Page 93 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

And right now, they are going to follow me.

* * *

I’m sittingin an uncomfortable chair with a scratchy blanket wrapped around my legs when I hear my favorite sound in the entire world: Theo’s laughter.

“She’s in there,” Niamh says, appearing in the doorway, ushering in my dark-haired angel.

I fall out of the chair and onto the tile floor. I open my arms wide as Theo runs into them, burying his face in my neck. I plaster him with kisses as he tries to tell me all of the fun things he and Niamh did together.

Once I got Viktor admitted to the hospital and stabilized, Seamus called and told me Theo was asleep at his house with Niamh, and she would bring him in the morning. He also asked me what I wanted done with the Italian dons.

“They are saying you promised them immunity?”

I was so confident back at the warehouse, making promises I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep. Part of me wanted to bend to Seamus’ will and tell him to do what he wanted with them, but another part of me wasn’t ready to get rid of the power I claimed while I was locked up. I came out of that warehouse a stronger, more confident woman, and I don’t want all of that pain and trauma to be for nothing.

“I did offer them immunity. They fought for me, and they are loyal to me now. To us.”

Without hesitation, Seamus agreed. “Okay. Now, what can my men do to help?”

It felt crazy to have the boss of a crime family asking me for orders, but I gave them like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Have them chase down Fedor’s men. Get them out of the city or kill them. Either way, I don’t care, but we don’t want them here anymore.”

“Done,” Seamus says. “I’ll put an Irish guard on you guys at the hospital and the Italian dons. You just worry about getting your husband healthy, okay?”

So, that is what I did.

All night, I’ve held Viktor’s hand and waited for him to regain consciousness.

“Is Daddy okay?” Theo asks, running to Viktor’s bedside, staring at the tubes coming out of his arms.

“He is getting better,” I assure him. “He is resting right now so he can get strong.”

“He’s already strong,” Theo frowns. “The strongest.”

I smile, tears welling in my eyes as I meet Niamh’s gaze over Viktor’s hospital bed. “He is the strongest, babe. You’re right.”

* * *

Theo iswith Seamus and Niamh when Viktor finally wakes up two days later.

“Molly?” His voice is harsh and dry, and I look up from the magazine I’ve been flipping through, and blink at him.

For the last two days, I’ve had nothing but time to think about what I learned while I was held captive. About Viktor nearly hiring men to pretend to kidnap Theo.

I’m angry with him. So fucking angry.

But I was even more angry that he wouldn’t wake up so I could tell him how angry I was. I was more upset that he was unconscious and injured and sick than anything else, and therein lies the answer to my unspoken question.

“Molly?” Viktor asks again, squinting at me. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where’s Theo?”

The heart monitors next to his bed start beeping faster, and I jump out of my chair and kneel next to his bed. “We’re all fine. You’re the one who is hurt. You lost a lot of blood.”

He tries to sit up in his bed, and I press him back down and then work the lever on the railing to lift the back of the mattress forward until he is sitting half up.

“I should call for a nurse,” I say, laying my hand over his. Immediately, though, Viktor closes my hand with both of his and shakes his head.

“Not yet. Please.”

“But—”

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