Page 37 of Treasured By 3

Lev shakes his head. “Just reminds me I need to get married when young or not at all.”

“Are you calling us old Vasily Lev?” I demand.

He winks at me and wishes me strength in Russian before downing another shot.

After we eat and sober up somewhat with the food, we end up going to another club. Chase and I dance on the bar, throwing money for women who dance with us or near us. Some flash their tits, but it doesn’t do much for me ... other than make me miss Valerie.

I want to crash her party, remind her why she loves us, and break one of the few rules tonight.

I grab Lief. “We should find out where our fiancée is.”

“Two clubs over,” he says. “We promised we wouldn’t rejoin her until morning, then we’d pick up our tuxes and spend tomorrow night apart, too.”

“Fuck that. I don’t want a single night without her!” Chase yells before turning to the crowd. “I’m getting married!”

People cheer, but Lev shakes his head. He’s me twenty years ago, unwilling to admit love has a place in our world, convinced it’s a weakness. Kon, however, is texting.

I hop down, stumble and nearly take out a woman. Two, hold me up and guide me to Kon as I point the way. I see flashes, but assume it’s the lights until I’m standing in front of Kon.

“Thank you, ladies. My fiancée thanks you,” I say, chuckling.

“Hunter, are you nauseous?” Kon asks.

I pat his chest. “You miss your girlfriend. It’s cute.”

He blushes and clears his throat. “I’m fine.”

“Who ya texting, then?” I ask, slurring my words and speaking a dizzying mix of Russian and English.

“I mean, I’m texting her, but ...”

“We should crash their party!” I insist.

“I was given strict orders to stay sober and to keep you three from doing that,” Konstantin stands firm.

“Who orders you? Lief? He’s not head of security anymore. You are.”

“I miss Valerie,” Chase grumbles. “I don’t want these other women. I want my baby doll wrapped around me.”

I motion to Chase. “The boss is being very clear.”

“There are rules.” Roman grabs the scruff of my shirt. “You’re not joining her tonight.”

“I’m the boss!” Chase huffs. “You will take me to my bride.”

Holden shakes his head and half-carries Chase to a booth. Lief hops down from the bar like its nothing. He stumbles a bit as he stands and blinks a few times. “I’m drunk.”

“Congrats, giant,” I say. “Let’s get our woman.”

“It’s Valerie that ordered me to keep you apart.” Konstantin crosses his massive arms over his chest.

“So? Chase and I are the bosses. We want her. We’re going to get her. All you have to do is stay here. We’re plenty capable.”

I head toward the door, but Roman doesn’t let go.

Konstantin blocks my path. “She gave an order. I’ve seen what happens to people who cross her. Jail or dead. I’m not on that list.”

“You fear my bride more than me?” I ask.

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