Red Reaper - Soldiers of Fortune [book one]

Chapter SIXTY FIVE

Konstantin Ivanov

Hours after leaving the church, my bride and I finally make our way into the Red Tea Room reception, met with whistles and laughter as our guests toss bills on the mahogany floor of the restaurant..

"Uhh.. Why are they throwing money at us?" Lucky puzzles, looking around at our friends as if they were insane..

"They wish for you to 'clean it'.." I grin, nodding down towards the littering of paper on the floor..

"Oh yeah?" She frowns with an expression of bemusement.. "Because I'm a woman?"

I chuckle, kneeling down as an example to pick up on of the bills, offering it up to her with a smirk.. "Nyet.. Becauze iz fun, Malishka.."

"Oh.." Her fingers curl around the note before she bobs down to pick up another and another, giggling as the guests continue to shower her in wealtg and fortune.. "A girl could get used to this!"

Soon she has two fistfuls of cash which she waves triumphantly to the cheers of everybody around us before she turns to shrug at me with a radiant sunny smile on her face..

It is the joy of my life to see her smile.. She is magnificent, blindingly beautiful, bright and warm..

My Solnyshko..

My wife..

Mine..

When we are finally seated at our table the sound of clinking glasses catches Lucky's attention and she points over my shoulder with a titter of amusement.. I turn to see Katya, glowing in her lacy pink bridesmaid dress with her cup raised in toast.. "Za-Molodykh! For the newlyweds!"

"Gor'ko!" Shouts Stori and soon others begin to clink their glasses and join on the chant..

"Gor'ko! Gor'ko!"

I lean closer to my angelic bride to whisper.. "They wish for uz to kiss.."

"Oooh! They don't have to tell me twice!" She giggles, leaning over to press her sweet lips to mine as Katya begins to count..

"Adin! Dva! Tri-"

Lucky giggles, drawing back with her fingers pressed to her lips as if to hold in her laughter... "Why is she counting?"

"Nooo! Gor'ko!" Katya jeers and the crowd agrees.. "Gor'ko!"

Lucky breathes, wide eyed and worried.. "Did I do something wrong?"

I shake my head.. "Nyet.. They count for our love.. The longer 'ze count, 'ze more powerful the love.."

"Oh.. Well in that case, we better try again.." She brings her mouth to mine again, tender and sweet and soon I am lost in her, unaware of how long the count lasts.. Every once of me aches to be closer to her, to taste her more deeply, to feel her more fervently..