Page 52 of Hating the Bratva

It’s hard for me to imagine Gavril sitting on a beach, relaxing with an umbrella drink in his hand.

“You’re going to miss it, no?”

He nods. “I will, but it’s time. I’ve made it out alive. That’s more than most people can say about the life we live. I think it’s time I finally enjoy it. I guess I can’t talk you into staying here at the clubhouse, considering that big ass house you just bought?”

“That would be right.”

He shakes his head. “It’s dangerous, you know? To live out there on your own.”

“My wife wants distance from this life we live…I’m going to give her that.”

Gavril freezes, and I can tell by the expression on his face he didn’t miss my confession. “Your wife? Alek, don’t tell me—”

“I did.”

He lets out a laugh filled with complete disbelief.

“She’s mine. Always has been.”

“I see. Well, I can’t say I blame you. Love makes a man do crazy things.”

“That it does.”

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