LV1. Wolf's Wife

10. Romero - So, you are my brother.

It seemed that I acquired a new talent to sputter words without thinking. Very unlawyerish talent. Alexandra was taking things so far with such dignity that it gave me strength, too.

As we went down to have dinner and meet my sister for the first time, I noticed that her cheap clothes were crumpled, from what I assumed spending time in a suitcase for days. I already had a walk-in closet full of suits and tailored shirts. I opted for white shirt and slacks. I couldn't even imagine putting on a tie once more. It was more than enough in the past days.

Still, I decided that Alexandra was the most beautiful girl I ever met. My sorry ass could do much, much worse than be married to her. Even if it was only on paper. I wondered briefly what my friends from the collage would think if they saw me right now. I was sure that they would appreciate a free trip to Vegas and some fun in the city. The fun I had yet to explore. But first, I had new family members to meet.

The woman in red dress was stunning. We had the same eyes but that was all the similarities between us. It was hard to imagine that we were siblings. Not even half-siblings, since both our father and mother were the same. I stood there frozen and stared at her. She didn't seem to be fazed by it.

"So, you are my brother." She drawled out the words with a sarcastic smirk on her red lips. "Daniel told me not to scare you off."

She waved toward a man in a similar white shirt than mine. The strangest thing about him was that he had a baby in his arms, who was currently chewing on his shirt collar.

"Hi!" He smiled warmly. "I'm Gabriella's husband. And this is baby Rob. Sorry I can't shake hands, I'm a bit occupied at the moment."

"Right." I nodded. Very eloquently.

"I told him that you met Héctor the first and you didn't run to the hills screaming, so you are not someone to be easily scarred off. Am I right?" She went on as no one else was in the room. Well. Héctor was a scary looking motherfucker, but this woman was something else. She sounded so ruthless, that it chilled me to the bones.

"And this is our darling little Russian princess, I presume." My sister turned to Alexandra, who looked just as stunned as me.

"I don't speak a word in Russian." She muttered.

"You don't?" Gabriella raised one of her perfect eyebrows, then shrugged. "At least your British accent is almost as adorable as my husbands."

"Gabriella." My father and the guy named Daniel groaned at the same time.

"Let me introduce my wife, Carolina." My father stepped closer with another woman. She was as stunning as my sister, but in a totally different way. She had a huge mass of curly red hair and the greenest eyes I ever saw. She wore a comfy looking, simple green wrap-dress, but it looked expensive on her.

"I'm so happy that Ricardo managed to convince you to come and visit us." Her smile lit up the whole room, I was sure of it. She was also quite young, in her early thirties tops. Not too young for my father, though, it was still strange to me, how young my father was. From everything he told me, I couldn't imagine what it was for him to deal with everything when he was my age. If he suddenly died on me, I was sure I would let his empire collapse. On the other hand, my sister looked quite capable to take the reins into her hands.

We ate the most delicious dinner of my life, not that I really had the opportunity to enjoy the dishes. I was sure that I never had so much meat. Ever. There was a variety of game meat that I couldn't even recognize, but it was insanely good. Carolina joked about some living-in French chef and how she gains weight with every passing they because of him.

All the while Gabriella asked me and Alexandra questions that bothered on intrusive. Carolina tried very hard to shoot our nerves. From time to time my father touched her somewhere, on her hand or her cheek. It looked like he couldn't spend a minute be without it. And she always leaned into it with a shy smile.