Mob Boss Series Book #1: The Russian Heir

Chapter Eighteen: The Best Friend

Lettie's POV
I hate telling Sherry that she's right. She won't say it's okay or console me. She will rub it in my face. She will repeatedly remind that she did warn me. She will remind me Forever that she was in right and use that moment as a ruler against everything I disagree on. Our sentences will always be something like: "Remember that time I warned you about... and you didn't listen?" I think she has gotten worse since she started living with Juan Carlos. She had to win every arguement and we know horny bunny doesn't back down until he has the last word.

"I want to tell you something." I followed her to the kitchen. She is looking for something and is making a mess after every step.

"Are you okay?" I fumbled with my fingers. She stopped to stare at me. "Lettie, what's wrong?"

"You were right about Tessie. She's not a good person."

She raised an eyebrow at me. Her bright blue eyes flickered with the biggest 'I told you so'. Any moment now she will speak Gaelic. I love her accent. It is thicker when she's in shock or angry. But she didn't speak in Gaelic.

"What did she do?"

"She told Bryce about my secret admirer."

"I thought you already came clean when you guys were in Morocco."

"I did but not about the lingerie."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Let me guess, Tessie told him."

"Yeah."

"The nerve!" Her voice became high pitched. "Where is she now?"

"At my house."

"Why? Weren't you supposed to slam the door where the sun doesn't shine? Kei called it too! Dhesy a great judge of character!"

"I just wanted to help her! I felt sorry for her because she's pregnant and alone-"

"And it's not our fault." Sherry countered firmly. "We didn't knock her up. Santi did. We didn't make her think he's the wedding ring guy and baby daddy. She deluded herself into it and was careless enough to get pregnant even when she knew he is a player."

She continued going to through the draws and making grunting sounds at every turn. "What are you looking for?"

"I lost my bloody ring!" She showed me her bare hand.

"The sapphire?" I shrieked.

"No. I stored that in a vault. I can't wear that stone everywhere I go! It's... dramatically expensive, too precious and not practical for every day wear. I only wear it on special occasions. I lost my wedding ring."

"I don't get it. Was it a wedding? Does it mean you and Juan are husband and wife?"

"We are not married like marriage certificate married." She leaned on the marble counter using her elbows. "Handfasting is a Celtic engagement that has been there for centuries. Juan and I committed to each other by having our hands tied together. We exchanged vows and rings. The purpose is to test whether our commitment works. In a year if we are still together and it does, we will marry like the certificate marriage. If it doesn't we will split up."

"But it's working, right?"

She laughed her out. "It's not what I expected but it's working. I always thought it differently though. In my foolish childish nature, I thought it would always be romantic and blissful..."

"Make love in the sunsets and just get lost in each other's eyes..."

"Live on love..."

"Forever happily ever after... It's not like that, is it?" My smile faded.