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Viktor’s eyes snap back to my face, and finally finding the strength, I rip the veil off and step toward the man I love with all my heart. The man I never should’ve left.
“Of course, he wants to kill him with his bare hands,” Luca mutters, then gives me a pointed look. “Never leave Viktor’s side again. He’s been driving me insane.”
Nikolas, Liam, and Gabriel all chuckle. Because the men don’t seem worried, I relax a little. Then it really hits – Viktor came for me, and because Greco tried to marry me, Viktor is going to kill him. I get to watch the monster die by the hands of the man I love. “I’ll never leave him again,” I whisper, more to myself than Luca.
“What’s that look for?”
“What look?” “I can’t place it. You look at me differently than before.”
It’s because I’m stunned out of my ever-loving mind by seeing firsthand how powerful he is. It’s because I’ve never seen anything hotter than Viktor in action.
It’s because I’m free to love him.
“And so the last of us fall,” Gabriel mutters. “I still win,” Viktor chuckles. “You all fell long before I did.” I glance up at Viktor. “Fall?” “For a woman,” he explains. “They’re all married already.” Oh. Ohhh.
Viktor fell for me.
moya Malen'kaya Roza.”
“I like it when you call me ‘Little Rose’ in Russian.” A cute expression settles on her face. “Can you say something else?” “Ya lyublyu tebya,” I tell Rosalie I love her for the first time. “What does that mean?” she asks. I shake my head, then give her a playful grin. “I’ll tell you another day.”
“Ya lyublyu tebya, moya Malen'kaya Roza,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. I think I know what the words mean and focus on how safe they make me feel. No one can hurt you anymore. You’re safe in Viktor’s arms.
“I love you, Rosalie. I
love every-fucking-thing about you. How petite you are. How gentle and pure your nature is. How fucking exquisite every inch of you is.” He leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine. “I love you so fucking fiercely and will never let you go. It’s you and me for life.”
A tear spirals down my cheek, which he captures on his thumb. When he licks it off, it looks freaking hot and no longer sinister. “Why do you do that?”
“Because I want to possess every part of you, moya Malen'kaya Roza. Even your tears.”
“Do you want to hear the truth?”
“No more lies.” With my entire heart, I say, “I love you, Viktor.”
I gesture at the stars tattooed on my shoulders. “I have them tattooed right above my knees as well. It means, as the head of the bratva, I don’t kneel before anyone.” “Okay,” she murmurs,
Then I drop down to my knees in front of her. It takes a moment for Rosalie to realize what I’m trying to say. “I’ll only kneel before you, moya Malen'kaya Roza. You have the power of the bratva and the Priesthood behind you. Never hesitate to use it if you find yourself in trouble.”
“Have I told you how glad I am that you kidnapped me?”
“Yes, but it never gets old.”
“That felt good,” she admits. “Kind of like a power trip.”
“Well, you had the head of the bratva literally by the balls,” I joke while still trying to catch my breath. She lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, I did.”
So… am I still the villain in your story?”
Yes.”
“Only a villain would’ve done what you did. You killed to save me.”
“And I love you ...
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“You’re not just you. You’re moya Malen'kaya Roza. You’re the woman I love, the woman I killed for.”
“Rosalie, I’m not worthy of you.” “Yes, you are,”
“You changed my life in so many good ways. If it ...
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“I’d either be dead or married to Greco. You’re the only one who gives me choices. You’ve always done what’s best for me, even when it broke your heart. Don’t y...
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“That right there is why my parents will accept you with open arms, moya Malen'kaya Roza. You love me, and that’s enough.”
“It’s you and me, moya Malen'kaya Roza. Forever.” “Forever,” she agrees.
“Rosalie, since the moment I saw you, you’ve held my heart in the palm of your hand. You’re the only person I’ll kneel before, and right now, I’m begging you on my knees, please marry me.”
“A million times, yes.”
“Ya lyublyu tebya, moya Malen'kaya Roza.”
“I love you too.” “Never take the ring off,” he orders, his voice hoarse. “I promise I won’t.”
“It will always be me and you, moya Malen'kaya Roza. Forever.” “Forever,” I whisper
I glance around, taking in how happy my family is, bursts of laughter constantly filling the air. If anyone ever had to ask me what the mafia is about, my answer would be this moment. Family and friends. People who have your back through thick and thin, who will bleed with you to protect the
empires we’ve built over the years. My gaze turns back to Rosalie and my Roman – the loves of my life – the woman I’ll grow old with, and my son, who will one day take over the bratva.
