Page 75 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Thank you.” I smiled at her.

“Hey, buddy.” Daniil bent to Leo’s level.

I knew a conversation was about to commence, and I left the two men to talk while I went upstairs with Alba and Sophia.

Once inside, Alba hushed her voice and asked me if I was making the right decision here. I had told her the history I had with Daniil, so she wasn’t really in the dark.

“I don’t really have a choice right now,” I replied with the same tone as we started to pack up. “Besides, he’s calm now.”

“Are you sure?” Alba asked, worry creeping into her voice.

“I appreciate the concern, Alba, but trust me. It’s better this way.”

She let out a sigh. “Well, he does seem to like the kids—and he’s very hot,” she said the last statement dreamily.

I looked at her and chuckled.

“I'd ask you to come, too, but your whole life is here,” I said to her.

She replied with a smile.

“Thanks, Alba.” I embraced her. “You’ve been a great help to me with the kids.”

“Aww.” She blushed. “I’ll really miss you guys, you know.”

“We’ll miss you too, Alba,” Sophia chipped in, her adorable voice piercing the air around us.

“You take good care of your mother, okay?” Alba advised.

Sophia, filled with joy for this trip, nodded swiftly. She seemed so happy that we were leaving; Sophia didn’t know where we were going, but she was thrilled.

I loved how she felt good about seeing Daniil, and it was amazing how everything I had been so afraid of had somehow managed to fall into place.

About an hour ago, I had thought that I was surely going to die when he pulled that gun at me, but here I was now, alive and well. Daniil was still as sexy and dashing as I remembered, maybe even hotter, and a part of me was glad that he wanted us all to move with him.

But then what?

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Flying in a private jet was a lot cozier and more relaxing than I’d imagined, and maybe that was the reason the flight was shorter than it was the day I flew away. The interior was amazing, with state-of-the-art cushions that were so comfortable to sit in. The view was amazing, and the food…hmm. Delicious. Don’t get me started with the wine.

I had a great time on the jet—Andrei, Daniil’s right-hand man, had even checked me over for any lingering injuries from the crash—and most of the time, I would just watch with grateful eyes as the kids played with their father, who was more than willing to indulge them.

Andrei seemed to develop an interest in the young Wolkov boy, saying he took after his father in more ways than one. Andrei had always scared the shit out of me with his grumpiness and rigid face, but on that jet, when I saw how he was with the kids, I understood that there was more beneath the serious face.

By the look of things, Leo and Sophia were the light on that jet; they were the life that made the atmosphere rather lovely.

As I watched them, I couldn’t hold back the smile playing on my lips or the blush that was visible on my face.

Was I dreaming? If yes, then I didn’t want to wake up.

We landed back in New York City and were driven to the mansion.

It felt weird being back here after all these years, and what was even weirder was the fact that the room I was once a prisoner in was still the way I’d left it.

Images of our times together in this came rushing back into my head; Daniil had fucked me in every corner of this room. I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my veins as memories of his touch flooded my mind.

The kids were tired and sleepy, and it didn’t take long to put them to bed. I kissed their foreheads.

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