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“I’m not a princess. I don’t want to be treated as one,” Sasha objects. “I can love you better if I’m not one.”
I understand what she means. We are the same but with a different premise. If the consequences of being the daughter of a high-level Bratva member don't bind her, she could be free to do what she wants. She is free to love whomever she wants. It used to be the same for me. But the consequences of the desire for revenge bind me. I wouldn't want anyone other than her. I couldn't love because of my hatred. And I could love her better if I didn't have such a desire.
"Let's get married after the Treme Festival," her sudden suggestion shocks me.
"But that would mean returning to the city," I remind her. "I thought we were running away."
“We are. I just…” Sasha softly smiles and admits, “I want to witness it. It looks like so much fun in videos and pictures. It can be a great way to celebrate our wedding.”
Her plan bothers me, but Sasha's longing eyes bury my doubts. She has changed me a lot. From being somebody who wants all evil done to her, I become one who wishes to give her all the things she wants in this world. No. I will have to take one away from her, but I'll pay for it by loving her.
“Are you sure about marrying me?” I ask.
“Did you change your mind?” Sasha sounds worried.
"No," I reinforce my answer with a passionate kiss. "I will never."
Sasha brushes the tip of her nose on my cheeks before kissing me gently. "Have you ever been to Russia?" she whispers into my ears.
I grit my teeth a little as I must lie to her again. I had been there many times to watch her, know her, and hate her. Somehow, I discovered many things about my parents because of her. I knew the truth about their love story. Though my father forced my mother to be his wife, they learned to love each other. Vigo told me my mother fell in love with my father on the day I was born.
“No woman can resist a man who gives them the best gift,” is how Vigo phrased it. I kiss Sasha with the happy thought that I will do the same to her. We will have our own family. I’ll keep her in love with me even after I murder Xerxes. Our children will keep us together.
“I haven’t,” I lie.
"So, you haven't had any authentic Russian dishes?" Sasha keeps kissing my cheeks as she asks. I smile to hide my frustration about answering her with another lie. "How about having an authentic Russian dinner with me?"
“Does my lovely Sasha know how to cook?”
I chuckle when she wrinkles her nose and presses it against mine. Her cute reactions always overfill me with joy. I like how she bares her naughtiness to me. She pushes her lips against mine but pulls away before I can kiss her.
"I can only cook a few. Like stroganoff, pirozhki, and pelmeni soup," Sasha says while wriggling away from me. "That's what we're having tomorrow."
“Sounds good to me,” I place my hands around her waist and pull her closer. She giggles when I sniff her neck and whisper, “What will we have for dessert?”
"Just ice cream," Sasha pushes me away and stops me from kissing her. She raises an eyebrow and playfully warns, "We will have an uninterrupted dinner tomorrow. No sex on the counter or at the table, okay? A dinner like a real date."
I answer her with a cheeky grin. She frowns when I reply, "I can't make that promise."
"Come on, Gabriel. I want to have more memories in this house than just making love to you," Sasha points out while holding my cheeks. "I don't know what's with this house, but I feel like I'm meant to be here. I'm meant to be with you. So, I want to make the most of this feeling and make more memories."
I softly smile as guilt strikes me. If Sasha knew what this house should have been for her, she would run away. Sasha was right. She is meant to be here with me but not in the way she could have wanted.Stop.Everything has changed now. I am to make memories with her instead of giving her nightmares.
“Then, I should have a last hurrah for tonight,” I say before wrestling her back to bed.
“Gabriel!” she calls while laughing.
Her laughter mellows when I trace her face with my eyes. For the five years I've been planning my revenge, I filled my thoughts with the imagination of how she'd cry when I made her suffer. My whole body heats up while envisioning her pleading for me to stop enslaving her. Now, I dread those thoughts.
“I can’t live without your laugh, Sasha,” I declare before starting the end of our night with a passionate kiss.
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Chapter Two
Gabriel
The smoke fills up the kitchen and covers Sasha's face. As it clears, she appears like an angel with smoke effects around her. She chinks her eyes after catching me looking at her. She points me back to my chair using her mouth, ordering me to remain in my seat.
