Episode 65

Gavril

I caressed Naomi’s stomach, reminding myself of the child that was growing inside. She had asked me what she might’ve thought to be an innocent question. But to me, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than she realized. There had been a time with Katya that I would have left willingly.

I believed that my mother knew it, which was why she was so against our relationship. Had Katya not tried to kill me that night, I might have truly given up everything to be with her.

Maybe it was a fucking blessing in disguise, what Katya did. It would have been difficult to regain control after walking away from it all, especially from my mother. She would have seen me as a failure, not that she didn’t see me that way now.

And now. I was looking at Naomi before me, not Sveta.

I was looking at the woman who carried my child, who held my future in her hands whether she believed it or not.

How could I not imagine my life with her outside of the Bratva? How could I not look at her and see a fut