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When we are alone again, I ask Anya, “why wasn’t Oleg married? Aren’t all of your other brothers married?”

“Yes, they are. Oleg didn’t even really date. He just wasn’t interested in women. I think he was too focused on the business and making sure the family was ok. I think that’s the only reason he is so good at what he does, he does it for his family. I guess henever gave himself the time to meet someone or to fall in love. I thought he was never going to get married.”

I smile, staring out across the garden.

But here he is. Married to a girl he kidnapped.

“I guess he changed his mind about marriage when it became about business, too,” I shrug, sipping my cocktail.

Anya laughs, shaking her head vigorously.

“Sure, it might have started as a marriage of convenience, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you. My brother doesn’t look at people like that. You’ve definitely caught his attention.”

Anya stays until it’s almost dinner time. Oleg invites her to join us for dinner, but she says she already had plans with a friend.

When she is gone, I am still feeling a little giggly and happy from my afternoon in the sun having girl time.

I’ve been really missing my own sister, so it was lovely that I got to spend the day with Anya.

“You got on well together,” Oleg says, his eyes narrowed towards me as though it is a question rather than a comment.

“I love her. She’s great.”

He smirks, nodding as he pulls the chair out for me at the dinner table. “Well, that’s good to know. Do you want another drink with dinner?” He is standing right behind me as I sit down and he leans over me to ask the question. A wave of his cologne washes over me and my body tenses, eager to reach out and touch him. I really shouldn’t drink anymore. I might do or say something embarrassing.

“Oh, no. I’m not much of a drinker. I’ll wake up with a headache tomorrow.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water then.”

He gently places his hand on my shoulder before he leaves. His fingers warm against me. His touch is welcome and when he walks away, my skin feels cold.

Oleg sits down next to me for dinner. His leg brushes against mine beneath the table and is a constant distraction.

“I think she liked you too.” He smiles as he dishes up for us.

“Are you close with your family?” I ask boldly, with the bravery of someone who had a few drinks.

“I am. We are all close, but—“

He falls silent for a moment and I find myself staring at him. Tracing my eyes over his profile. I want to trace my fingers over that sculpted jawline, down his neck and over his collarbone where his tattoo starts.

“But what?” I ask, once I get impatient.

“But I am different from them. This lifestyle—it’s not what I would have chosen for myself. I love them, and I would do anything for them. But I wanted something different for my life.”

He looks lost in thought when he speaks, even a little distant, so I decide to change the subject.

“I had a fun day today.” I grin.

He narrows his eyes towards me curiously.

“Is that so?” he grins.

I love that cheeky smile of his. I bite my lip when my mind begins to race over how gorgeous his body is and how badly I want it pressed against me again.

Chapter 13 - Oleg

Raisa has been pacing around the house looking very frustrated these last few days. We are still deciding what the best way will be for her to approach the discussion with her brothers. But in the meantime, she seems to be impatient and agitated, acting like a caged animal.

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