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I really need to have more control of myself when I’m around him.

One minute I’m perving on him and the next I’m daydreaming about how nice he is to people. I’ve got to be more aware of myself. I don’t want to get too caught up in him and end up hurting myself in the process.

Chapter 10 - Yefim

Once our honeymoon that we didn’t even get to go on is over, Leon sends us an invite for a family gather at his place.

Even though we didn’t go away together like I had originally planned, I really enjoyed my time at home with Tia. It took her a while to warm up to the idea of living with me, and I think she’s still tense about it even now, but she has been having meals with me and seems to be more relaxed around me. We actually talk now, which is great.

I’m slowly getting to know her.

The biggest problem I face on a daily basis is controlling myself around her.

Fuck, she is beautiful.

I wander through the house looking for her on Friday night. We technically arrived back from our honeymoon this morning, and work starts again on Monday for both of us.

“Tia?”

“I’m in the library,” she calls back, and I follow her voice through to the library and sunroom.

“Tomorrow night we are attending a family event at my brother's home. Leon and his wife have invited us, as they wish to welcome you into the family now that our wedding and honeymoon are over.”

“Um, okay, your entire family will be there?”

“Correct. But it’s just the family, no one else, so it will be a relaxed evening.”

“Okay, that’s great.” She looks nervous.

“It’ll be fine, Tia.”

I feel a little bad, because I know my siblings are going to pile on her, asking her all kinds of questions, and I just hope she can handle it.

I’m busy telling her it will be fine, but I’m nervous about whether or not she actuallywillbe fine. My siblings can be brutal if they suspect something is up, and I know Oleg in particular suspects something. There’s no telling what seeds of curiosity or doubt he’s planted in Anya’s and Alexei’s minds since I last saw them at the wedding.

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At six on Saturday evening, we arrive at Leon’s home. It’s a beautiful mansion, one I am very surprised to find feels very homely. I don’t know what I expected from Leon, but this was not it.

His wife, Sasha, is friendly and sweet. She welcomes us in with a massive smile and then immediately pulls a very nervous-looking Tia away from me to go and meet the other girls.

I look around the place, wondering how someone like Leon can marry a girl like Sasha. The Leon I knew—he wasn’t the marrying kind.

“Yefim, my brother, it’s so good to see you. Congratulations again on your wedding.”

“Thanks, man.” I say as Leon walk over to me and pulls me into a hug, slapping my back fondly.

“Come on, let me get you a drink. What are you having? Whisky? Vodka?”

“Vodka.”

He leads me through the house and as we walk past my other family members they all shout hello.

Leon is friendly and welcoming and smiling so much I barely recognize him. The Leon I used to know—I don’t think I ever saw him smile. In fact, he hardly spoke at all. He would just sit in the corner looking broody and cold and unapproachable. I’ve known him my whole life, and the way he used to be, I wasscaredof him. He used to make me nervous. He came across as a man who was capable of great darkness, angry after the loss of his parents, twisted with the obsession he had about losing them and the man who killed them.

This man, standing in front of me now, I don’t recognize at all.

My brows are knotted as I watch him pouring us each a drink and listen to him chatting about his kid and his wife.

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