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“You know, I told my fellow soldiers they were nuts when they told me you were the betrayer we’d been on the lookout for,” I told Kyle, who looked up at me with a shake of his head.
He was on the floor with his wife and daughter.
“I know how this ends. But I’m not the end of your search, I assure you. I’m not guilty of treason or any form of betrayal, Danil.”
“You deny? Even after the proof? Are you trying to save face because your lovely family is here?” I asked.
“I don’t expect you to believe me. But I’m not—” he went on before I cut in with an instruction to one of the men beside me.
“Shoot him.”
His wife held on to his daughter, preventing her from running toward her father, whose body thrashed in a pool of blood. They cried together as his body went still.
“Should we kill them, too?” Luka inquired, pointing his gun at them.
“No need. The little girl won’t remember any of this,” I answered, gazing down to meet the girl’s defiant eyes as she wiped them with the back of her hand.
She definitely remembered.
And she was still the same angry and defiant spitfire she had been years ago.
But even though I didn’t know where it came from, I had a certain feeling that she wasn’t as independent as she portrayed herself. Her defiance didn’t make me want to harm her; it made me want to protect her.
“Of course, I’ll protect her with my life,” I uttered, meeting Matvey’s eyes. “She’ll be a Yezhov now, after all.”
Luka left the garden as Matvey moved away from Konstantin’s side and toward me on the other side of the ash pile.
“I’m proud of you, brother. This is not just a cleanup; it’s a legacy protection,” he remarked. “You tie her to us, and it’ll be sealed that she’s under the Yezhov protection.”
I nodded, and he did the same before heading toward the side of the house, apparently going straight to his car.
“All I have to say is that I can’t wait to witness your wedding,” Konstantin expressed.
“You seem to assume you’ll be invited,” I told him.
“Then who else would you invite?” he asked, chuckling.
Luka came out of the house with some papers.
“Boss, the marriage papers. They have to be signed as soon as possible so you can go to the officiant,” he explained as I took the license papers from him.
He passed me my pen.
“Why is her signature not here yet? When do you intend to serve her the papers?”
“I think you’re the only one that can make her sign them, Boss,” he answered. “She has refused everyone else, including me. She even threatened to burn the papers if she set her eyes on them again.”
Nodding, I signed the papers.
“If she’s so determined to burn them, it’d better be with my name on them,” I remarked.
“Seems you’ve got a handful with your soon-to-be bride. She will definitely give you a tough time,” Konstantin said.
“If anyone can handle her, it’s me.”
She’ll sign these papers.
Chapter 5 – Kat
