Page 93 of Brooklyn Bratva

“I was just dreaming about you.”

“Oh yeah. What did I do?”

Becca bit her lip, letting her teeth dig into the plump flesh and she let out a needy kind of sigh. “So many things. I think we should go back to the room. Maybe I’ll show you what we got up to in the shower.”

I let out a groan, already hard in my swim trunks and calculating the fastest way to get back to the room without running into any of the other guests. I didn’t have my gun with me, but anyone who dared to get in my way was going to fear for their lives.

“Are we going to need my handcuffs?”

“Always.”

“Good thing I put them in my suitcase.”

With a playful growl, I scooped Becca up in my arms, lifting her bridal style and carrying her back to our room and she clung to me the way she always did. The way I knew she was always going to. And I was never going to let her go.

She was mine.

My love. My life

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

Becca

One Year Later

I straightened Ivan’s hat, giving his shoulder a brush to make sure there was no lint on his dress-uniform, and he leaned down to kiss me, drawing me bodily in against him as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, until I could feel his cock nudge against my inner thigh. I let out a laugh, drawing back.

“Behave yourself, mister. There are a whole bunch of reporters with cameras over there.” If we hadn’t been in public, we both knew I wouldn’t have stopped him. It had already taken us three hours to leave the house, because something about his cop uniform and his gleaming handcuffs did things to me that I had trouble explaining.

I cleared my throat, bouncing our chubby little boy on my hip. “Doesn’t Daddy look smart, Dimi?”

Dmitri Ivanovich Kovalenko was only six months old, with a name bigger than he was, but he already adored his daddy. His little eyes lit up every time he came home from work, and right now they were fixed on all his shiny buttons. He waved a fist, giving an excited shout, and I jiggled him on my hip again, cringing a little as I kissed his soft, warm hair.

I didn’t want to be the mom who couldn’t keep her baby quiet right at the most important part of the day. But most of me didn’t care. He could scream his lungs out at the top of his little voice and he’d still be the most important person in my world. Alongside Ivan.

I never thought I could love anyone as much as my husband, until he came along and proved me wrong.

“Don’t worry so much, Becca. I’ll kill anyone who has a problem with him. He likes to make noise. Just like his mama.”

I rolled my eyes at my husband, feeling a blush creep into my cheeks. “You get up there. They’re waiting for you.”

He might have been joking about killing them, but the rest was true, and Ivan never let me forget it. He was always looking for new ways to make me scream when we were alone in the bedroom, and it wasn’t difficult. Every time he touched me, I remembered the first time he took me. All the times after that had only made me more addicted to his touch.

Dmitri squirmed, blowing bubbles and I wiped the drool away from his face. He was all dressed up in his little suit and I wanted him to look good at least for the photos.

I passed my phone over to my Dad. “Can you make sure you get a good picture? I don’t want to miss it if I have to duck out.”

Mrs. K held her arms open, offering to take Dmitri for me, but I shook my head. “He’s fine. I’ve got him, thanks Mama.”

Selfishly, I wanted as much time with my baby as I could get before I started med school in the fall. Mama would be taking him a few days a week, and we’d have to get a nanny before we could enroll him in daycare. I was absorbing as much of him as I could before it came down to that. As much as I longed to start my career, everything about being Dmitri’s mom felt right in a way I’d never thought possible.

I had everything I could have ever wanted, and it was all because of Ivan.

Med school was my dream just as much as our family together, and I loved that he was prepared to do everything he could to make sure I got to have it all.

Right now even the thought of leaving Dimi anywhere all day gave me anxiety, but I didn’t have to start anything before I was ready to. I could defer my place a year or more if I wanted to. Ivan would support me whatever I decided. He’d already made that clear, and I loved him so much for it.

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