Page 112 of His Wild Attraction

It was new.

It was different.

And it felt good.

“Tell us everything you know about him,” Adrik instructed, and I took a seat.

“He’s an abusive fucking blight on humanity,” I growled. “He hit her. He threatened Sammy. He’s tried to weasel his way into positions of power within her father’s company. Thought he was going to get the whole shebang once the old man died. But he didn’t. And the fucker took it out on her,” I said, barely able to contain my fury.

“Fuck,” Adrik spat.

“You didn’t kill him?” Marat questioned.

“I was keeping him alive because I thought he was Sammy’s father and I couldn’t do that to the boy,” I growled.

“What do you mean you thought he was Sammy’s father?” Adrik asked.

“Oh, well, this motherfucking prince tricked Ellie, berated her into thinking she was at fault for his limp fucking dick. They used a fertility doctor, and good ol’ Gary bribed the fucking guy to knock her up with donor sperm.”

Just saying it out loud brought a wave of rage flowing through me, I didn’t realize I’d been sitting on.

I was going to find out who that fucking doctor was. And I was going to kill him myself.

What he did was unethical, immoral, and a gross violation of my wife.

Even if she wasn’t married to me at the time, Ellie was mine.

“Josef?” I growled, and the man nodded, reading my mind.

“On it,” he said, shooting off a text.

“So, you had a meeting with this man? For what purpose?” Adrik asked.

“He threatened to sue for visitation,” I began, and then proceeded to explain everything that had happened up to me beating the shit out of Gary Peters.

“Again, cousin, I must ask, why not kill him?”

I sighed.

Might as well tell them the truth. If anyone understood my compulsion to do right by Ellie, it was these three men.

“Because I didn’t want her to see that. Didn’t want her to know I was capable of that kind of violence,” I confessed.

“Understandable, and fucked up,” Marat said, slapping a hand on my back.

I rubbed my own hand over my face. Too many fucking emotions were batting at me to do more than that.

“Look, I know I dropped a bomb on you at the wedding. It doesn’t have to change how you treat me, though,” I said, and they all scoffed.

“Are you fucking kidding? Bro, you’re family,” Marat said, as if that explained it all.

“We take care of family, blood or otherwise,” Adrik added.

“Not to mention the fact that our wives have all bonded, forming a friendship that means a lot to each one of them. Knowing her friend was close to this piece of shit sent Merdith into a frenzy,” Josef said, adding his two cents.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was something I needed to trouble you all with. I love my wife. I’ve loved her for a while. As for Sammy, he’s mine. They both are. And I protect what’s mine,” I said, and it felt really fucking good to share this with them.

“Then we will, too. Because, Andres, you are our family. You and yours are also ours. You are Volkov,” Andres growled, his Russian accent he’d almost gotten rid of peeking out at the last.

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