I laugh and shake my head.

“Oh, by the way, you should know Papa changed his will and added Jonas and Leo to his list of heirs.”

My heart practically stops for a hot second. “What?”

“Well, with Igor gone, Papa said he wanted to split his share between the rest of us, and that Jonas and Leo are as much Konstantinov as any of the others,” Kara replies with a casual shrug.

“Are you for real?”

Michael nods slowly. “I was there when he signed the new will.”

It’s heartwarming and comforting to know that Jonas and Leo have that kind of security waiting for them. Lev is well aware that my sons will never be a part of the Bratva business, but Papa made sure that Jonas and Leo will have a safety net regardless. He’s such a good grandpa. Truth be told, he has more than made up for his past mistakes.

“Where are your hubbies, by the way?” Kara asks me.

“They’re on their way,” I reply. “They dropped the girls off with Janice for the weekend. Jonas and Leo will be joining them later tonight. I wanted you two to be able to spend some time with them first.”

“You’re going away, huh?” Mike says.

“Just a weekend getaway before the Christmas frenzy begins. We’ve got the holiday specials coming up, they’ve got contracts to close before the new year, and we’re all just… tired.”

James, Oliver, and Roman have proven to be the most amazing husbands and fathers. The girls are happy and well taken care of, Jonas and Leo are close to being spoiled rotten but they are learning to balance their emotions. We’re never without. Always happy. And if we’re not happy, we’re strong enough together to overcome anything that comes our way.

I’m living the dream every damn day.

I pinch myself sometimes, worried that I might wake up staring down the barrel of Igor’s gun again.

But this life is real. It’s all so real and beautiful.

“How’s everything in Chicago?” I ask my brother.

“Good, actually. I’m about to apply for a PhD in political science,” he says. “Papa got me an internship with Senator Barnes for the summer. It’ll be a great way to get my foot in the door.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!” I say, somewhat surprised. “But what about, you know, the family business. I thought you were hands-on.”

“I’m slowly stepping out, letting Kara and Andrei handle most of it.”

“We decided Michael would be of better use to the family if he nabs some form of political office,” Kara grins. “He’s good at it, too. We’re not letting him waste his talent in the Bratva. Besides, Papa still has his strength and Andrei and I have gotten most of the partners in line. There were bloody examples set after Igor,so we’re not having much trouble on that front. It’ll be okay.”

“Any word on Igor?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

Kara lowers her gaze. “We haven’t heard anything but it’s probably not good. It’s better for everyone if we just pretend he no longer exists.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

She cuts me off. “Relax and get this boy his pie. Look at that plate. Not a bit of broccoli left!”

I can’t help but laugh. “Well done, Jonas!”

“Pie, please,” my son replies with his father’s signature smirk.

As soon as the waitress brings his pie over, the boys dig in with hilarious enthusiasm while Kara and Michael tell me more about their business and political developments. Everyone seems to be moving forward. It feels like a victory at the end of the day.

“There they are,” Michael says as the bell above the front door chimes. I turn around just in time to see my gorgeous mountain men walking in.

“How are the girls?” I ask them.

“Eager to get their brothers back. I think they have plans for them,” James replies with a chuckle.