NaomiI idly turned the pages of the magazine in my lap, not really reading the words. All day I had been restless, and nothing seemed to satisfy me, no matter what I tried to do.I couldn’t even sleep for more than a few minutes, which was what I usually did when I couldn’t find anything else to do.Gavril had been MIA since breakfast, not even showing up for our normal workout time or for lunch.It hurt a little bit to know that he had already busted our routine up for God knows what. Sometimes I wondered if any of what we had experienced over the last few weeks was just a lie, a dream that I had finally woken up from.I didn’t want this rift between us. No matter what I had seen or what I thought he was doing, he was still my husband and the man I depended on for my very livelihood. To have him upset with me was almost like he had cut off my right hand. After nearly two months of being attached at the hip to him, I could feel the distance between us, and mentally, I wasn’t ready fo
GavrilI punched the bag hard, relishing the bite in my knuckles as I did so. A roundhouse kick came next, and I grunted at the pull in my back muscles.“What did that bag do to you?”I wiped my forehead with the back of my arm and turned to find Anatoly leaning against the wall of the gym, his arms crossed over his chest.“Why do you always have to be the smart ass?”He chuckled. “What did you do wrong this time?”I grabbed a towel off the rack nearby, wiping my face with it. “What makes you think I fucked up?”He looked around, arching a brow. “I haven’t seen you alone in this house since you got married. And I heard that you completely destroyed the dining room this morning. Finally, no one has seen your wife all day.”“I didn’t destroy the fucking dining room,” I muttered, slinging the towel around my neck. “That’s been exaggerated.”“Not denying the other rumors?”“Drop it,” I answered darkly, shooting him a glare. “Eto moi prikaz.”“You know what your problem is?” Anatoly contin
NaomiI lay in the darkness, my back to Gavril, and tried not to breathe too deeply lest he notice that I was awake. I had been aware from the moment that he had walked into the bedroom, too afraid to even acknowledge his presence in fear of what he might say. I hadn’t seen him since his outburst earlier, choosing to stay in my room so that I wouldn’t cause any other turmoil between us.We were already on thin ice, if not already trapped in cold depths that we’d never surface from.Though I had no more tears to shed, I still hurt. It was a soul-rending hurt, like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest and thrown it away with me watching. That was what Gavril had done to me today.It also solidified my feelings for him: I had fallen head over heels in love with a man who had barely given me anything. Had I been that naive to fall for a grin, a sexy body, an expert touch? I had thought I was smarter than that, but clearly I had fallen for it fairly easily.Again.I was such an idio
GavrilI worked my way down Naomi’s body, attempting to put my lips on every inch of her skin. It had taken me some time to apologize to her for my actions earlier.I hoped that she took my apology personally, at least. The way she sighed was the same, but I could still feel the rift between us. She performed the motions, but something felt different.As I moved down to her still-flat stomach, where our child was growing, I paused to meet her eyes. Yes. Something was definitely different.She eyed me like a wounded animal. As if she didn’t know what I was going to do next or how I was going to react.She looked at me like I was going to hurt her.And my heart shattered.I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to understand her place in my life, and fear didn’t belong in our relationship.Fear led to mistrust. Mistrust festered into anger. And anger…I needed Naomi to trust me.I pressed my lips on her stomach, whispering to my son or daughter that was inside words in old Ru
NaomiI woke slowly and stretched my arms over my head. My muscles pulled with the movement. The place beside me in the bed was empty, and I tried my best not to feel anything at all about the person who should be there.Gavril.My husband.Father of my unborn child.Bile rose in the back of my throat and I forced it down as I sat up, rubbing my aching head. Last night had been good. Sex with Gavril was always good—if not great.And now, it was different.Everything about him felt different. Because deep down, no amount of the things that I felt about him could hide who and what my husband truly was.A monster who sold people.Not everything about Gavril was a monster. He wasn’t going to harm me physically.Emotionally though? I was devastated. In my bones, I knew it was coming—if not already happening after our confrontation—and I hated it. I hated the fact that I felt cornered last night, waiting for the moment he would bend me to his will and use me until I had nothing left to myse
GavrilI could see the anger in my wife’s eyes, but more so the confusion about what I had brought her into. I was going to have to explain my actions this morning. When I woke beside her, knowing what I had to do today, I had contemplated bringing her along.She wanted to know who I was, to learn more about me. And this—Alyona and Kira—were part of who I was.I didn’t know why it mattered so much to me. Those tender feelings that I thought would die after last night continued to rage on in my body, in the soul she had awoken. And now, I was sharing one of my secrets with her.Only Ivan knew of my visits to the family, and that was because he drove me to their house once a month.Otherwise, no one else knew, not even Anatoly. Yet here I was, sharing this deep secret with Naomi.I still wasn’t sure what that meant, but I didn’t regret it. “They are the daughters of one of my most loyal men,” I started out, masking my emotions. “He died saving my life.”There were very few men that I tr
NaomiI waited with Gavril in the hallway as we watched the children file out of the rooms, my heart twisted with pain both for him and me. His pain had been raw earlier, the very pain that I still didn’t understand what drove it. I might have only known him for a few months, but I was well aware of his emotions, of his moods.Gavril was in pain. He had suffered some great loss in his life, and perhaps that was what drove him now.Either that or he truly liked the violence around him. I knew that he did enjoy parts of it, but given what I had seen today, there was good in Gavril.There was good in him, begging for release. After all, what sort of pakhan would take a family under his wing and provide for them? I doubted he was going to ask anything of the girls or their mother.If he did, I would be disappointed yet again.Alyona came out first, running to us with a wide smile on her face. My eyes snuck up to Gavril’s face, watching the transformation in him that seemed to happen immed
GavrilI sensed the change in Naomi the moment the car pulled away from the curb. She waved at the girls and then tucked herself against the door, keeping a distance between us. From her reaction to me in Inessa’s kitchen, I’d thought the things we discussed today had been forgotten.Clearly that wasn’t the case. And as much as I wanted to force her to come to my side, I didn’t.Being with the girls today had done me some good. It had helped me keep my mind off the shit surrounding my life, including the Krasnaya brigadiers and the fact that my wife had disregarded my basic rules.I had also gotten my hands on the piano that I had bought for the girls, losing myself in my lessons with both of them and reconnecting my soul to music for a little while.No matter what I became in the future, what horrors I sustained or even caused, music soothed me.“Did you enjoy your visit?” I finally asked Naomi, tapping my fingers along my knee.“It was nice to get out,” Naomi responded, her gaze foc
GavrilIt was done. The last words fell from Naomi’s lips, and I loosened a breath. I thought I had been nervous before, but today had been nerve-wracking for me, wondering if Naomi would actually realize what she was about to do and run.Hell, I wouldn’t blame her. After everything I had done to her, she was still going to marry me.The priest droned on, but I gripped her hands in mine, staring into her beautiful eyes like my life depended on it. Today I was fucking happy. The last few months, I had been fucking happy, and honestly, I was waiting on the hammer to fall and crash this perfect existence that had become my life. It was more than Naomi, though she was a huge part of this happiness inside me.No, it was the rebuilding of my Bratva, the business ventures that I was taking on that actually were legit ones to make Naomi and our family proud. I wanted the Belaya name to be more than just a crime family.I wanted it to be a legacy that would carry through the generations.“You m
NaomiToday was my wedding day.It wasn’t that a woman could look at herself in the mirror and go down the aisle to marry the same man twice, but I could.This time, however, I wasn’t about to marry Gavril as another woman or sign another woman’s name to the wedding register.He was getting Naomi Spencer, social media influencer and B-rated actress.I was getting one of the most powerful men in LA’s crime scene. I was definitely coming out on the sweeter end of the deal.“You look beautiful.”I turned to face my soon-to-be sisters-in-law, taking in their light green dresses. “And look at you two!”Katarina smiled as she modeled the dress for me, a perfect fit for her. “It’s lovely, Naomi. Thank you for allowing us to be part of the wedding party.”“Of course!” I stated. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I had been psyched that the girls wanted to be part of the wedding to begin with, coming to LA for their first time ever a week ago. Ilsa and I had made certain, with Maria’s permiss
GavrilTwo Months LaterSt. Petersburg, RussiaI held onto Naomi’s hand tightly as we followed the dirt path through the headstones, the blustery wind tearing at our winter coats. It was brutally cold, snow threatening in the air, but Naomi had refused to put this off just because of the weather. “We have to do it today,” she’d demanded this morning when I had tried to coax her back to bed. “You have put it off long enough, Gavril.”She was right. I had put it off for years, and since Naomi had her closure with Jon Hampton, it was time for me to have mine so we could move forward.I hadn’t told Naomi about my dream that night, how I had carried on a conversation with my former love. I didn’t know why. I knew she would believe me, but there was something that made me want to keep it close to myself for now. Maybe one day I would tell her.Right now, though, I was going to have my closure another way with Katya.Finally, we reached the hill where my mother had told me she had been buried
NaomiTo block out the noise of his bones cracking. I scrambled to get them, and the moment I slid them on, piano music filled the air, much like the type that Gavril would play. The sound soothed my nerves somewhat, knowing that when I was finished here, we could move on with our future. He could play this melody for our child and me, do the things that he loved to do without fear that I was going to reject him.We had a bright future ahead of us, one that was going to be filled with love, laughter, and a bit of violence, but knowing that Gavril wasn’t going to do the trafficking anymore filled me with contentment so I could handle the rest. My husband wasn’t perfect, but neither was I.Wordlessly, with the music playing in my ears, I watched Oleg remove the tips of Jon’s fingers with his cutter, not bothering to wipe up the blood that dripped from the open wounds before he added the tips into the cup with the teeth. I couldn’t hear any of the noise that he was creating, but watching
Naomi“Here, put this on.”I winced as I took the black plastic apron from the burly brigadier, my stomach in knots. I wasn’t sure what to expect when it came to disposing of Jon’s body, but I also knew that if I didn’t see it firsthand, he would still occupy my thoughts.I would still look over my shoulder for years to come, expecting him to have cheated death somehow and return to life. I didn’t want him to have this hold over me any longer.Tugging the apron over my clothing, I tied it across my waist. Oleg wordlessly handed me a pair of gloves next and some goggles. “In case there is a mess,” he muttered as he outfitted himself in the same getup.Finally, he looked at me. “Are you ready?”I appreciated the tinge of concern in his eyes, knowing that my request wasn’t quite what he would have expected. He had taken me from the mansion to an abandoned set of buildings not far from the docks where I had witnessed the women trafficking, and he had been quiet throughout the drive there.
GarvrilThe doctor reached out and shook my hand. “It was a pleasure to do so.”Naomi entered just as Dr. Carter exited and sat on the bed, looking a bit better than she had the previous night. “Bad news,” I told her, reaching for her hand. “No sex.”She looked startled before rolling her eyes. “You did not ask Dr. Carter if we could have sex.”“I didn’t have to,” I stated before tugging on her hand until she was moving onto the bed. I had asked Carter to help me move over so that my wife could at least lie beside me, and he had obliged, even though it had been far too fucking painful to move. “Come here.”Naomi did as I asked, and when she was situated next to me, I pulled her hand up to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Marchetti still babysitting?” I asked lightly, not sure how I felt about having my enemy in my household.It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful that he had come for Naomi’s sake, but fuck, it was an odd feeling.“He and Ilsa left this morning,” Naomi said, resting our
GavrilI woke to darkness, and for a moment, I wondered if I had finally died in transition.Gradually, however, the room came into view, and I drew in a breath, swearing when it hurt like hell to do so.“So you are finally awake. Welcome back.”Fuck. Now I really was in hell if Roman Marchetti was sitting at my bedside. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked hotly, fighting through the pain that was coursing through my body.He chuckled, snapping on the lamp before stretching his legs out before him. “I’m giving your wife and mine a break. Trust me. I would rather be anywhere but here.”Naomi. I tried to sit up, but Roman placed a hand on my shoulder. “Now don’t go undoing all the doctor’s hard work. I believe you are going to have to pay him double what you normally do.”“Where’s my wife?” I rasped.Roman reached over and pulled a glass from the bedside table, one that had a straw dangling from it. “She’s sleeping, and I would suggest that you let her do that just a little bit l
NaomiI ran my fingers over the ivory keys, keeping my touch light so I wouldn’t press them down. Had it really been just yesterday that Gavril had sat here, playing his songs for me?It seemed like a lifetime ago, and now I wasn’t even sure I would ever hear him play again.A shudder sliced through me and I rose from the stool, unable to sit still for a long period of time. The basement was the safest place for me, Oleg had stated. After all, bodies littered the mansion and its grounds, now being cleared away by the Bratva that was left.It was a pitiful crew, no more than ten or twelve men, but they had come running the moment Oleg had let them know that their Pakhan was on death’s door. Even from my vantage point, I could hear them moving things upstairs and didn’t want to think about what would be left.Vera was gone. I wouldn’t see her pinched face anymore or have her give me strength when it was least expected. I thought about our last conversation and how she had begged me not
GavrilI opened my eyes to a dull sun shining down at me, my body feeling sluggish. Lifting my hand, I saw that there was no blood on it and when I looked down, I realized I wasn’t bleeding out on the floor of Naomi’s bedroom any longer.Instead my clothing, my suit, was pristine, no sign of the trauma that I had just tried to endure.Fuck. Was I dead? Was I in hell?Pushing up off the floor, I saw that there was a haze to everything no matter where I looked, just a cloudy, empty void that stretched as far as I could see.I had to be in hell. There was no way I had done enough good deeds to make it to the man upstairs. He would bar the pearly gates if I even attempted to approach them.Another thought crossed my mind, and I felt the fear rise up in my throat. I had died. I had left Naomi alone when I had promised not to.Life had a cruel, cruel way of shitting on me, it seemed.A cool rush of air brushed over me, and when I turned, I stumbled back a few steps.“Hello, Gavril.”My mouth