Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Oh God, who let you out of your cage?” Rodion grumbles with a shudder as he rejoins us. “Roza’s down for the night.”
“Can you put Vika down for the night? I was trying to take care of our woman when she crawled out of her hideout.”
Swatting me, Alyona says, “Play nice.”
“I was wondering if you were going to the club tonight. Isn’t Roman fighting?” Vika, leans against the door frame, trying to act nonchalant.
“No,” I bark, leaping over the couch and jabbing a finger in her direction. “Stay away from Roman. You’ve had your claws in enough good men and ruined them.”
“Rude.” She places a hand to her chest. Her gaze drops to my cock tenting my pants.
“True,” Rodion grunts as he walks over to Alyona and grins. “You’re naked from the waist down, moya lyubov.” My love.
“Eww, I’m going out. I’ll see you freaks later.” Vika waves over her shoulder.
“I hope not,” Rodion calls out.
“Stay away from the club, Vika,” I bark to her retreating form.
“It’s Amelia,” she calls back.
“It’s Satan,” I retort.
Turning back to Rodion and Alyona, I rip my shirt over my head and push my pants down, kicking them off.
Now where were we?
Epilogue
Nine years later
Alyona
Sipping the glass of water, I groan, rubbing a hand over my growing stomach. Roza was a damn breeze, but my madmen had to put a boy inside me, and the little shit thinks my kidneys are a kick bag.
Both my men and Viktor look over at me and smile from the other end of the bar. We had to come to The Vault to sort through some paperwork.
“I’m hot,” I whine.
Z approaches me and starts massaging my shoulders. “We’ll be done soon. Do you want to wait in the car?”
Dropping my head forward to enjoy his ministrations, I grumble, “No, I want my ankles to be their normal size again.”
Nipping my ear, Z whispers, “Your ankles are beautiful.”
I’m grateful that my madmen don’t care about my size, whether I’m big, small, or anything in between. For all these years, they have loved me through those changes, and I have never felt anything less than perfect in their eyes.
“Your turn Zahkar,” Viktor says, holding out a pen.
I hobble to my feet and walk over to where Roza is playing near the dance floor with a pop star Barbie type doll she’s obsessed with. Taylor, something or other.
“Should a little doll like her be in a place like this?” a voice says from a dark corner booth.
I startle and place a hand to my chest. “It’s dangerous to frighten a pregnant woman.” Asshole. I want to tack on the last part but refrain.
The club is closed, and we’re heading out for a family dinner after the twins finalize the purchase of The Vault. Viktor has met someone—actually, two someones, and is packing up to return home to Russia.
“And,” I say, pointing to the doll, “that’s her favorite toy.” I wave my hand dismissively at Viktor’s boyfriend. He really creeps me out.
Dark curls spill over his forehead as he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees, his deep brown eyes swallowing all the light around him. The intensity of his gaze feels palpable, casting a dark pulse over the room. I instinctively place my hands on Roza’s shoulders, needing to feel her skin beneath my palms.
“Not the toy, the girl. She’s beautiful.” He studies her, head cocking to the side, and my hairs rise all over my body. A heavy silence envelops us. It feels like the world stops moving and holds its breath.
“She’s like a perfect little doll. What’s your name?” he asks her, and I stiffen.
“Roza, what’s yours?” she responds, not recognizing the danger baring his teeth at her. She slips her doll into her backpack and zips it.
“Z,” I bark, and he moves swiftly over to me, sensing my tone and glaring at the man who is way too relaxed under the weight of Z’s scowl.
“What’s wrong?” Z stands in front of us, a human shield.
“I don’t like it here, I want to leave,” I say. Eight months pregnant or not, I will fight this asshole.
“Benjamin,” Viktor barks, his voice sharp and filled with a clear warning. The man straightens, cracking his neck with a confident flick of his head, and a sly smile curls at the corner of his lips. It’s as if you’re staring directly into the face of the devil himself, handsome yet utterly terrifying.
“Benny,” the man says, holding out his hand toward Roza.
Z smacks it away. “You better back the fuck up or we’re going to have a problem.”
Rodion arrives in an instant, placing himself protectively in front of Roza. Benny raises his hands and says, “Calm down, I'm not a monster.” The way he utters the word “monster” sends a chill down my spine, as if all the darkness around us is drawing closer to him, and he is absorbing it.