Page 96 of British Bratva: A Russian Mafia Romance

Elizabeth leaned back from me, looking over towards the sizzling fish.

“Is this the fish you guys caught?

“That your husband caught,” Roman corrected. “He’s become quite the fisherman. You should have seen the fight this monster put up.”

Elizabeth gave me another hug, her arms resting easily around my torso as she grinned up at me, proudly.

“See, we’re going to have to come back next winter and see if you can’t show Alexei how to do it too.”

I let out a sigh of contentment as she snuggled in against me and I turned the nose of the boat around. There was nothing I wanted more than to come back here to escape the Russian winters and show our boy how to do all kinds of things. I’d teach him to swim and fish, and he’d grow up with the perfect American accent, just like I’d grown up with a British one, and the world would be open to him.

The Bratva would do that for him. We held the power and under their roof I knew there was no opportunity we wouldn’t have.

Soon, the bright sun would start to sink, and we’d head off towards the sunset for our first adventure as a family, before we finally went back to the home I’d not set foot in since I was a child. Bringing Elizabeth back to St Petersburg with a son of our own would give me a way of righting all the wrongs of long ago and I couldn’t wait.

But it wasn’t about the past any longer. Not for either one of us. The only thing that mattered was the future we had together, and I knew for certain that with all the love I had for Elizabeth, it was going to be amazing.

She turned to me, reaching up to touch my cheek and when she pulled me down for a deep kiss, Mitch let out an overacted shout.

“Alright, alright. None of that in front of the kid. You put her down!”

Elizabeth let out a laugh that rang through my ears like happiness itself and I knew that wherever we found ourselves, with this woman by my side, I was home.

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