Champagne Wrath (Orlov Bratva, #2)
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“Misha, you told me—you promised me—that you’d stay with me.” He flinches and then turns away from me. A cold shoulder has never felt so frigid. “I shouldn’t have made a promise I didn’t intend to keep.”
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“You got my son to fall in love with you. If you can do that, you can do anything.”
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Seeing her that way, breathtakingly beautiful, swollen with my children inside her… It unearths this primal possessiveness inside me.
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“She doesn’t need you.” More importantly, I don’t need my mother living in my house. There’s a reason I bought her a house in another neighborhood with an entire city between us. “She has me.” My mother just scowls. “I think we both know that that’s not true.”
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“I want to give you the best home, the best life,” I whisper to my future children. “But I’m not sure I’m capable of being a good father. The only thing I did right is choose the best mother for both of you. She has everything I lack. And already, I know she’s going to love you the way that every child deserves to be loved.” I sigh and correct myself. “The way every person deserves to be loved. She deserves that, too. A full life with a husband who can step up for her. Someone to be the protector she never had. To be the kind of husband that she always wanted. But I don’t have it in me to love ...more
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I made myself uncomfortable for him without even considering what I wanted. I’ll have to unlearn that.
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“I’m sorry I made you feel like you were not worthy of me, kiska. I’m sorry I forced you into a loveless marriage. But I’m most sorry for making you think that I didn’t care. Because the truth is, I love you, Paige Orlov.” He brings my hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckle. “I’m sorry I took so long to say it.”
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“No one appreciates a parent quite as much as the child who’s never had one.”
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Then he reaches around behind him and reveals a small, sleek dagger. It’s sheathed in black leather, but when I pull it out of the holster, it gleams wickedly. “It’s so beautiful,” I murmur. “So tiny, too.” “Just what every man likes to hear about his weapon.” I snort with laughter.
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She’s gorgeous and dripping with diamonds, and her boobs have enough plastic to keep Lego in business for centuries.
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“You’re working yourself up,” I tell her, in the calm voice that I know riles her up even more. “Go get some sleep.”
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All those years ago, I let her shut me up like that. Now, I wish I’d kept asking. Kept nagging. Because one little scar turned into more, and more, and more. Until she drew a cut that she wouldn’t ever come back from.
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“There was a lot going on. I know, I get it. But I’m glad you told me the truth now. You know what this is right here?” I ask, gesturing between the two of us. “What?” “Growth!” He stares at me blankly for a second. Then he bursts out laughing.