Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Alyona
I’ve never been intimate with just one of my madmen before now, and I can’t help but feel that they were sharing more of themselves with me. They seem to trust me on a deeper level, giving themselves to me in a way they usually only share with each other.
My heart is so damn full I think it might burst. Looking down at the small red lines around my wrists, I grin. Rodion uncuffed me and applied salve to the red marks left by the restraints only after he gave me multiple orgasms to the point of blacking out.
I will order a fluffy pink pair of handcuffs for next time.
A smile pushes up the corners of my mouth, and I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the ache already building there again.
They make me feel sexually free. When I’m exposed and bare, it’s the prettiest I’ve ever felt, and it’s because of the way they look at me, fuck me, love me, own me.
Rodion left me to get an extra hour of sleep, and now that I’ve showered and gotten dressed, I feel more like myself. The cut on my thigh isn’t deep and the bruises will fade in a few days.
There’s a lightness in my steps today. We’re not fully out of the woods of drama yet, but the main threat is gone. Voices come from the kitchen, and I make my way there to squeeze my baby girl. Z meets me at the threshold, handing me a mug of coffee.
“Good morning, beautiful. Roza’s just having her breakfast.” He drops a kiss to my forehead, and I sigh from the contact. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the nanny.”
“To the what?” I choke on the coffee, coughing loudly, until Z pats my back. “Wrong hole.”
“No such thing,” he teases, and I smack him playfully until I remember what caused the coughing fit in the first place.
“Did you say nanny?”
Taking my coffee mug, he places it on the counter. “Yes, Mrs. Potts comes highly recommended and she’s already bonding well with Roza. You’ll like her. She’s a very nice woman.”
Do I want a nanny?
“Isn't that something we should have done together?” I ask, voice slightly shrill.
Pushing a finger through the belt loop in my jeans, he tugs me toward him. “Usually absolutely, but in this instance, you took off for three days without warning, so I made the decision and like most of my decisions, it was a good one.”
Can’t really argue with that even if my mouth opens to do just that. He pinches my lips closed and kisses the tip of my nose. “Just give her a chance, love.”
He rolls his eyes when he sees my lips move.
“Why do we need a nanny? There are three parents,” I argue because that’s what I do.
His shoulders sag on a sigh. “Because we have businesses to run. We hoped you’d want to get involved with the club.”
“You want me to work there?” I ask, surprise coloring my voice.
His thumb lazily strokes over the sliver of flesh above my jeans. “We want you to do whatever you want there. Just be a part of it. Help us make it great. Build on our legacy with us, the three of us.” His eyes search mine.
My heart swells, and I swallow past the emotion clogging my throat. I nod enthusiastically. “I’d love to do that.”
“Good.” He kisses me one last time and then laces his fingers with mine, gently coaxing me to the dining room.
A gray-haired woman is encouraging Roza to eat her fruit and counting the strawberry pieces as she does. My baby girl smiles up at her, and I automatically like the woman. There’s a gentleness in her eyes.
“Mrs. Potts, please meet Roza’s wonderful mother. Like I told you, she was out of town on business, and has just returned home.”
My hand strokes down Roza’s curls, and I bend to snuggle and kiss her neck, making her giggle. “I missed you,” I tell her before meeting Mrs. Potts’ eyes and taking her extended hand.
“It’s a pleasure, Mrs. Vetrov,” she says sweetly, and my stomach flips at the name choice.
“Alyona, please,” I say, casting my eyes to Z, who grins from ear to ear.
“Alyona, it is. My name is Jane. I’ve asked your husband to call me Jane, but he’s such a gentleman.” She shakes her head, and her smile reaches her eyes, crinkling around the edges.
Yeah, Z does that to women of all ages, and men, too. No one is unaffected.
“Roza and I were thinking of going for a swim after breakfast if that’s okay with you, Mom?” she asks.
Roza loves the pool. “Sure. I’ll get her into her swimsuit and life jacket.”
Jane waves a hand, her forehead creasing. “No need. I can do that. You enjoy your breakfast.”
I raise a brow to Z, and he tilts his head toward the kitchen.
I’ve always been a hands-on mom. The only person who helped look after Roza was Rosetta once a month, but other than that, Jeremiah believed raising babies was the woman’s duty, so having two men who are so besotted and active in parenting has been wonderful.
Now add in Mrs. Potts, and I may be able to pee alone more often.
“I’ve made pancakes,” Z whispers against my ear and taps my butt with the spatula I didn’t notice he was holding.
“I’ll join you in the pool after breakfast,” I tell Mrs. Potts.
“That would be lovely. Usually, I get to know all parents before taking up a position, but Mr. Vetrov was very persuasive when he asked that I start right away.”
I bet he was. Z usually gets what he wants.
Bending to kiss my baby once more, I follow Z back through to the kitchen and grab a pancake from the stack he’s made.
“You just get better and better,” I say, devouring the deliciousness.
“You’re supposed to put them on a plate and add toppings,” he admonishes playfully.
“Where is Rodion?” I ask, looking around like he will pop out of a cupboard.
“He left to go to a meeting with our father.” He looks over his shoulder to ensure Mrs. Potts is out of earshot. “With the biker gangs who use Adam’s company to ship drugs all over the country.”
My appetite vanishes and a knot forms in my gut. “Is that safe for them to go alone? Where’s Ven?” I’d heard the Sins of Eve were worse than the cartel, beheading people, and leaving their bodies hanging from bridges when they got crossed.
Z bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing, like the actual worry is amusing to him. “Are you joking, love? You know who we are right?”
“Of course,” I admit. “But you’re not in Russia anymore.”
Bundling my hair into his fist, his other hand comes to grip my jaw, tipping my head up. He kisses my neck and rubs his cock against my ass. “It doesn’t matter where we are. And Ven had to return home to deal with Yuri’s death.”
My phone begins vibrating in my pocket and I groan at the interruption. It’s probably just Vika. She’s hounding me about this stupid dress.
Z’s chuckle rumbles down my spine and then he moves away busying himself with clearing the plates.
Slipping my phone from my pocket, cement fills my legs.
Incoming call from Adam.
“What is it?” Z asks, wrapping his fingers around my wrist turning the phone toward him. “That was fast. Answer it.”
Taking a deep breath, I bring the phone to my ear. “Adam.”
“I want to see you.”
“I have a wish list too. Do you want the link?” I raise a brow, and Z folds his arm watching me.
“Don’t fuck around, woman. I want to talk about what happened, and I want to see my niece.”
How dare he.
“You’ve never wanted to see her before, so let’s not play these games,” I warn, fisting my hand.
“Just meet me. You’ve not been back to the house.”
So, he is watching Jeremiah’s house.
“Levi told me you had those twins there.” His tone drops and I can imagine the seething glare on his face.
“And?”
“And I know who you really are, Alyona.” He spits my name like it’s dirty.
If this was two days ago, that might scare me, but now, I don’t give a shit. Leaning my hip against the counter, I bite into another piece of pancake. “Do you want a gold star?” I croon around the mouthful, watching Z’s amused grin.
“Your fucking mouth has always irritated me,” Adam hisses. “It needs to be filled.”
Bastard.
“Is that why you want to meet? Because it won’t go as you think, Adam.” I may have allowed him to overpower me once, but I don’t need to hide who I am now.
Sighing down the line he grinds out, “I want to meet to discuss things going forward.”
I mouth to Z, “He wants to meet.”
Z nods and mouths back, “The Vault.”
Nodding, I say back to Adam, “Fine, but it will be somewhere neutral.”
“I’ll let you choose where.” He sounds too cocky, confident.
“Let’s do it at The Vault.”
“Fine, meet there in two hours.”
The line goes dead, and I bark to the dial tone, “Two hours?”
Fuck.
“He wants to meet today, in two hours,” I say in disbelief.
There goes swimming and getting to know Mrs. Potts.
“It’s fine,” Z assures me. “I’ll call Rodion and Viktor now. It’s better we get this over with.”
Ignoring Z’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my face, I strap a blade to my ankle. “I’m coming, Z. It’s me he thinks he’s meeting,” I remind him.
“Why are you strapping weapons to yourself?” His ass leans against the lip of the dresser in the master bedroom, arms folded over his impressive chest.
“To be prepared. Protection. Defense. What do you think I’m doing it for?”
The veins in his forearms pulse. “I will be there. Rodion, our father, and Viktor will all be there.”
“I know.” I shrug, tying my hair back.
“Do you question what I would do for you?” He prowls over to me and then grips my chin, tipping my face to his. He searches my eyes. “I’d burn the world to the ground for you and then fuck you in the ashes of it.”
Well fucking hell. My thighs squeeze.
Licking his lips, he orders, “You better stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I choke out thickly.
“Like you’re going to make us late because you need my dick filling all your needy holes.”
Damn him.
“Hmmm.” He growls low in the back of his throat. Releasing me, he unbuckles his belt, slow and deliberate. I watch transfixed. “Get on your knees, Alyona,” he commands. “Now.”