Page 127 of Viparious

He’s a pain in the ass and obsessed with destroying anything he can, but he’ll either calm with age or I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure he never faces any consequences for his outlets.

Right now, I focus on my wife because we’ve got time alone and I want to render her birth control useless for a third time. The only fault I have about our kids is their need to constantly hang on to Inessa, so I never have her to myself. Even when they sleep in their other rooms in the house, they still manage to find themselves in our bed in the morning.

She relaxes as I reach her off switch under her ear but stops me from going any further when my hand touches her knee. She holds my wrist and leans back.

“Speak to him and take the fucking knife away. I caught him trying to convince Dima to put an apple on his head and let him try to hit it.”

Biting my cheek to stop from laughing, I nod along, not trusting my voice. She gets up and straightens her dress, ready for her meeting at Maximoff Media, before kissing my cheek sweetly and her husky voice is in my ear.

“You know the rules, get a vasectomy, and I’ll let you touch me.”

I grab her hips before she can leave. Caging her in against the desk, I stroke up her thighs and watch the memory play out in her eyes.

“You were the one who came into the bathroom when I was showering. Why was that again, meelaya?”

Her thighs are in my hands because we both know she’s a liar. Especially since she changed her number from at least two kids to at least three. According to Inessa, Vasili isn’t made to be the youngest child.He’s not made to be the middle child either. He’s made to raise hell and constantly cause trouble. But she’s back to her original idea of two children. It was made too easily and I’m not going to get a vasectomy until she’s sure of the number.

She peels my hands off her and walks me backwards, holding my shoulders. Her voice is slow and teasing to match the wicked curve on her face.

“Try to change my mind then.” I’m ready too when she bends at the waist and speaks against my lips. “Later. I have a meeting now so you can take the knife from Vasiliwithoutgiving him another weapon.” Then, she steps back and walks away.

She speeds up when I stand and smirks at me over her shoulder as she leaves my office. I go to find my children instead of chasing their bratty mother. I don’t have to search for them. They both spend as much time as they can in the stables, and I can hear Viktor arguing with Vasili before I’m close. They’re both hardheaded and refuse to give in unless they have a third party to channel it towards.

Proving my point, Viktor comes to my son’s defense before I can even open my mouth.

“He didn’t do anything. It was just a joke. We wouldn’t really throw knives at Dima.”

I don’t give a fuck if he did, it’s Inessa that’s forcing me to do this shit. He already knows what I’m asking for as I hold my hand out and he scowls at me. Both of our kids take after their mother when they’re with me. All three of them are stubborn as fuck and refuse to do what they’re told.

Five years old and destined to be a pain in the ass.

I soften my voice enough that he knows there’s no argument but not so much that he thinks the rules have changed.

“I told you not to let your mama find out about it, volchonuk1.”

My initial idea that they would never have any rules went to shit as soon as they didn’t listen to Inessa. She is the rule.

He knows he’s lost, and straightens his shoulders, then pulls the knife out of his pocket. Sadness coats his features as he places it in my hand with his feet dragging. I’m about to say fuck it and give it back when it disappears.

“Can I have one again when I’m seven like Veroushka?” he asks with huge eyes filled with hope and mischief.

I nod once and he’s happy again as I give a caveat. “If you remember not to let your mama see it.”

His head moves in a blur as he nods and runs off to gloat to whoever will listen.Or convince Dima to do something even more dangerous. It’s the latter when his screams pierce the air.

“DIMA! Ready or not!”

Viktor sighs and looks up at me, shaking his head. “This family is weird.” He rolls his shoulders and states, “My dad said I’m not allowed to join his group. I’m joining yours.”

Is he fuck. He’s a teenager and I hold my hand up to my ear as a gauge. “Yeah, I have a height requirement. Go do your homework.”

He lets out a harsh breath and takes his horse out of the stable to calm himself. He’s confident riding and dresses the horse before jumping up with one foot in the holder and clicking his tongue for it to trot.

I check the other stalls because my daughter is silent and that usually means she’s angry. I find her in the one furthest away. She’s not clenching her fists or frowning as she brushes the horse and Vitali walks away now that she’s not alone. None of the kids are allowed with the animals alone, especially Xena. She’s angry as fuck and stomps her front foot when she sees me.

Verena turns to see what’s upset her favorite animal and strokes the ugly thing.

“It’s okay Xena, it’s only Papa.”

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