the Bratva.
That could change down the road, but for now, no one was actively trying to kill Dmitri or hurt me.
That was a good thing, because today was Alexis’s fourth birthday. We were having a party at a park that Dmitri had rented out and secured with a ridiculous amount of bodyguards surrounding the area.
“Uncle Nikolay!” Alexis called out when she saw Dmitri’s trusted friend walking over with a bunch of balloons. He was using a stick and looked so different from the big man who had fearlessly protected Alexis at the gym. He would recover though. It was touch and go at first, but he was tough.
I watched with a smile as Alexis led him over to where all the kids gathered.
In addition to some of her friends from nursery, and Dmitri’s men’s kids, Mira’s twin boys were there as well.
The kids were all having a great time, and it was no wonder, since Dmitri went out of his way to make this a perfect party for his spoiled little girl.
There was a children’s performer, bouncy houses, and a ridiculous amount of sweet treats.
Alexis was clapping along to a song being performed with chocolate smeared around her mouth, and it warmed my heart to see her so happy.
Dmitri came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.
Sighing, I relaxed back into him with a smile.
I loved how openly affectionate he was with me and our daughter.
He was still a tough mafia boss, and he received a lot of respect and healthy fear for that, but he was never afraid to let the world see his softer side. Only around us, though.
Gina called me his weakness, but I didn’t see it that way. Alexis and I gave him a purpose beyond just duty to the mafia. He was passionate because of us and determined to keep us happy and safe. That made him stronger, in my opinion. We’d always be stronger together.
His hand slid down my arm and over my hand, his thumb brushing the ring on my finger. It was the engagement ring he gave me a month ago. We were set to be married next year, and I couldn’t wait to call him my husband.
“It’s time to sing happy birthday,” he said as my mom brought the cake out with four candles lit.
We went to Alexis, and Dmitri picked her up. Everyone sang, even the stoic Maxim, and Alexis was all smiles as she blew out her candles with Dmitri’s help. After that, we all ate and watched her open more presents than any four-year-old could ever possibly need.
It was a great day.
That night, Alexis was exhausted. Being four years old was a lot of excitement for her, and she was having trouble staying awake in the bath as I washed chocolate off her face and dirt off her hands.
Dmitri helped me with bedtime, but he was able to handle much more these days than he had in the beginning. I watched him kiss her forehead as she looked up at him with sleepy eyes, and I knew this was the right time to share my news.
So, I took his hand when we left our daughter’s room and led him downstairs.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, and I couldn’t help smiling.
He was always so concerned about me. I had a feeling that my news would just make that worse, but I didn’t truly mind it. I liked the way he showed that he cared.
“Not at all,” I said, sitting on the couch and patting the space beside me.
He sat, turning to face me. Excitement bubbled up inside me, and I took both of his hands this time, needing the contact while I told him what I’d known for the past three days.
“I’m pregnant,” I said. “Eight weeks.”
He blinked, processing. “What? Are you… are you serious?”
I just nodded with a smile, my throat tight with emotion.
His eyes got bright, and when he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, I suspected he was trying to give himself a moment to get his emotions under control. My mafia man was overcome.
He stood, taking me with him as he lifted me off my feet and spun me in a circle.
I laughed loudly, clinging to him the way I always would.
He laughed and set me back on my feet, but he didn’t let me go.
His hands framed my face instead, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks like he needed to reassure himself I was real.
“Another baby,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You’re giving me another baby.”
“Our baby,” I corrected softly, my heart swelling at the wonder in his voice.
His gaze snapped back to mine, intense and bright.
“Ours,” he agreed, and then he kissed me.
This time it stole the air from my lungs.
There was nothing careful about it. Nothing restrained.
Every emotion he’d been holding back crashed into me at once.
I gasped into his mouth, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer like I needed to feel all of it.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he muttered against my lips, his voice unsteady in a way I’d never heard before.
I cocked an eyebrow and challenged him. “Show me.”
That was all it took.
His control slipped, his hands moved with purpose now, sliding over my body, claiming his ownership. I arched into him instinctively, my breath catching as his touch turned possessive.
“Mine,” he said, like it wasn’t a demand but a truth.
“Yours,” I answered without hesitation.
The word seemed to hit him hard.
His forehead pressed briefly to mine, his breathing uneven, like he was holding himself on a knife’s edge.
Then he moved, lifting me into his arms again.
I laughed softly, the sound dissolving into a breathless sigh as he carried me toward our bedroom, my arms wrapping around him, my body already responding, already anticipating.
He didn’t rush. Every step, every touch, and every glance felt deliberate. Like he was committing this night to memory. When he lowered me onto the bed, it was with a tenderness that made my heart ache, but the look in his eyes was anything but gentle. It burned.
He followed me down immediately, bracing himself over me, his body surrounding mine, his heat pressing into me, grounding me, overwhelming me in the best possible way. I could feel his erection against me, hard and urgent.
“Tell me if I need to slow down,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“I won’t break,” I whispered, my fingers sliding into his hair, pulling him toward me.
Something in him broke at that. His mouth claimed mine again, deeper, slower, like he was pouring everything he felt into the kiss. I felt it in the way his hands tightened, the way his body pressed closer, the way his breathing grew heavier with each passing second.
“I’ll protect you and our children,” he murmured against my lips, the words rough but certain. “Always.”
My hands moved over him, familiar and sure, my fingers circling the hardness of his cock through his pants and he reacted instantly, his restraint thinning further, his control slipping in ways that made my pulse race.
“Fuck!” he hissed.
“Dmitri…” My response was a plea.
His hands slid down my sides, slower now, deliberate, like he was grounding himself. His gaze dropped to where my shirt clung to my skin, and something in his expression softened before it darkened again with intent.
“You’re still overdressed,” he murmured.
A small laugh escaped me, breathless and unsteady. “So are you.”
His fingers hooked into the hem of my shirt, lifting it inch by inch. The fabric slid over my skin, cool air replacing the warmth of his hands for a second before he leaned in again, his mouth following the path he’d just uncovered.
My breath hitched as his lips brushed my collarbone, slower now, more deliberate, like he was taking his time with me. Like I was something to be savored. I shivered as his lips brushed over my skin. He unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor as his lips found my nipples.
“Dmitri…” I breathed, my fingers already working at his clothes, impatient, needing him just as much as he needed me.
He didn’t make me wait. The rest of our clothes disappeared between us in practiced movements, neither of us slowing down, neither of us breaking the rhythm. Then he settled between my thighs like he belonged there.
“Missed this,” he muttered, his voice rough.
“You had me this morning,” I shot back, breathless.
“Not like this. I didn’t know you were carrying our child.”
There was something in the way he said it that made heat curl low in my stomach.
His hand slid down my stomach to where I wanted him. I was soaked and as his fingers parted me, I lifted my hips automatically, my body already anticipating what he wanted.
What I wanted.
“Still mine,” he said, low and certain as he removed his fingers and placed his cock at my entrance.
“Always,” I answered.
That was all he needed to hear. Burying his face in my neck, he nipped at my skin as he surged his hips forward, driving himself deep into my body in one rough move. The pleasure of being filled so completely caused me to cry out in pleasure when he sank all the way inside.
He moved like a man possessed and my legs wrapped around him pulling him deeper and deeper. The stretch of his cock a delicious burn that always took me to new heights.
Suddenly, he shifted our positions, holding my hips as he rolled onto his back so that I was on top.
I rested my hands on his chest as I leaned forward.
He lifted his head and captured a nipple in his mouth.
As he sucked me in deep, I rocked my hips until only the tip of his cock remained inside.
My pussy clenched around him, then I slammed myself down until he was fully seated inside me.
His hands found my hips, and he moved me again and again, the wet sounds of our bodies colliding as we both chased after our release.
“Dmitri!” I gasped as his cock kicked and jerked inside me. Each stroke rubbing against my already swollen clit. Each stroke taking me higher. Then suddenly I couldn’t hold back and I came, my pussy spasming around him, coating him in my juices.
“Oh fuck!” he said as his hips juddered and he emptied himself into me. “Fuck!”
When we were exhausted and spent, I lay with my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Just a few months ago I had no idea how much my life would change. He’d just been a shadowy memory who had given me my most precious gift—my daughter. And now we were a family.
A growing family.
I found love that night in the bar, and I didn’t even know it. Now that we’d rediscovered each other, I was never letting him go.
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