Page 90 of Possessive Vows

“Have any confessed?” I ask Yerik.

He shakes his head.

With all our leads in one room, the other four men I brought to Russia with me loiter within the area, ready for their turn to get their hands dirty.

“Then let’s begin,” I say as I shuck my suit coat off, hang it on a hook, and roll up my sleeves.

I’ll do anything to ensuremoyaso´lnyshkasleeps peacefully in my bed every night.

Killing Feliks was a pleasure. Torturing these men will be the same.

Camilla Vivaldi is now Camilla Volkov. She is mine. My wife. My everything.

She’s the pillar of my family, supporting and caring for my children in ways I never thought possible.

I love her. I need her.

I will gladly be her angel of death.

Forever.

Epilogue

Camilla Volkov

I tuck another flower hairpininto Zoya’s updo and smile as she inspects her reflection. She points to another spot on her head, demanding yet another flower despite almost every inch being covered already. She’s too cute to deny, so I add a bright purple clip into the mix.

“Your hair is so beautiful, Zoya. Maybe I should carry you instead of my bouquet,” I chuckle.

She smiles around her thumb but shakes her head and reaches for another hairpin. I find an empty spot behind her ear and slide it between a pale orange carnation and soft yellow tulip.

“Maybe you should,” a deep, smooth voice says from the doorway.

I gasp and spin around.

“Dimitri! Don’t you know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding? Get out,” I shoo him away with mock disapproval.

He captures my wrist in a light grip and kisses my knuckles.

“You aren’t in your dress yet, so it doesn’t count,” he rumbles against the back of my hand.

Need pulses in my clit.

“Zoya, I love your hair!” Maksim exclaims as he bounds into the room.

Artur strides in with all the pride of his father, his suit a dashing work of art.

“TetyaSerenity andDyadyaNico are here to visit,” he announces.

My sister steps over the threshold with Perla in her arms. I squeak in excitement and rush over to greet them. My niece gurgles and hiccups, a tiny trail of drool escaping her lips, and waves her fist in the air, but she turns her head, more interested in the other children than me.

I sigh and settle us on the couch.

Serenity gives me a side hug and places Perla in my lap. I rest my head on her shoulder and soak in my younger sister’s calm presence.

“It’s okay,mia nipote; I get it. My babies are so much more fun than I am,” I mock lament as Zoya climbs up next to me and shares her stuffed animal for a few moments. Maksim remarks on Perla’s tiny fingers and cute nose. His words run together as he struggles to keep up with his racing thoughts. Artur waits until Maksim’s attention shifts elsewhere, then he pats her head and kisses her cheek. He and Tristan play together almost every day. The two boys made a pact to protect each other’s family, and both take it as seriously as their fathers do.

Nico Russo stands just inside the door, ensuring no threats sneak into the room. Every now and then, he smirks to himself, enjoying the banter between my children as they gush over his daughter.

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