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His head rolls.
Chapter 66
Sophia
Three months later
I’M COCOONED in warmth, draped in a sensation that feels both novel and intimate. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting soft beams across the room. As my eyes flutter open, I remember – this is what waking up with Luka feels like.
Safe and secure.
I am not used to it yet, not really.
The past three months have been a whirlwind. We moved out of the mansion and into this secluded lake house right after that day.
That day was meant to be a celebration of Yulia’s birthday, a day of pure happiness.
But instead, that day, Luka had severed his uncle’s head from its body.
And now he’s remained silent about it.
But I’ve overheard Dimitri and Erik discussing matters. The Bratva businesses have been shifted to their control, slowly winding down Luka’s direct involvement. I know they’re cleaning up, trying to make things right in their own way.
I press my naked body even closer to Luka’s, savoring the touch of his skin against mine.
Luka 2.0 seems calmer, more attentive, protective in a way that suggests he’s guarding something invaluable. This new Luka brings a sense of peace that even the tranquil environment surrounding our secluded lake house cannot rival.
However, despite the sense of security and newfound calm, I can’t help but question what lingers in the silent recesses of his soul. Is he genuinely alright, or is this tranquility merely a façade?
Yulia is doing better; she’s in therapy. Her art shows she’s coping; it’s brighter, less chaotic. She didn’t see what happened that day, but she knows enough to be scarred by it.
He moves beside me, his arms closing more tightly around my waist. His hand slips lower, resting on my stomach with a gentleness that holds unspoken weight.
Is he thinking about our baby?
Our baby. The future, our future together – each silent moment stretches the tension a little more. The conversation is inevitable, I know, but I know he may need time.
Does he feel what I feel?
I feel loved.
Oh, God.
Yes, I truly love this man.
“Good morning.” His lips find the back of my head, a simple touch that starts a chain reaction deep within me. He clasps me closer still, lips lingering for another moment on my hair.
I smile, and it comes from deep within my heart.
“It tickles,” I shoot back, half-laughing, and grip his hand tighter.
His breath on my neck gets me emotional. His scent and mine, mingled, bring back memories – good and bad. I’m close to tears.
Darn pregnancy hormones messing with me.
I sniff quietly.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing I’ve tensed up
