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Another growl vibrated between us. What was it with these men and growling?
Sasha, just like his brothers, could be scary. That blond hair and pale blue eyes with the danger vibes that screamed from every pore. Basilio had the dark allure that was hidden below his gentlemanly exterior. With Sasha, no amount of suits and polish would hide his ruthlessness. Whether it was ink that covered most of his body or that stocky MMA body frame, I didn’t know.
But unlike his brothers, I didn’t fear him. Maybe because he held me while I bawled like a baby. Or maybe because he took care of me after what happened with Bas’ father.
Aurora and Alexei swayed next to us, their little Kostya protesting and reaching for me.
“I can take him,” I offered. My eyes stayed on Alexei just for a second before they shifted to Aurora. She was the safe alternative.
“I don’t know why he always squirms for you,” she murmured.
I shrugged. “I’m a baby whisperer.”
“You get knocked up and I swear to God,” Juliette showed up on the other side of them, dancing with Ivy, “this friendship is over. With you and with Davina.”
“Good thing we’re family then,” I retorted. “No escaping us.”
I shifted little Kostya on my hip who cooed happily. “Mine,” he claimed, pulling on my curl.
“Okay, buddy,” I mused. “You’re a bossy little thing, you know.”
Just like it seems to be the trend in the Nikolaev family, he had pale blue eyes and bleach blonde hair. He’d be a gorgeous boy one day. Sasha and I kept dancing, Aurora and Alexei barely two feet from us. Alexei had some seriously obsessive, psychotic ways, but his wife didn’t seem to mind it.
“Your husband won’t be happy about a one-year-old stealing his wife,” Aurora teased.
“It would serve him right,” Sasha grumbled and little Kostya’s eyes snapped to him.
“Shhh,” I soothed him before he’d start crying. “Your uncle is a grumpy one.”
“I don’t give a shit what I promised you, Wyn,” Sasha growled. “I see one single hair on your head hurt, and I’m coming for all of them.”
Nothing beats an appointed psychotic big brother and psychotic new husband.
CHAPTER65
Basilio
“Don’t tell me your wife is ignoring you?” Dante mocked, and I wanted nothing more than to punch him.
I leaned against the wall, watching her dance with Sasha Nikolaev and my blood fucking simmered. I wasn’t fond of the little Nikolaev baby either. He watched her with stars in his eyes, like she was his own personal toy.
“They would have made a striking couple,” Priest remarked, showing up out of nowhere. He’d been eyeing Ivy, Wynter’s friend, like it was his full-time job. And that was on top of staring at Wynter’s mom. My uncle refused to say anything about Priest’s mother but secured himself an invitation to the wedding. My father didn’t. “Can you imagine how blonde their little babies would have been?” Priest taunted.
I’d return the favor to the fucker, and by the looks he’d been shooting Ivy’s way, and her flushed cheeks, it would be sooner versus later.
“Too blonde,” Emory observed, punching Priest in his gut. “Their babies would have blinded everyone on this planet. I mean, proof is right there with that kid she’s holding.”
Both Sasha and Wynter had golden, fair hair. While she looked more like an angel consumed by a devil next to me, next to him, she appeared angelic in the embrace of an angel. A fucking corrupt, fallen angel but still a goddamn angel.
I watched her hand the baby back to his father and mother. Thank fuck; otherwise, the picture perfect family already seared into my mind. This fucking jealousy burned hotter than the sun.
“Have you heard that Wynter’s mother hadn’t been on the East Coast in over two decades?” Dante asked under his breath.
I met my cousin’s eyes. I nodded, but didn’t elaborate. It was the only condition Brennan put on the wedding. No Gio. It wasn’t as if it was a hardship. I hardly spoke to the man since Wynter’s disappearance nine months ago.
My father was a cruel motherfucker, but I’d never let him hurt her. In fact, I’d keep him as far away from her as possible. It would be best for everyone if I ended my father, but if it came out, it’d come to haunt not only me, but my wife and all my family.
The beat picked up and I turned my attention to the dance floor to find Wynter whirling, still dancing with Sasha.
