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For one, she’s not talking about leaving me in a few weeks anymore.
She’s not using every chance she gets to remind me that she’s my wife only temporarily.
And, most importantly, she holds the same level of fucked-up desire for me as I do for her. I’ve been trying to wake her up with my mouth on her cunt, but lately, she’s been reversing the roles, so I’m the one who wakes up in heaven with her lips around my cock.
The biggest red flag, though, is that she’s been spending more time with the ex-robot Kristina, much to my and my brother’s dismay.
I snatch a champagne glass from a passing waiter and stand beside said brother. We’re holding a gathering at the house to celebrate the brotherhood’s alliance with the Yakuza. The brotherhood leaders and the heads of other factions have shown up, too.
The reason for the strengthening of this relationship—Damien—has fucked off to God knows where. I haven’t seen his fiancée, either, since her father introduced her earlier.
The downside of being Pakhan is the obligation to conduct private meetings and indulge in stupid small talk, but that’s the last thing on my mind.
I haven’t been able to find an explanation for the feeling that’s been plaguing my insides these last couple of days.
The simple definition would be unease and dread of the unknown where Sasha’s concerned. The first reaction my brain came up with was to suffocate her further, lock her the fuck up if need be, so there won’t be a way out no matter how much she tries.
But that would mean completely eradicating whatever semblance of peace we’ve been having.
She’d hate it and me.
Besides, it’s not that she’s trying to leave.
Or maybe that’s what she’s doing, but discreetly so I won’t be able to thwart her plans.
“They’re surprisingly close,” my brother says from beside me, his attention on the two women.
They’re standing with the annoying Rai and Adrian’s wife, Lia, as if this is some sort of a sorority.
Sasha is wearing a loose black dress that stops right above her knees. Her shiny blonde hair is loose, now reaching the middle of her back. She hasn’t cut it once since she went back to being a woman.
Although her heels aren’t as high as the others’, she’s still the tallest of the bunch. The most beautiful, too. Just saying.
“More like, your wife is surprisingly clingy.” I direct my malicious glare at my brother. “Keep her away from my wife.”
He raises a brow. “Not sure that’s how it works.”
“Find a solution that works, then.”
He smiles, and it’s surprisingly mischievous. “Is it so bad that she’s making women friends? At least they’re not the guards you strongly oppose of.”
“I don’t like anyone who’s prone to steal her time from me.”
“You need help.”
“Yes. Yours. In the form of stopping Kristina from taking away my wife to fuck knows where.”
Even Karina has been getting annoyed at not being able to spend as much time as possible with Sasha. My sister is hiding in her room as we speak. She may have started to leave the house at times, but crowds still freak her out.
“Ever thought she might actually need a social circle outside of yourself?” Konstantin asks like an idiot.
“No.”
“I would say I’m surprised, but that would be a lie…” he trails off when our mother—correction, his mother—appears at the bottom of the stairs with her brother, Yakov.
He’s on the board of the family bank and has always disregarded me, unlike the rest of her siblings, who have supported me since day one. Including my eldest uncle, who’s the head of the family and the bank.
Yulia has always gotten along with Yakov. He’s the only sibling she’s visited over the years, but he rarely came here in the past because he and Roman hated each other with passion.
He only started showing his face in our family home after his death.
My attention slides back to Konstantin, who’s gripping his flute so tight, I’m surprised it doesn’t break into pieces.
It’s no secret that he and Yulia have a strained relationship since he indirectly picked Kristina over her and married a woman his mother doesn’t approve of.
But it’d take a miracle for Yulia to hate her golden child. I thought Konstantin was using this chance to put some form of distance between him and his toxic mother, but maybe that’s not the whole story.
I narrow my eyes on Yulia and Yakov, then direct my gaze at my brother. “Is there something I need to know?”
He purses his lips but says nothing.
“Konstantin.” I adopt my most diplomatic tone as I face him. “I know we haven’t been model siblings, but you’re still my brother. If Yakov is giving you shit of any sort, I’ll hang him by his balls before he can blink. You don’t need to worry about the repercussions. I have enough power to squash him—”
