Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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Our suitcases are parked, and we should be out of here in thirty minutes, but Antonio got my wife a gift, and they're going through the contents whilst I nurse a glass of whiskey. I'm fucking tired because I was up all night fucking my wife. Did I regret it? No.
She is tired, too, and I cannot wait to get on that plane. The pilot hasn't even landed yet. "Adrik, look at this one." My wife gasped, lifting a pink onesie. It reads, 'Hello world, I'm Maya.' "Isn't it pretty, baby?" I'm nodding and grinning to please her. I wouldn't be showing teeth if she wasn't here with me. "There's even one for Aurora. It'll be their outfit to leave the hospital with."
"Great idea, Malyshka." Twenty more weeks, and I'd be holding my babies. It could be earlier than that because it's a high-risk pregnancy.
When we return to Russia, Giulia has an appointment with her doctor. She hasn't complained about pain or anything, and I may not come across as scared, but fuck, I am.
To the woman I love, her protection, heart, and happiness were my priority. I've grown to love her more as she swells with my seed. I'll love her even more than that when I hold my babies. I will love them with everything in me. I did for their mother; I can for them.
"What's inside the lover boy's head?" Alessandro asked as he stole my glass and drank the remaining alcohol.
"Fucker," I groan. "There's an entire bottle in the kitchen.
"That's too far."
"How's your face?" I smirk.
"How's your nose?"
"What did you tell your wife?"
"We both insinuated it. I mean, it wasn't a lie. You have always wanted to fuck me up." That's the truth. "At least it's a thin line between love and hate," I grunt.
Now that I know the real Alessandro Rossi behind the stoic face and savagery, he and Sasha could be best friends, although Sasha takes his bullshit too far and thinks everything deserves a joke. They're two peas in a damn pod.
"I would have shot that Chamois if you kept your mouth shut." I roll my eyes.
"At least you got the red stag after."
"Yes. After you fucking shot at me."
"My shotgun went off. It wasn't deliberate."
"Well, my fist to your face wasn't either." It was his deal to agree that we both started throwing fists. That right there sold him out. The shotgun going off wasn't an accident.
"What did you tell your wife?"
"It's the first and last deal I make with you. Look at my wife and tell me what you think I said to her. She sure as fuck would be lashing you with her tongue if she knew you tried to kill her husband." I smirk. Fuck, I wanted her all over again because every time I thought about how lucky I was, I grew hot and needy.
