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Reyna
Prince is staying with Izzy while we are on our honeymoon, with Nikolai around to make sure Prince is safe. I miss him already. We have been traveling on the plane for an entire day and we are finally here. When we get off the plane, we are welcomed by Kyro’s men and a few unknown faces. An incredibly attractive man, who was almost as tall as Kyro.
Kyro begins to speak to him and I’m guessing that he is speaking Korean. He speaks back to Kyro, and I just start randomly whistling as I walk down with Kyro holding my hand. His grip is firm as always. His thump rubs my hand sweetly and I can’t help but smile to myself.
A beautiful Maybach S-Class is waiting for us. This is my dad’s dream car right here. Kyro opens my door and I get inside the luxury vehicle. “I don’t think you’ve ever driven me before,” I note.
“It’s been a bit crazy for me to drive you, but I’ll make an effort to start driving you once it’s safer back home.” He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips. Kyro has a habit of doing that. Even if he is a monster, he can be quite a gentleman.
“So, where are we staying?” I ask, yawning.
I’m still a bit tired from all the traveling. I lean my head against the back of my seat and close my eyes. I can hear Kyro softly laughing.
“I’m just going to…” I drift off.
Kyro
The spy said the boss’s name is Hiro Kizuna. Deciding to hide out in Korea is a bit dumb. He should have hidden somewhere else. Why Korea? As if the Korean mob didn’t hate people invading their territory. Bad move on his part. Now he’ll have the Koreans on his ass as well.
My head shifts from my thoughts on meeting with the spy I sent to join his ranks. Being a leader and a husband takes an enormous amount of energy. If I’m not smart, I won’t be able to do both correctly. I also need to remind myself to not forget to be a father as well. Prince needs to become a bit more social, which is why I sent him back to New York to be able to see his best friend. I also need to surround him with Bratva children. Children that he can speak to and will understand our lifestyle.
There was a penthouse here, with an amazing view of Busan that Ivan told me about when he visited. It was a month before he met Reyna. For his twentieth birthday, he came here and told me about the fun he had. I would have gone, but at the time his father wanted me in New York to get me ready to bePakhan. He told me that the food, drinks, and women were amazing. Then, after he met Reyna, he couldn’t even think of ever leaving her side. The power women have is beyond my comprehension. Or maybe it’s just the effect Reyna has. Ivan fell for her in days.
Despite our arrival at the location, Reyna remains sound asleep. I don’t want to disturb her, so I give the valet my keys and pick her up. My men grab the bags and check us into the room. Everyone in the lobby stares at my sleepy wife. She is so beautiful even when she is snoring like a baby bear.
“Stop laughing at me.” She suddenly says, her brown eyes narrowed at me.
“Your snoring woke you up.” I laugh. “It’s that loud.”
She hits my chest with her fist. “Fuck you. I don’t snorethatloud.”
I scoff. “You can’t be serious.”
Reyna looks around. “You can put me down. I can walk.” She yawns.
“You’re getting too comfortable ordering me around. I’ll have to remedy that.” I spank her.
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t come on the spot if I gave you an order,” she scoffs. I forget how dirty my wife can get. “Seriously, put me down.” She whines.
“I told you before, I like to carry you. Besides, I have to carry you over the threshold.”
“Of our home…” She yawns.
I wanted to say a corny line and say something like,“Wherever you are is home.”And it made me realize I need to shoot myself in the head for even thinking about it.
I decided to punish my bratty wife and throw her on the couch, but she just smiled, unfazed. “This couch is so soft.” She hums. “Where did you learn to speak Korean?”
I learned Korean because I used to fuck this girl on and off for a year. I pick up the language pretty quickly, but does my wife need to hear that? Probably not. Yet, there’s no sense in lying either.
“A woman I used to know,” I answer honestly.
She stretches her body. “Ah.” She yawns again.
Her eyes always seem so sharp. As if she’s reading me and trying to figure out if I’m lying or telling the truth. That habit of hers is disheartening sometimes.
“What are we doing first, business or pleasure?” Reyna asks.
I look at my watch. “Business, unfortunately. There’s a club I’ll be going to. That’s where my spy is going to be.”
