Page 110 of Born into Sin

He finishes his drink and waves down one of the passing waiters so he can grab another one.

“That cage needs to stay locked for at least another decade,” he says, downing his newest drink in record time.

Lev laughs and drops his hand when the photographer finally lowers her camera. “Good luck with that. I didn’t let Natalya out of any damn cage and look what she dragged home,” he says, jerking his head in my direction in case there’s any confusion about who he’s talking about.

Vitaly pales a bit at that, which makes me laugh, and then I finish my drink and hand the empty glass to Lev.

“I’m going to go dance with my bride.”

Lev looks over at the dance floor, smiling when he sees Jolene waving him over with a big smile on her face. She’s obviously had a few and is feeling no pain. His whole face changes when he looks at her. We’re not so different after all. We’re both just too stubborn to admit it.

Matvey laughs when Alina starts yelling his name and waving him over.

“Our wives are drunk,” Vitaly says, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “We really can’t take them anywhere.”

“Such an embarrassment,” Roman agrees, laughing when Emily attempts some sort of move with Simona and they both nearly trip and fall on their asses.

“Jesus,” Danil says, laughing so hard he barely gets the word out. “It’s a testament to how much I love that woman that I still think she’s sexy as hell when she does shit like that.”

“I think we need to go show them how it’s done,” Vitaly says, pointing at his wife and yelling something at her in Russian. She laughs and lets out a surprisingly loud catcall while shaking her ass and waving for him to join her. He laughs and takes off running.

This is my new family, I think to myself, watching the crazy Russians take over the dance floor, not giving the slightest shit that their kids are laughing and that everyone else is staring. They’re having fun, though, and it’s about damn time we had some of that around here.

Natalya is waiting for me, and as soon as I’m close enough, I pull her into my arms and lean down to kiss her.

“Thanks for wearing the heels, principessa.”

She smiles and sways in my arms while I slowly guide her to the outskirts of the dance floor. Everyone smiles as we pass by. Several of my men are dancing, but there’s also a lot of Bratva members too. I nod to Timofey, one of the Melnikovs’ top men, and his wife Mila as I dance us through the crowd. We pass Lucia and Dr. Bianchi, neither one of them bothering to hide their feelings tonight as they dance way closer together than any friends ever would. They both give us a couple of wine-happy smiles when we pass by and hit the edge of the makeshift dance floor.

“In about three minutes I’m going to fuck you in them, sweetheart.”

“Huh?”

She looks up at me, and I laugh at her surprised look before I scoop her into my arms.

“But I haven’t thrown my bouquet!”

Mia hears her and tosses her the flowers she’d set down.

“Better throw it fast,” I warn her.

All the single ladies quickly form a group behind her, and when I turn us so she can’t see them, she throws it back while the women scream and lunge for it.

“No!” I hear Vitaly yell, and I’m already laughing before I’ve even turned around. “Drop it, Sveta.” He looks over at us. “Do-over!”

I laugh and shake my head while Svetlana holds the bouquet up, giving a huge, triumphant grin. I’m still laughing when I notice Vitya standing in the shadows by the tent, watching her every move. He’s still healing and not fully back on duty, but Lev had told me that he’ll be assigned to Sveta from now on. I get why Natalya had said he was like a robot. The man doesn’t show many human emotions. I’m sure the two of them will have a lot of fun sorting things out. I’m still smiling at the thought when I turn back around to carry my bride off.

“Couldn’t we have just snuck off?”

I look down and smile at her embarrassed face when everyone starts hollering and catcalling behind us.

“I tried to, but you insisted on throwing your bouquet.” When she blushes even deeper, I lean down and kiss her. “Sweetheart, you’re pregnant. Your dad already knows we’re fucking.”

“Oh my god,” she groans. “Don’t ever say those words to me again.”

I feel the heat of her blushing cheek beneath my lips. “Whatever you say, principessa. We’ll pretend that everyone thinks we’re just going inside to check on your dress or fix your makeup.”

“Much better,” she whispers. “That’s probably exactly what they’re all thinking.”

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