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Looking at him, I opened my mouth to speak. But before I could reply, the waiter returned. “Here are your drinks,” he said, placing them on the table. “Can I get you something to eat?”

Aleksandr looked at me for a second before placing his order. Once he was done, I gave the waiter mine. As he left, I turned my gaze back to the view of the city.

I know the life you used to live and the one with me are total opposites,” Aleksandr said softly. Looking at him, I nodded but didn’t reply. Aleksandr took my hands as he continued. “Dear, do you still wish to live your life as you used to?”

Staring into his eyes, I was shocked as I realized, I no longer wanted that life. I enjoyed a domestic but fun married life. My skills were still useful even if I didn’t need them or use them all the time. I was getting used to having them on the side burner.

“Mila?” Aleksandr said, speaking louder.

Snapping back to reality, I smiled tenderly at him. “Our marriage is different but fun. I’m happy I am still able to assist, even if it’s from home at times.”

“I’m so glad you are happy. That you have settled with the changes in your life.” Aleksandr said, kissing my hands.

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Aleksandr tickled me as he walked towards the car. I was kicking and laughing. He stopped next to the car and lowered me. Even though I was out of breath, I couldn’t stop laughing. He opened the door, and I slid into the seat.

Chapter 23 - Aleksandr

Mila was still giggling as we got into the car after her fit of laughter. Starting the engine, I shook my head. “Take a few deep breaths, dear. You might break something if you continue.”

This made her giggle some more. Mila placed her hand on my thigh as she leaned closer. “You can do the most adorable things sometimes. Do you know that?” she whispered as she kissed my ear.

Pulling out, I hummed as we drove. I was feeling great, and we were in a good place. Every bone in my bone was lit up. Checking my rearview mirror, I noticed a car not far behind us. It was late. Generally, this time of night the roads were quiet.

Taking a turn, I checked again. Yes, there the car came around the corner. I was sure we were being followed. With the next turn heading away from home, Mila straightened into her seat. “Is something wrong? Did we forget something?” she asked, grinning.

Glancing at her, I smiled lightly. I didn’t want to cause an alarm, but I saw the car still following. I had to be honest with her. “I think we’re being followed, but I’ll shake them. No need to worry,” I replied.

Mila looked back as I sped up. I knew there would be a bit more traffic in town and headed there. I hoped to shake them as I weaved through cars and took a couple more turns. After two more turns, Mila let out a sigh. “I think we lost them,” she said. “I don’t see the car anymore.

The words had barely left her mouth when I saw them coming at us from the left. “Hold on,” I huffed as I swerved and stepped on the gas. Mila looked back, holding onto her seat as I drove like a maniac. I passed cars, took a left, then a right.

“I don’t see them,” Mila huffed.

“We can’t go home,” I replied, checking all the mirrors. “I think it’s the enemy trying to figure out where I live.”

“I know,” Mila said, sounding excited. “Let’s go to my old place.”

After considering the implications of staying on the road compared to going home, I decided her plan was best. Looking at her, I nodded as I replied. “Okay, where are we going?”

“Head south until you get to Miligan’s,” Mila said, looking around. “Take a left, then a right six blocks further.”

As I took the left, Mila spoke up again. “After you turn right, head over the hill. At the bottom of it, there will be a sharp right. Once you turn there, turn off the headlights and slow down.”

I did as she asked. We were on a gravel road and no longer in town. There was no traffic, no light; it seemed there was nothing out here. “Are we still going to your old place?” I inquired, slowing down almost to a stop.

“Yeah,” Mila replied, sounding excited. “The road is straight, so we can go a bit without lights.”

The lights didn’t bother me, as there was enough light from the moon for me to see the road. Once we hit the tree line, I put the lights back on. “Still straight?” I asked.

“The road will fork in front. Take the left all the way up to the house.” Mila said, settling in her seat.

Mila had not lived here alone, I realized, pulling up to the house. There were three other cars and a bike in the garage. I switched off the engine and killed the lights. “We aren’t alone?” I asked softly. “Is that your brother’s vehicle?”

Mila frowned. Leaning closer, she whispered. “Don’t be like that. We’ll have fun, I promise.” Sitting back, she smiled. “Just play nice.” Her voice was dripping with seduction. I felt my body reacting as she drew a line with her finger down my thigh.

Stifling the need building inside me, I took her hand and kissed her fingers as I spoke. “All right, but if they ask, don’t mention anything about this business. I don’t want your siblings entangled in this mess.”

“Understood,” Mila replied, saluting me then she burst out laughing. I assumed the tension of the chase had filled her body with endorphins. She appeared slightly high as she jumped out of the car. I followed her closely as she walked to the front door.

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