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It’s official.

My heart will never be mine again.

It has a name inked permanently.

Vitali Solonik.

Chapter 32

VITALI

LIFE OF MY LOVE

“I still remember the first

time I saw you. It feels like yesterday.” — V

Watching Kadra play the cello feels like an out-of-body experience. A transcendence to another life. It’s the first time I’ve felt like a student unworthy of being in the presence of someone so gifted. I’ve never met anyone more talented than the woman currently sitting down in the middle of her gazebo that the guys, Azariel and I turned into a stage for her to perform surrounded by candlelight and dozens of red roses. I spent all morning calling every florist in the area and cleaning them out all so I could gift this woman a night out of a fucking romance novel.

It wasn’t easy trying to keep her in the dark while her men and I pulled this off but lucky for us Azariel occupied all her time today. Little man made sure to keep her away from the back area.

He did well.

All of them did and we managed to give her this.

Kadra was so busy making everyone else’s dreams come true that she gave up on her dreams. Hell, she never really had the time to dream like most women do but once she confessed that she would’ve liked to play her cello for a crowd, I knew I had to do whatever was necessary to make her dream come true and what better crowd than the men who love and are willing to die for her if it ever comes down to it. Even if it irks the fuck out of me, I can’t ignore the fact that every single one of her men follows her out of loyalty and love. Of that I am certain. Even my little man loves her. I think Kadra is the first person Azariel has ever loved.

They both deserve it.

They have each other now and they’ll no longer be on their own.

Looking around the garden, I’m pleased with how everything turned out. Twinkling white lights fall from the gazebo like a curtain and decorate the rose bushes. White candles shed light into every corner of this garden. It almost feels magical.

We worked all day to make this happen and every second it took us to pull this off was worth it. So fucking worth it.

I vowed to make every single dream of hers come true and this is just the start. Fuck me, but she looks like an angel draped in white, looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had as she runs her fingers through the chords getting lost in the sweet melody. She takes my breath away. She’s the only one who can.

I told her to play a song that filled her heart with joy and that’s what she did.

I recognized the song immediately. Kadra is playing Just Us by James Arthur. How do I know this? Well, I’m not proud to admit that I’ve hacked her phone wanting to know more about her. I ended up listening to her playlist nonstop and that song was saved to her favorites.

“Fuck… Look at her…” someone whispers in awe next to me. Looking to my right I find Crow looking at my woman as if he’s seeing her for the first time. Fucker.

“She’s mine,” I growl. Logic tells me there’s nothing to be jealous of but I can’t help it. I’m jealous of every man she has a close relationship with.

“Settle down, psycho. There’s no need to feel jealous.” Crow laughs and continues to look at Kadra while she plays without a care in the world that I’m two seconds away from removing her mercenary’s eyes from his head.

“She’s…” the small voice that belongs to my son pulls me away from the jealous and murderous thoughts. My expression softens when I look down at Azariel wearing clothes identical to my own and his skin once again is painted to make it look as if he has my tattoos. “She looks like the angel on your back,” Azariel whispers in awe.

Fuck, love squeezes me in the deepest and purest place as I look at my son while my woman plays her song.

I’m not a religious man but now that I have them both in my life I’m starting to believe there really is an all-knowing powerful being that created them. Not only created them but gave them to me. Put them in my life. Fuck yes, God exists and he lost two angels to me.

Two I don’t ever plan on ever letting go.

Never.

I gently push Azariel’s hair back in a loving gesture. Then he goes back to looking at Kadra and so do I.

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