Anatoly blinks and nods.
“Baby, I will,” He says.
But he kisses me, pulling me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in the feelings that he stirs, erasing the nightmare of the last few hours. I pull back and stare at him.
“Do you know if my chicas are okay?”
“No, you need to call them because there is no way we can return to look for them. The place is full of police that are investigating the crime scene. A lot of people died, but I made sure to kill the fucker that was aiming his gun, ready to shoot you,” Anatoly hisses, lowering his eyelids.
“Oh my, how did you find me?”
“Baby, I’ll always find you. I heard you yell and saw the big man aiming his gun at you,” Anatoly says.
“That was the thug that wanted to take me! Do you think that he was there to take me? Oh my, it’s my fault that all of those college kids were killed?”
I cry, covering my face with my hands. My heart pounds fast, and my head hurts.
“Baby, calm down. It’s not your fault! It’s your Dad's because he’s the Capo of the Cartel.”
I open my eyes to look at him, raising my brow.
“How do you know that?”
“I just learned that the Capo Fuentes, an alliance of mine, is your Dad. He asked me to protect you from the Cartel. That’s when I realized what was happening and that they were out to get you. That’s why I was coming to look for you,” Anatoly says, holding me close and gazing into my eyes.
“What do you mean, an alliance? So, you’re with me because you’re in cahoots with the Cartel,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“No, baby, no. I didn’t know that you were Fuentes's daughter. Remember, we met in the hospital. But I do have an alliance with your Dad. He’s the Capo for the Cartel, and I’m a Spy for the Bratva. I work for Pakhan, and he's my brother and my boss. I help him by gathering information and with security.”
I stare at him, blink several times, and gather my brows.
“Bratva?”
“Yes, the Russian mafia.”
“Oh my god! You’re in the Russian mafia?”
“Yes, but we are Bratva, not mafia. I am. I hope you’re good with it. It’s who I am. I want you in my life as my woman. My wife.”
“You want to marry? Because I’m pregnant?”
“Yes, I want to marry you, but because I love you.”
“Oh. You love me?”
I stare at him, gazing into his eyes to see his truth.
“Yes, I love you. I love that you’re having my baby. Will you marry me,” Anatoly asks, cupping my face.
“Ohhhhh. . . . you’re going to put the ring on it?”
Anatoly laughs, nodding, and runs his finger over my lower lip.
“Yes, I promised that I would,” He says, smiling his sexy, panty-melting smile.
“That’s right, you did. You promised to be my man. Yes! I’ll marry you! I love you, Anatoly, my Russian hottie,” I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I love you.”
