Bratva Queen (complete)

Chapter 23

The old man had offered Roza his arm when we started walking around the property. I could see him patting her hand when she spoke of our future children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

"That is the true meaning of a home young lady. A place where generations to come can come and always feel loved, safe, happy and protected."

"While you are making your decision Mr. Konyuhov please keep us in mind. I would really love to call this place my home and to watch my children run and play here."

I looked at Ivan and he smirked. I knew that he was thinking the same thing that I was. My Roza could charm the newly grown skin from the back of a snake. Even unintentionally.

"Mrs. Belikova, my mind was made up as soon as you started talking about your children and grandchildren growing up here. This place is yours if you want it."

She gasped, "really?!"

"Yes child, really."

Then she did something that I had never in my life seen my wife do. She squealed and started jumping up and down in joy and excitement.

"Mitya, Mitya did you hear that?!"

"Yes lyubov' moya, I heard." I smiled at her indulgently. (my love)

She looked at me beseechingly, "sooo?"

"Will this place make you happy milaya moya?" (my dearest)

"Yes!"

"Then so be it."

Again, she squealed as she ran to me and jumped into my arms.

Kissing me all over my face she said, "I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you so so so so so much."

Ivan, Mr. Konyuhov and I watched as Roza removed her shoes and turned around in circles with her arms stretched out at her sides looking up at the sun. All three of us laughed at her unadulterated joy.

"My boy, that is one lady that you should never ever let go of."

"I don't ever intend to sir, I don't ever intend to."

And I didn't, come hell or high water Roza and I would be together forever.

Two days later Roza and I were the proud new owners of that plot of land in Baia.

As I had told Roza, I had an architect meet us at the Mazur estate in Turkey. Where we designed our homes. They were all three to be built with the same exact floor plan, but that is where any similarities ended.

The house in Baia would be built of stone, the one in Moscow of brick and the one in Tennessee, would look like a log cabin. That is what my Roza wanted and I was bound and proklyatyy determined that she would get what she wanted. (damned)

They would all be five stories with twenty-five bedrooms, three bathrooms on the ground floor. Every floor plus the attic and basements would have three safe rooms. The kitchens, libraries, dining rooms, studies, breakfast rooms, family rooms, dens and living rooms were all massive of course. They had to be to fit all our family, friends and guardians in them. The dining room tables alone had to be big enough to sit twenty-five people each, and there would be four tables, running along three of the walls. Leaving the middle of the room open, for the buffet tables, dancing when people wanted to or playing when the children wanted to.

There would also be training facilities with space for physical as well as weapons training. I never wanted any member of our family to be vulnerable, so training areas for the guardians, was a must have. And anyone else who wanted to learn was more than welcome. Our homes in Baia and Tennessee would have a contingent of guardians there year round to look after the place.