I laughed. He glared.
“Stop looking at my wife like that if you don’t want me to send you to an early grave.”
Kolya snorted, “You’re so pussy-whipped, comrade.”
But Kirill didn’t have a comeback because he was staring at his phone, brows drawing together. “You all ran into Chloe?”
“Who is that?” I nodded at the phone in his hand.
“Ivan.”
Aralina couldn’t wait to tell her father.
“Yes, but ran into is pushing it. We saw her right before the elevators slid closed.”
“And…” Kirill raised a brow. Oh, he knew. “And what…” But he was waiting for me to come clean.
“She had a baby with her.”
“A what?” Kolya’s question wasn’t shouted, but the harshness ricocheted around the room. He abandoned his lazy lounging on the couch and stalked toward me. It was asthreatening as I perceived because Kirill stepped in front of me and shoved his friend. “Watch it.”
Kolya scrubbed his face. His face was drawn into tight, scary, impatient lines.
My husband faced me. “Were you going to keep it from me?”
“No, I had no plans to. Even when Dom told me to stay out of it.”
“So they know exactly what’s going on?”
“Probably.”
“This is interesting…” Kirill was lost in thought.
“How old is the baby? Girl? Boy?” Kolya demanded.
“What does it matter?” I was still annoyed that Trevor and Dom were keeping secrets from me, especially about this. But I also couldn’t blame them if they did so to protect Chloe.
Kolya glared at me, and I glared back.
Finally, he stalked out of the room.
“What the hell is wrong with him?”
Kirill sighed. “The best way I can describe it is muzzling an attack dog.”
“You mean like those Malinois?”
“Yeah, those. He needs a job, and when you don’t give him a job, he becomes destructive.”
“As long as he doesn’t break anything in this house.”
My husband dragged me into his arms. “How are you feeling?”
I melted. He asked me this twice a day. “I didn’t get a headache today, and I’m not as stiff.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” he murmured. “But if you’re up to it, I can help you relax.”
“What do you have in mind?”
