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I slunk out of the shadows and moved towards her.

Nikolai and Lukyan instantly reacted, pulling their guns from their holsters and aiming at me. Aleksandr didn't move a muscle but he tracked my approach with his eyes.

"Who the fuck is that?" Nikolai cocked his gun, Lukyan following suit.

I stopped directly behind Illayana. I was tall enough to see straight over her head without her having to bend. Their faces were tense, jaws clenched and scowling at me like I was the devil.

"You don't recognize him,rodnoy brat? Brother?"her voice was laced with mischief.

Nikolai narrowed his eyes at me. He focused on my face before realisation lit his features. "What the fuck is a De Luca doing here? Better yet, how did he get in here?" He kept his gun locked on me.

"De Luca?" Lukyan repeated, moving his head between myself and Nikolai. His gun still stayed pointed at me, too.

Such a welcoming family.

Aleksandr still hadn't moved; the only acknowledgement of my presence was the scowl he aimed my way.

"Aleksandr, Nikolai, Lukyan," Illayana began, her voice strong and clear. "I'd like to introduce you to Arturo De Luca, my fiancé," she reached back and grabbed my arm, moving me to stand beside her.

Aleksandr tilted his head up and sighed, like he knew this was going to happen, but he wasn't thrilled about it. Nikolai and Lukyan both dropped their mouths open wide, their brows hiked up in complete surprise.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and looked at my three new brothers-in-law. “Hiya, boys.”

ChapterTen

Illayana Volkov

"What in the fresh hell is this?!" Lukyan shrieked. He slowly lowered his gun as his eyes jumped between Arturo and I.

It took every bit of self control I had not to laugh at the expressions on their faces.

"Zander?" Nikolai arched an eyebrow, facing him.

Aleksandr sighed. "Let's all go downstairs. Might as well fill you both in."

"I don't want to go downstairs," Lukyan narrowed his eyes at Arturo. "I want to know what this dude is doing in my fucking house and in your goddamn bedroom, Illayana! He's Cosa Nostra!"

Arturo tensed at my side, his big body going rigid. He glared those gorgeous blue-green eyes at Lukyan, grinding his teeth together. "Watch it," he sneered. "I don't give a fuck if this is your house, you will not speak to her like that."

Nikolai and Aleksandr both groaned. It was probably the worst thing you could say to Lukyan, and we all knew it.

Lukyan stood up straighter, puffing out his chest. "I can talk to her anyway I damn well please! She'smysister!" he snapped.

"Guys, come on," I said, trying to defuse the situation.

Arturo's arm tightened around my shoulders briefly before he growled and stepped towards Lukyan, "Not anymore, you can't."

"Oh yeah? And what the fuck are you going to do about it?" Lukyan mocked. He took a step forward, copying Arturo, closing the empty space between them entirely.

They stood toe to toe, neither one backing down. I looked to Aleksandr who was standing next to Nikolai, off to the side. Both had moved out of the danger zone when shit started to get heated. He didn't seem fazed by the new turn of events though. Nope. Not at all. Actually, if I didn't know better, I'd say the fucker was excited.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Aleksandr did always love a good brawl. The bloodier the better, according to him.

"Shouldn't we stop this?" I hissed at them.

They both just shrugged their shoulders.

Argh, fucking useless.

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