Page 61 of Unholy Matrimony

I park my bike in front of my father's car at the house. Locking my helmet on the bike, I make my way to the front door. I take out my phone and shoot Lina one last text before silencing it. She quickly responds.

Silencing the phone, I slip it into my pocket and enter my father's home.

It’s eerily quiet here. I remove and hang up my jacket and head straight for his study. Father is sitting in front of the fireplace with a book. I clear my throat, making myself known. “Syn1! Come in. Sit!” I walk over and sit across from him, letting out the breath I was holding.

“You want to talk? Let’s talk.” Father put his book down, giving me all of his attention.

“It’s time we talk about my position in the Bratva. I can’t be the lion anymore. My wife and I are having a baby soon. I have to be there for them. You said on the night I killed Yuri’s son that things would change for me. Let’s talk about those changes.”

My father is leaning forward in his chair. “You want to move up?”

“Yes, I just want less of a risk of dying. I’d be no good to you dead.” He nods his head in agreement. He gets up and walks to his bar, pouring two glasses of vodka. Before sitting back down, he hands me one. “Yuri is dead. We are absorbing his crew and taking over his territory. Maybe I have you run his side of things? You wouldn’t be out killing people for a living.”

This is it, the opportunity that could make this work for Lina and me. Not wanting to sound too eager at this proposal, “That could work, depending on a few factors.” I could be home with my wife and child, no longer having to leave at all hours of the night.

This is big coming from my father. “You let me know if you decide if this would work for you. If you do, I will be very appreciative.”

We raise our glasses in a toast, “To new beginnings.”

I stayed for a while, talking about the warehouse business and Lina and the baby. “We will find out the gender next week. Maybe you’ll have a grandson soon.” My father smiles. “That would be best. Daughters can be beneficial, too. Either is a blessing, no?” He’s right, Lina and I will be happy either way. We just want a healthy baby. “Won’t be your last grandchild either, if I can help it.”

He raises his eyes, “Oh?”

I smirk at him. “What can I say? I’m obsessed with her. The fact she is giving me a child makes it even worse. I want her to give me as many children as she will let me.”

My father shakes his head. “You're going to end up like that priest in Saint Petersburg,” he chuckles. “Fifteen children he and his wife have.” We both laugh at the thought! Lina doesn't mind having a big family, but I don't think she has fifteen children in mind.

It’s 5:30 by the time I actually leave the house and head home to Lina. I had sent her a text when my father and I were going over some business. I didn’t want her to worry and come searching for me. She spent the day helping Mila and Oleg around the house. The saint she is, she brought homemade meals, offered to do the washing, and held onto Alexei so they both could get some sleep or showers.

I am sure they took full advantage. Oleg said that the only time Alexei isn’t crying is when he is sleeping, and he doesn’t do much of that.

Arriving at the garage, I switch off my bike. I have never felt better about coming home after “work”. I swing the front door open and call out for Lina.

“Tsvetok2? Your muzh3 is home. Where are you?”

The faint sound of her giggle in the distance directs me to exactly where she is hiding. The echo from her laugh means she is in the Library. Walking down the hallway, I hear her feet patter against the floor as I approach the door.

She is playing a little game of lion and prey.

The door to the library creaks as I push it open. My heart is racing. We haven’t had a proper game of lion and prey since she was newly pregnant. I was always too worried about the baby. My mind is nowhere near those thoughts now that she is much further along.

“Where are you, Tsvetok4?” I taunt.

There are very few places to hide in here.

“Come out, Now,” I growled.

Lina steps out from behind the last bookcase, dressed in nothing but a black lace bra and thong. “Here I am, moy lev5.”

There she was, as she strode over to me, dragging her hand across my chest. I am staring her up and down, my fingers tracing the outline of her nipples. My hands cup her breasts and I let my thumbs roll over her nipples until they pebble.

“I have been thinking about you all day, and when I came home and you still weren’t here, it made me miss you more. It has tempted me to touch myself, waiting for you to come home.”

She looks up at me seductively. “But I was a very good girl and didn’t. I waited for you. Only you can touch me just the right way.”

My hands glide down her hips to her ass. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear, “I’m so wet for you right now.”

She takes my hand and shoves it down into the apex of her thighs. Her arousal is running down her legs. “Oh, fuck!” I groan.