Page 98 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“It’s Greg.” Even saying her asshole of an ex’s name out loud felt like a sacrilege on our special day. I never wanted to mention his name again. But she needed to hear this, and it would be better coming from me.

“What about him?”

“He’s dead.”

She went perfectly still on my lap. “Ok.”

“His body was pulled from the river yesterday morning.”

Lily blew out a breath. “Did you kill him?”

I hesitated. “No.” I finally answered. “No,, I didn’t kill him, but I wished I had,” I added honestly.

“Ok,” she said again. There was a hint of pain in her voice as she hid her face against my chest.

The car filled with silence so heavy that it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Was she grieving him? Even after everything he had done?

“Talk to me, please, Lily,” I begged. “Use your words and tell me how you are feeling.”

She lifted her head slowly. “I feel like I’m about to marry the love of my life.” Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against mine in a tender kiss. “For Greg, I feel nothing. I mean, apart from relief.”

I swallowed hard and found her lips again. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just sipping on each other’s lips like they were the finest wine.

“Relief?”

She nodded her lips still pressed to mine. “Yes, relief. I’m glad he’s gone because now we really can put the past behind us.”

I grinned. “Want to get married?”

“Yes, please.”

But neither one of us moved. We fell against each other. Our lips came together so hard that our teeth clashed. In seconds, I was throbbing for her.

“Are you two coming to get married or are you just going to make out in the parking lot?” Anya called, her knuckles rapping on the window.

We came apart guiltily. Pressing my forehead to Lily’s, I sighed happily. “Let’s go get married.”

It was a simple affair, me in a suit with Timothy at my side. Lily, in her simple white dress with a bouquet of wild flowers, which hid the small bump that pressed the dress outwards. Her hair was curled, and her makeup was natural.

She looked like a damn fairy princess, and honestly, I had never seen her look so beautiful. And she was all mine, for now and for always. Our closest friends and family sat watching her, and I saw nothing but love in their eyes, too.

Lily was right. The wedding didn’t matter. The life we built afterward did. I wanted a marriage with her. A future. Smiling to myself, I left my place and went to her, wrapping her in my arms and bending her backwards so I could kiss her lips.

“You look beautiful,” I whispered against her mouth. Murmurs went up around us. But I didn’t care. I knew I was supposed to wait until the officiant said I could kiss her, but I couldn’t wait. I’d already been away from her for twenty long minutes. And it was twenty minutes too long.

“You’re supposed to wait, Daniil.” I heard Anya giggle. “He’s never been very patient.”

I ignored her as well. My entire world, my entire focus was trained on Lily and how she felt in my arms.

“I look the same as I did earlier,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, beautiful.” I claimed her lips again. “I think we should get married so I can take you upstairs and fill your belly full of babies.”

I kept my voice low so no one could hear, but she blushed anyway. “My body is already full of your baby, Danill,” she pointed out.

“Babies.” I straightened her, gently placing her back on her feet. But I didn’t let go of her. It was like I was incapable of letting her go, and after today, I never had to let her go.

Feared Bratva or not, I wanted her by my side forever. I wouldn’t be able to live if I didn’t. She was my entire world.