It had been two weeks since my memory came back, and honestly, I couldn't have been happier. Dominic and I spent every waking minute with each other, while Yuri and Vitya handled the majority of the business, thus giving us the much-needed time together. We explored Russia anew. He took me to his Irkutsk mansion, where we both basked in the beauty of Baikal Lake. And made love, all the freaking time, on every surface possible. And in ways I hadn't even imagined, but live and learn, right?
Dad visited us once before going back to the States due to Mary’s condition, although not without giving Dom a lecture on actually buying me a house because the headquarters wasn't good for women. While we agreed with him, for now, it suited us just fine, and I had no strength nor desire to search for a house.
On the other hand, having a baby brother or sister was huge! Mary was the sweetest woman ever, and she must have been special if she managed to catch my dad’s heart, considering it had turned to stone after Mom’s death. Kind of fun having little ones running around.
“Watch who you speak to,” Dom growled at Kostya, and I patted his arm, soothing him somewhat. Caveman to the core.
Suddenly, the main doors of the entrance opened as Radmir burst in, holding a sleeping child in his arms while a brown-haired beauty followed them, screaming at him in a hushed tone, clearly for the benefit of her child. “How could you do this?”
Radmir ignored her, placed the sleeping boy on the couch, and spun around to face us all.
I was positive most of us had our mouths wide open from shock, because… um, hello… he brought a kid here? We hadn't heard much from him since he flew to the States on the same night Dominic shared the revelation with him, and here he was. Showing up with them all! “Pakhan.” Nothing but reserved politeness in the snarl, as he removed his jacket and covered the kid with it due to the air conditioning running.
“Radmir!” the stunning woman hissed, and seriously, I’d never seen anyone like her. She wore tight black pants and a purple see-through shirt with lacy sleeves that emphasized her delicate features and feminine beauty. Her vivid blue eyes glared at the sovietnik, and something else was in her gaze as well, but it was hard to capture, considering I had no clue about her.
Except that she broke Radmir’s heart, gave testimony against him, and had his kid, which didn't really paint her in the best of lights.
“We have nothing to talk about.”
“You kidnapped my son!”
His face turned lethal, so much I buried deeper in to Dom’s side, seeking protection. The sovietnik sure as hell was a mean person. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his fury. “Our son. And if you thought just for one second I would allow him to stay with you and your husband, you are even dumber than I thought.”
Konstanciya and I winced, as his words were harsh, and it didn't escape my notice how pain flashed in Vivian’s eyes before she composed herself, showing nothing but indifference.
“No law would give him to you.”
“You are in Russia. Only my law applies here. And if you think of bringing that fucker here demanding his rights just because his name is on the birth certificate—”
Vivian shook her head and spoke, but not before patting Jake on the back as he stirred from their voices. “His name is not on it.”
Radmir paused at this information, and then muttered, “Fuck it,” and grabbed her by the neck—to my gasp—while holding her face close to his. “You want our kid back?” She nodded, and he gave her a sinister smile. “Then you’ll learn to obey.” He addressed Kostya. “Watch my kid.” He scooped her up in his arms while she screamed her lungs out for him to let go, and they disappeared upstairs, most probably to his wing of the mansion.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Michael muttered, then grinned. “Kostya, you a nanny now?”
Kostya flipped him off, while Konstanciya laughed.
“Vitya, a word,” Dom said, letting go of me, but not before brushing his finger over my cheek. “Rosa, I need to discuss an important matter with Vitya. Do not even dare leaving headquarters before you see me.”
Annoyed, I sipped my drink with an innocent expression. “Didn’t mean to.”
“Promise me.” He waited, and I nodded. Satisfied, they left for his office, leaving me dwelling on the situation. Sneaky bastard, he knew if I promised him something, I wouldn’t go against it. If only he could see all this through my perspective, but he refused, claiming I’d lost my mind and that he would not apologize for protecting me.
My phone beeped as a message popped up.
Are you excited as much as me?
You landed? *Shocked*
Wi-Fi works on Vito’s private plane.
She had to engage the crime boss in her little getaway, didn’t she? It’s not that I had ill feelings toward him, considering that with my memory back, I kind of stopped being afraid of all things mafia, but still, he had a reputation.
Bad one at that, and my so-called sister was totally clueless about his desire for her. I wondered what stopped him from going after her and being okay with her hopping from one bed to another.
Can’t wait to see the ice rink! *Happy dance*
Skating was a huge thing here, with Russian athletes winning medals and stuff for their accomplishments. For Ciara to come for a visit was a dream come true. She constantly sent me pics with places she dreamed of visiting. One of them was Sochi, a town where the 2014 Winter Olympics happened, but Dominic quickly put a stop to it with a firm no.
