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All I know is that Kirill has gone stiff as a post. And I didn’t even get a chance to tell him about the baby. This is the second time this has happened.
Shit!
I was so sure it was the right time. It is the right time. I can’t keep this to myself anymore. It’s too damn important. But the moment seems to have passed. Because he is pulling away from me, facing Dima.
“What the fuck are you talking about, bratok?”
I keep a hand on his arm, not wanting to break contact with him.
“Our guy kept looking - as you instructed. After she didn’t pitch up at the meet. We assumed the worst because that fucker Ivan…” Dima stops and rubs the back of his neck. “Anyhow, you know how she can be when-”
“Ne na angliyskom.” Kirill slants a look at me and then looks back at Dima, who gives a tight nod and then launches into rapid-fire Russian. Needless to say, I don’t understand a word. All I know is that Kirill is growing more and more tense as Dima continues speaking.
I stand from one foot to the other, trying to figure out what on earth is going on, and cursing myself for not picking up at least a little bit of Russian since I’ve been brought here. That’s going to have to change. Especially now that I’ve decided to stay. The thought hits me like a shockwave.
I’m going to stay.
Screw the FBI.
Screw escape.
As I watch the hard lines of Kirill’s face while he speaks animatedly with Dima, the way those insanely beautiful eyes glitter, and how a dark curl of hair falls over his forehead, I know that I want to be with this man. I don’t care if he’s older than me. I don’t care about his temper issues. He showed me that deep down, he’s a good man. He showed me that he cares for me. I want to be with him more than anything. I want to be here and have his child and raise it with him.
If that means I’m nuts, then so be it.
You are nuts, Tee.
You are most certainly nuts.
But nobody has ever looked after me the way he does. Not my dad who fucking sold me at an auction, or my mother who disappeared without trying to get to know her own daughter. Or even Roxie who cheerfully helped me escape when I was obviously doing the wrong thing.
As sad as it is, Kirill is right. There is no-one out there for me except danger. Nobody who cares. That’s why I belong here. I belong here with the man who would move mountains for me because he believes I deserve it.
I don’t care what Agent Asshole and the others threatened me with… or what they try to promise me. What they’re offering me is not freedom – it’s just a cage of a different kind.
Witness protection?
Yeah, right.
Like they could protect me from Kirill and the Bratva.
Even if they could protect me, I’d be under their control for the rest of my life. Not to mention that I would have to keep looking over my shoulder wherever I go, trying to hide and run away from the man I want to be with.
The father of my child.
The only one who truly cares about me.
The one who sees me the way I am and loves me for it.
My lover.
Kirill Vyronov is my lover. Not even my best friend sees me or looks at me the way he does. And maybe his definition of love is different from a normal man’s. But then again, Kirill Vyronov is no normal man. He is one of a kind. And he wants me. He is willing to better himself for me. Nobody has ever done that for me.
“Ptichka.” He’s looking down at me, and it takes me a moment to realize it because I’m still reeling at what I’ve just learned about myself.
I love this man.
I freaking love him!
