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“They want her,” Alexei concluded. “They always have.”
That was good.
“Then tell them to let Davina decide if she wants them inherlife.”
It would be up to my wife and nobody else.
CHAPTER38
Davina
Iwatched the two men exchange words and every so often, their attention would come back to me.
It had to be the sign they were discussing me. The question was why? It couldn’t be about the heist in Chicago. Those men were Italians, not Russian. Though if all Russians looked like this dude, we had to seriously re-consider staying away from those men!
“They are not going to kill each other, right?” I asked Quinn, suddenly very worried I’d become a widow after just becoming a bride.
“Don’t worry, lass. This is normal.” Quinn was feeding me shit, I knew it. “Ah, here he comes.”
Both men walked over to us, both dominating the sidewalk. Passengers threw wary glances at them and I couldn’t blame them. They both looked formidable.
“All good?” I asked, my eyes ping-ponging between the two men.
“Yes,” Liam assured me, taking my hand.
Alexei Nikolaev just tilted his head. “I look forward to seeing you again, Mrs. Brennan.”
A choked laugh escaped me. I wasn’t sure seeing him again would mean survival for me. The man looked like a killer, unlike anyone I had ever met before.
“Call me Davina,” I said. Why? I had no freaking clue. “Umm, congrats on your recent marriage.” A blank look by him and I mentally slapped my forehead. I swallowed again. “I-I just happened to see it somewhere in the paper,” I added, clarifying I wasn’t a stalker.
“I’ll be in touch, Nikolaev,” Liam concluded the meeting, though Alexei didn’t remove his eyes from me. So fucking uncomfortable.
Liam urged me to his car that waited for us and I slid into the back of his Rolls Royce. A sigh left me.
“That went swell,” I muttered.
Liam chuckled. “You did great. He’s actually a good guy.”
“He looks like a killer,” I rasped, gaping and wide-eyed.
“Maybe, but he’s still a good man.” Liam would know, I guess. “Now, let’s go celebrate our marriage, Wife.”
He insisted on making this a fancy affair. I’d rather he didn’t make it an affair at all, though deep down I liked it. Maybe it was that which scared me the most. Liking him way too much.
For some dumb reason, my mood instantly soured. Not because I liked him too much, but because I was certain he didn’t like me as much as I liked him. Not that it was a competition or anything.
“What displeases you?” Liam asked.
“You really have to ask?” I bit out, more irritated with myself than him. “I got married without being asked, to an old ass man. And a criminal.”
It was the only ammunition I had and I used it shamelessly. I didn’t want to fall for this man. Each orgasm he gave me had me spiraling deeper into an abyss. And when he was thoughtful and sweet, I feared I’d want to go anywhere with him.
Like this morning, when he even brought me breakfast in bed. To freaking bed. And then he fed me, claiming he wanted to ensure I kept my curves. The same curves Garrett made fun of.
“You didn’t complain about my old ass last night.” Liam didn’t lose a beat. “If I remember correctly, you begged me for a reprieve.” He was right. The man was a beast in bed. I lost count of the orgasms he gave me until I had to beg him to let me rest. “And about the criminal comment, we are two peas in a pod, Davina.”
Quinn snickered in the front seat as he started the car.
