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I want everything.

I want to know everything about her, and I want to give her the world.

Even though I would love to lock her in this bathroom and do devilish things to her, I step away. “I’ll be right back, ok.”

“Don’t be long. And maybe—we can sneak away from this party early—“ She grins.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

Both of us know that we have to get back out there to congratulate Oleg and Raisa, but we also both want the same thing—to be tangled in each other again and exploring each other’s bodies.

Upstairs in Raisa’s room, I find a pink crop top that will look very cute on Anya. I carry it back down to the bathroom. Anya slips it over her head, and I help her pull it straight. Then I kiss her again before we head back out to the family party.

I can’t wait to get her hom,e though.

My wife.

The woman who has stolen my heart in ways I did not expect.

Chapter 20 - Anya

I am fully aware of how stressed Rodion is about Ruslana and her misbehaving, so I’ve been doing my best to keep an eye on her. I invite her over to the house almost every day and we spend time together, talking, laughing, swimming, shopping and just staying out of trouble.

I’m trying to show her that she has a supportive family, and she doesn’t need to chase attention from strange men to feel good about herself—otherwise, I’m hoping she will eventually feel comfortable enough with me to open up about what is really bothering her.

I haven’t been putting any pressure on her to talk to me—but I’ve been there for her as best I can.

Rodion has been spending a lot of time at the office. Tonight, he came home early and only ten minutes later, Leon rocked up at our home to talk business.

It’s frustrating because I want to spend time with him, but between me looking out for Ruslana and him working all time we haven’t had too many quiet moments together. And when we do, he seems exhausted.

Or maybe I’m the one that’s exhausted.

Leon and Rodion are in the living room talking about business when I come through carrying drinks for them. Ruslana just left to go home. Roman came to fetch her so at least I am fully confident that sheisgoing home and not anywhere else.

“Here you go guys, do you want something to eat?” I ask as I set the drinks down on the coffee table.

“I don’t want to be any trouble—,“ Leon says, shaking his head.

“Oh please, I’ve been cooking for you my whole life—don’t play chivalrous now.” I laugh.

Rodion chuckles. “I’d love something to eat.”

“I’m just going to make some quick burgers. I’m exhausted.”

“That’s perfect.”

As I’m walking out of the living room they start up their conversation again.

“Several of our rivals are not pleased. The fact that we are doing so well has not gone unnoticed and we have reason to believe that they are plotting to make a move against us,” Leon says sternly.

“Do we know exactly who we need to be watching out for?”

“We have a very good idea—but also, we need to be careful because there might be more rivals involved that we don’t know about.”

My stomach churns and I walk away from the conversation. I hate that side of things. The danger, the threat, the rivals who are willing to take lives because they can’t handle other families being more successful than them.

There is plenty of business to go around—but people seem to think that only one group can be successful at a time. It’s pathetic. They just need to put more effort in, and they will see as much success as my family is seeing.

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