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“You…you love me?”

“The first and last person I ever will.”

He kissed me. Tender and sweet. It was brand new, unlike every other kiss. It was more. Life, it seemed, was indeed a chaotic wheel that spun off the tracks on the regular, and there was nothing I could ever have done to stop it.

And I was glad because then I would have missed this.

“I love you, Lev,” I whispered against his lips. “But don’t get any ideas. You need to rest.

Laughing wholeheartedly against my lips, Lev pulled back just enough so that I could see the beaming grin on his face.

“When that day comes, little one, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

Biting my lip, I nodded. “Understood, Mr. Vadim. Understood.”

Chapter 29 - Lev

So much had to be done over the next few days that I barely had a chance to speak privately with Parker, let alone finally claim her again after almost losing her. Sergey had been debriefed on the status of Pavel’s blown-in skull and the fact that he was getting help from nearly all our rivals in the area—particularly the Irish who straight-up attacked us.

He took the news about as well as expected, and there was likely to be a huge crackdown on the Family’s work to keep the Irish players under careful watch.

I dismissed members of my house staff who couldn’t keep the place locked up while I was away as well, and cleaning up the mess that had left took the better part of three days. So, by this point, I was ready to bring in some fresh people and stop being treated like a damned invalid.

My bed sounded fantastic after a long day, and I was very relieved to see Parker already inside when I got there.

“I’m not a child. I can take off a fucking shirt by myself,” I grumbled at Parker as she helped me ease the button-down off my shoulders.

She rolled her eyes at me, smirking with the corner of her mouth.

“I’m aware you’re not a kid, Lev. I’m trying to help you. Be grateful.”

Turning, now fully shirtless and appreciating the way Parker’s eyes still roamed over my tattoos whenever she could see them, I narrowed my stare on her. She was already dressed for bed, so to speak, with a thin silk nightgown on that did little to hide the sensual curves of her body, her perky nipples apparent behind the red fabric.

A low growl hummed out of me at the sight, and my dick twitched beneath my dress pants. I would never tire of how incredible Parker looked, how she felt, how that brilliant mind and perfect body belonged to me. It was easy to walk her backward by just stepping forward, and I got her right up against the side of the bed.

“Or what, little one?”

She held my stare confidently, but this close up, I could see the way her pupils dilated and her pulse fluttered in her neck.

“Or, I won’t give you the good news.”

Quirking a brow, I smoothed my hand across her cheek, tangling my fingers in Parker’s copper curls.

“Oh, and what good news is that?”

With a grin that was nothing but sin and expectation, Parker leaned into my hand, her eyes blinking to the floor before those peridot eyes came back to me.

“That your final tests came through, and you’re completely fine. Platelet levels have stabilized, you’re healing beautifully from the laceration, and there's no sign of infection.”

“Are you saying,” I began to circle my hand around to the back of her neck, feeling the tension grow in the air as my cock thickened, “what I think you’re saying?”

“Clean bill of health, Mr. Vadim. You’re cleared for more…physical activities.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, I gripped the nape of Parker’s neck, then shoved her down to the ground at my knees.

“Fuck, little one. I’ve been waiting for this for way too long.”

Parker looked up at me from the position, her eyes already lidded with arousal as her chest gently heaved. She dragged her hands up my legs, her small fingers going for my belt buckle.

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