I had to laugh. “From time to time. Maybe I’ll take you there sometime.”
“Uh-huh. Curing cancer now on top of all your accomplishments. My, what an interesting man I married.”
“You have no idea.” I glanced toward the sky, wondering if by some chance… Oh, fuck, no. There was no way. I definitely didn’t believe in spirits walking the earth or talking to mere mortals.
Even my brother.
“You know what I think?”
“No, but I am certain you’re going to tell me.”
As usual, she rolled her eyes. “I think your brother is always with you and maybe, just maybe, curing a child’s illness was his greatest deed of all. Not just for Jimmy’s little girl, but for you to forgive yourself and live your life. Maybe for once, just believe in the unbelievable.”
“Now you read minds. Fucking fantastic. Black magic?”
“Maybe something even deeper. Like love.”
Love.
I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, but I did know one thing for certain.
Catherine was mine and I would do anything in the world to keep her safe.
And to make her smile.
Catherine
“What the fuck is taking them so long?” I was so angry spots were in front of my eyes. The courthouse was filled with people, one too many paying far too much attention to my presence.
It seemed the entire world knew of our marriage, but few had congratulated me.
In their minds, I’d bedded the devil.
Little did they know how sexy that was.
“Calm down. It won’t be much longer.”
While I appreciated Sinclair being with me at the courthouse, along with a half dozen guards who looked like bouncers in their dark suits, he wasn’t exactly making me feel any better. In fact, I was reminded I’d married into a mafia family.
Yes, the Russians had laid low, likely licking their wounds after the attack. The body count had been tremendous and somehow, some way, the Prince family had managed to shove everything under one huge rug as if nothing had happened on that beautiful sunny day when a church experienced a massacre.
I did find it interesting that through the Prince influence the attack on the courthouse had been linked to the Bratva. From what I’d heard through the grapevine, Ivan Barishnikoff was facing charges.
At this point, I just didn’t care.
All my energy was focused on whether or not Xander had followed through after my threat.
I had to laugh. I’d tossed aside all the law and order in my life for a single reason.
To do what it took to protect the man I loved.
How strange.
How amazing.
We’d found a rhythm in what we were doing as a couple, the passion still off the charts. Was he still a grouch, his darknessovertaking him during moments of self-doubt? Absolutely, but he was a different man.
Completely doting.
