Page 146 of His Enforcer

“Oh! Viktor! I was just coming to find you,” Angel says, rushing toward me, his eyes wide with concern, his cheeks flushed. “I heard what happened. Oh my god, you’re so hurt.”

His fingers flutter around my bandaged arms and then fall to his sides just as his husband, Mikhail, walks up behind him. The formidable Russian mob boss, brought to heel by an angel.

“How are you feeling? How’s Luca?”

“He’s stubborn and still an asshole. But he’s fine.”

A laugh bubbles out of him and he swallows it down. “Oh, I shouldn’t laugh. I’m just so glad you’re both okay. Dad told me what happened. It’s horrific but also so lovely.”

“Yeah, he saved me. Dickhead.”

Angel’s arms go up to his chest and he clutches his heart. “It’s so romantic. I mean, saving you from the fire, marrying you while you were unconscious. Just a dream. Don’t you think so, Mikhail?”

I peer up at his husband, his stern face softening slightly. “Of course. Though I didn’t marry you without your consent, you did save me, remember?”

“I did.”

He leans into Mikhail’s chest, and Mikhail kisses the top of his head. My stomach rumbles loudly once more, and Angel perks up.

“Oh, you’re hungry. Come on. Are you up for sitting on the porch? Teddy made us some treats and tea.”

“Yeah, I think sitting would be good.”

Angel nods as we walk side by side to the porch where Anthony and Tatum are waiting, a small table set out with plates of food and steaming cups of tea. I lower myself into a chair, and Anthony tilts his chin up at me.

“I assume Luca is being difficult,” he says, making Tatum snort.

“Like always.”

He huffs a laugh and then adds, “That’s why I hired Nancy. She doesn’t fuck around. And I knew Viktor would get too emotional tending to him himself.”

“I would not. I’m a man.”

Anthony rolls his eyes. Tatum grins at me and then hands me a cup of tea. “Well, either way, it was a good choice. I heard her tell him to shut up when he was trying to boss her around.”

“Good. He needs someone to put him in his place so he can recover.”

“Oh, god, I’m so glad to be home,” Angel says with a sigh, sitting down on Mikhail’s lap. “I missed this.”

“It’s not nearly as cold here,” Mikhail says, and Angel nods, snuggling up to his husband.

“It’s not. I do miss the warm weather.”

“It will be better in the summer,” Mikhail replies, and Angel reaches back and threads their hands together.

“I know, my love. I’m not saying I want to move. Just making a comparison.”

Mikhail looks slightly placated at that when Teddy appears with another plate of small cakes. He’s trailed by a man I don’t recognize, and Angel must catch my stare because he says, “Oh, this is Jake. I brought him to show him the gardens. He’s the gardener I hired to take care of mine in New York.” He leans a little closer to me, and whispers, “And I think Teddy and him have a thing.”

My eyebrows rise as Teddy blushes when Jake smiles at him, signing something.

Suddenly, Bane appears and gasps when he sees Jake’s hands moving.

Without a word, he seamlessly interrupts with a waggle of his hand, and then Jake and Bane are chatting fluidly.

It’s amazing to watch and it confirms that I need to learn. I’ll sign up for a class as soon as my arms are healed.

Bane snorts a loud laugh, and Jake huffs, all while Teddy watches, his eyes following the conversation.

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