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20 Years Later – Erina's POV
Growing up in foster care was never easy. Some families were sweet, but couldn't handle me. Then there were the others—the abusers, the manipulators, the rapists.
I bounced through the system from age 7 to 18. At 16, I ended up living with my boyfriend. He was 18 at the time. How we've stayed together this long... honestly, I have no idea.
I walked through the front door of our house and was immediately greeted by chaos.
"YOU BITCH!"
"SHUT UP, I'M TELLING DAD!"
"WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO SNITCHES?!"
Yep. Home sweet home.
"DIMITRI! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" I shouted.
He strolled into the room with a sheepish grin. "Hello, любовь," he purred, going in for a kiss—only for me to dodge.
"You wanna explain why your kids are cursing like little criminals?" I asked, tapping my foot.
"Well... I was just telling them about the business—" He caught my glare. "BUT! I didn't swear!"
"SIN! SAINT! COME GREET YOUR MOTHER!" I called, muttering under my breath, "...fucking dicks."
"I think they learned it from you," Dimitri said with a smirk.
"Fuck you."
"You already have—and you got two kids from it. In fact, I think we should have more."
"Are you carrying them and pushing them out, Dimitri?"
"No, but I just want, like, four more. That's it. Please?"
"Four?! Are you insane?! Six kids? Possibly more?! You haven't even officially married me yet!"
"Fin—" he was cut off by the sound of two little demons jumping on us.
"No more siblings, please," Saint said, the ever-responsible one.
"Shut up, dickhead, I want more!" Sin grinned, chaotic as always.
"Hey! No swearing!" I said, lightly slapping his head.
"Mooom," he whined, rubbing it.
"Can we go swimming?" Saint asked with an innocent pout.
"Yeah, go get ready," I said, ruffling his hair.
"Ma-ah!" he whined, fixing it again.
"Let's go, любовь," Dimitri said, dragging me toward the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.
He shut the door behind us and pinned me to it before pulling me into a rough kiss.
"I missed you," he murmured against my lips.
"I missed you too," I smiled, cupping his cheek.
"You know, I'm sure we have time for one round—"
"No. The kids want to swim," I said, pushing past him toward the closet.
He grabbed me from behind, hugging me tightly.
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?" he grumbled.
"Because one round with you is over an hour, so shut the fuck up before I chop your dick off and feed it to you."
I ignored his continued whining about sex and kids as I searched for my swimsuit.
When I walked out, thankfully Dimitri was gone—probably dragged away by our impatient offspring (which they definitely got from him). I made my way through our massive house and out to the pool.
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Their Sins
Nouvelles25 years ago the Brazilian mafia had a daughter who was claimed to be dead But was she ever really dead? Dimitri Petrov never had a real family his mother ran out on them causing his father to spiral Erina on the other hand never had a family to s...
