Page 20 of Mafia Christmas Vows

“Okay. Love you, sweetie. Send me pictures of your decorating.”

“I will.”

I hang up the call, then stand up. I trot down from my room, making the long trek to the kitchen.

Elena is humming to herself, and I knock softly.

“Yes?”

“Are there any Christmas decorations in this house?” I ask.

Elena’s eyes glint with something that’s a little mischievous. “Why do you ask?”

Resolve grips me. “I’m the lady of the house now, right?”

“Yes you are, dochka.”

I give her a nod. “Then I’d say, it’s time to get this house Christmas-ready.”

ALEXEI

Ifully intended to spend the rest of the year in Novgorod.

I’m married. I’ve met my bride. I’ve celebrated with Elena.

There is no reason for me to go back.

But through the day, I find my mind returning to her.

Magdalena…Maggie… she is beautiful.

I won’t deny that.

Petite. Lushly curved. Big, brown eyes that are large in her beautiful face. I looked into her, something that I had previously not done, and learned that she is smart as well.

She was going to school to become a doctor. Of the mind. A shrink.

I don’t understand why, but I admire that she decided to make that decision.

I’m curious to know why her father chose to remain some kind of nameless benefactor. It seems to me that a man of honor and power would choose to protect his family by keeping them close.

But I wonder what kept him apart.

Magdalena’s words ring in my ears.You’re the bigger monster.

I have never been ashamed of being a monster. Not once.

I’m not ashamed of it now.

But I am… wondering.

Is that all she sees me as? A beast that can guard her? One who might bite, but she chooses to risk the teeth over the horrors that face her in other ways?

That does not sit well with me. Not at all.

I continue to ponder this predicament through the meetings of my day. When it comes time to retire to the penthouse, I call my driver instead.

Anatoly answers. “Boss.”

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