“Get yourself cleaned up,” Mikhail orders. “Everyone back inside. It’s fucking cold out here.”
I don’t follow his command. I’m not one of his men. “I’m taking Aleksandra, Sophia, and Liam home with me.” I’m done stalling for time and trying to bargain with a man out for blood.
My men must have set fire in Aleksandra’s bedroom in their own attempt to escape.
Mikhail glances from me to his sister. “Is this what you want? Once you leave, there’s no coming back, Aleksandra.”
She steps closer beside me, her body brushing against mine. “I love him, and the children deserve the chance to know their father.”
Sophia’s cheeks are red. She pulls back slightly to stare at my face. “You know my daddy?” she asks.
“I’m your father,” I say, staring into her pale blue eyes. She has Aleksandra’s matching gaze.
Sophia’s cheeks are red, and she shivers in my embrace. I don’t wait for Mikhail to answer. I clutch the little one tight against me and grab Aleksandra’s arm, tugging for her to follow me to the car. The back door is unlocked, and I hurry around to open the door, shuffling Sophia inside while Aleksandra helps guide Liam into the other side.
The hem of Aleksandra’s gown is dirty, the back zipper undone halfway down her back. Her hair is messy, her makeup smeared. She’s beautiful, and she’s fucking mine.