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"What's the word from the party?" I ask, breaking the silence.
She responds with a wry smile, "It's not looking very good for the wannabe mayor."
I nod, turning back to Vadem. "So here's the deal. Your fate is in your daughter’s hands." My words hang in the air, and I can see the fear flicker in his eyes.
Mariya pauses, considering her father, with a complex mix of emotions playing across her face. Finally, she speaks. "You did terrible things, Father. Unforgivable, really. But in a twisted way, you brought me to Damien. And for that..." she trails off for a moment before continuing, "I'm giving you a brief head start before the authorities catch up to you. Consider it a parting gift for bringing the love of my life into my orbit."
Maryia nods to Samuil, and with a swift motion, he cuts Vadem's bindings. Vadem doesn't waste a second, stumbling to his feet and fleeing like the coward he is. As he disappears into the shadows, I can't help but feel a sense of closure, a chapter ending in the most unexpected of ways.
Samuil pulls out his phone with a knowing smirk. "The cops are on their way," he announces with a tone of finality in his voice.
I nod. “That means it’s time to move.”
We stride out into the night, our steps resolute, a collective sigh of relief.
Waiting outside is Roman, calm and composed as always, behind the wheel of a sleek car that seems to swallow the darkness around it. As we settle in, the car purrs to life, a quiet beast ready to whisk us away from the night's drama.
Roman's voice cuts through the settling calm. "Where to?" he asks, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.
I glance at Mariya, taking in her radiant appearance. The elegant gown makes her look like she's stepped out of a fairy tale. "It'd be a shame to let a dress like that go to waste," I remark, a playful grin tugging at my lips.
Her light and carefree laughter fills the car, easing the remaining tension from the evening. It's contagious, and soon, we're all sharing in the moment.
The car glides through the streets, the city lights a blur as we drive. The night, once filled with danger and uncertainty, now promises celebration. We've come out on the other side, stronger and more united.
"We should celebrate," someone suggests, and the car fills with murmurs of agreement. The night is ours now, a canvas to paint with lighter colors, a chance to revel in our victory and the company of those we hold dear.
Chapter 38
Mariya
The celebration is nothing short of magnificent. The top floor of one of Moscow's most luxurious hotels is transformed into our personal haven, the city's twinkling lights creating a sparkling backdrop to our intimate gathering. Laughter and chatter fill the air, a welcome change from the tension that has enveloped us for weeks.
As we mingle the mood is light, almost jubilant. Glasses clink, stories are shared, and for a moment, the world outside our little sanctuary ceases to exist. It's a rare moment of peace and camaraderie, a reminder of what we've been fighting for.
Suddenly, the room quiets as Andrei steps forward, his presence commanding attention. He raises his glass, waiting for every eye to meet his; the reverence his family holds him in is obvious.
"Tonight, we celebrate not just our victory but the unbreakable bond that defines us as a family," Andrei begins, his voice resonant and full of emotion. "We've faced challenges, some that have tested our very foundations, but we've emerged stronger, more united."
His gaze then turns to Damien, and there's a warmth in his eyes that I've seldom seen. "Damien, you've proven yourself to be more than a brother; you’re an invaluable part of this family. We regret any moment we made you feel like an outsider. Your strength, your loyalty, your courage—they are the very essence of what makes this family strong."
Everyone in the room nods in agreement, a chorus of murmurs affirming Andrei's words. I can see their impact on Damien.
"And so, with open hearts, we want you to play an integral role in rebuilding our Bratva here in Moscow. Your vision, your drive, is what we need to steer us into a new era," Andrei continues, his voice steady and sure.
I watch as Damien stands, his posture straight, a newfound determination in his eyes. It's a pivotal moment, a turning point where past grievances give way to future possibilities.
"I accept," Damien says, his voice clear and strong. "I'll do everything in my power to lead us forward, to uphold our values and our legacy."
Everyone in the room erupts in cheers, glasses raised in unison. Andrei steps forward and embraces Damien, a symbol of unity and brotherhood that resonates through each of us.
As the evening unfolds, the air is filled with a sense of hope, of new beginnings. We dance, we laugh, we toast to the future.
It’s not long before Damien and I desire to be alone. The gathering is still in full swing, and the two of us slip away.
In the sanctuary of our suite, everything else seems to fade away, leaving just Damien and me in our own private universe. Each glance carries a depth of emotion that words could never fully capture.
"I can't believe you’re my wife," Damien whispers, his eyes sparkling with a mix of happiness and awe. "And now, to think we're going to be parents..." His voice trails off, but his eyes say everything—pride, joy, and a hint of the fear that surrounds upcoming parenthood.
