“Yeah, I don’t think we’ll hear anything else from the mermaid bikers,” Vasily says. “There may be a few others around the city who weren’t there last night, but it was a small outfit, and I doubt they’re going to want to risk their lives by showing their faces again.”
Dmitri races around on his scooter several feet away while Misha falls asleep against his dad’s chest. It’s hard to believe that they’ll be running the Bratva when they’re older. I remember playing with my brothers while our dad conducted business. It had been normal to us, something that was always a part of our lives, just like it will be for our sons.
We talk about an upcoming shipment of drugs and how much we expect to make this month and how best to deal with a local thug who’s decided to start fights in two of our clubs last week.
Volodya runs his fingers through his son’s hair. “I can handle him easy enough.”
“Let’s give him a warning first,” Vasily says. “If he does it again, he’s all yours.”
Volodya smiles and kisses Misha’s head. When our women come back out, all talk of business stops. We switch to English and the topic changes to funny stories about the kids and the boat Volodya and Maddie are thinking about buying. By water it wouldn’t take long at all to get to my brothers’ houses, and it’s definitely on my to-do list. Plus, I really want to fuck Evie out on the water.
When Dmitri walks back over rubbing his eyes and yawning, we start on the goodbyes. Evie and I get a round of hugs and more congratulations on the engagement, and by the time we’re back in the car, we’re both more than ready for some time alone.
“When do you want to get married?” I ask her on the drive back.
“Soon. I’m ready now.”
I smile and give her thigh a squeeze. “Perfect.”
She laughs and rests her hand on mine. “We’re not really doing it tomorrow, are we?”
“No, baby, but soon. I want you to have a nice dress and a photographer, and my brothers would kill me if I eloped with you and left them out of it.”
After a few seconds, she says, “I’m not going to have anyone there.”
“You’ll have me, and my family is your family.”
Her hand tightens on mine, and when we get back to the apartment, we start making plans for the move. After a few hectic weeks of movers, buying new things for the house because I insisted we start from scratch, not wanting anything from the previous life I had, we finally move in. Mixed in with the relocation has been our wedding plans, and it’s been insane. Evie and Maddie and Nina have been in top-secret mode about the dress, and I can’t wait to see it on her tomorrow.
“What are you thinking about?” Evie asks, coming up behind me on the deck and wrapping her arms around me.
“About how much I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress tomorrow.”
“I hope you like it.”
I smile and pull her down so she’s sitting between my legs on the lounge chair. “If it’s on you, I’ll love it.”
When I reach a hand around to cup one of her breasts and pull her tighter against me, she laughs and says, “Don’t even think about it. It’s bad enough we’re breaking tradition by staying in the same house tonight. We can’t have sex.”
“Who said anything about sex?” I lean closer and nip her earlobe. She’s in her pajamas and not wearing a bra, so I take advantage of it, running my thumb over the hard nipple I see straining against the thin fabric of her shirt.
“The next time I fuck you,lapochka, it’ll be when you’re my wife.”
She smiles and grabs my thighs when I pinch her nipple between my fingers, tweaking it until she’s arching up and moaning my name.
“This hardly seems fair,” she says, her voice raspy with want and need.
I laugh and slide her shirt up, revealing the perky tits I will never be able to get enough of. I fill my hands with her, massaging her and letting her nipples scrape along my palms. She thinks I’m being mean, but this is going to be far worse for me than it will be for her.
When I slide one hand down her stomach, I stop at her lower belly and whisper, “How late are you now?”
“Over a week.”
I smile and stroke her skin, knowing without a doubt that she’s pregnant with our baby.
“It could just be stress about the wedding and move,” she reminds me, but I shake my head.
“I don’t think so. I think my baby is already growing inside you,lapochka, and I can’t tell you how fucking feral that makes me.”
