Laughing, I mutter, “Fuck if I know.”
With the flames doused between the Cosa Nostra and the Priesthood, I can now focus on the shipment of arms coming in, and then I’m taking a vacation with my woman.
She doesn’t know we’re going to Bali with my family. Whenever she tries to talk about it, I distract her because I want it to be a surprise.
I still have the list of destinations she made. It’s been safely tucked in my drawer for the past three and a half years, and I plan to take her to every country she wrote down.
I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure my woman only knows happiness from now on.
Jesus, she deserves it more than anyone after the hell she’s been through.
Walking out of the hotel with the rest of the Priesthood, I let out a sigh. It might not be the outcome I wanted, but it’s best for everyone if the two powerful groups don’t clash.
Too much blood will be spilled, so it’s better to keep the peace.
I need to fucking sell my properties in New York. I can use the money to invest in new properties in Rosalie’s favorite destinations.
That’s a good fucking idea. I’ll put them all in her name, and when we get married, it will make the perfect gift, and she’ll have assets.
My mind starts to work overtime, making plans to pad her bank account with a healthy amount and to draw up a new last will so she’ll be my beneficiary. I want to know she’ll always be taken care of by me, even when I’m gone.
Not that I’m planning to die any time soon. Fuck no. Rosalie is going to be stuck with my ass for a long while.
When we climb into the SUVs, I pull out my phone and call her.
“Hey,” her beautiful voice comes over the line. “Are you done?”
“Yeah. We’re driving to the airport.”
“Good. Before I forget, I’m almost out of treats for Luna. Get some of the bone marrow ones. She really likes those.”
“You know you can go to the store as well, right?” I remind her.
“Yeah, but that means I would have to put on a bra,” she mumbles.
The image of Rosalie’s nipples clearly outlined beneath her shirt flashes through my mind, making my cock twitch. “I’ll be home in three hours and will swing by the store,moyaMalen'kaya Roza.”
“Thank you.” Hearing the happiness in her voice makes satisfaction pour into my chest, then she owns my heart when she says, “I love you, Viktor. Have a safe flight.”
“Love you too,moyaMalen'kaya Roza.”
When I end the call, Nikolas asks, “When’s the wedding?”
I give him a grin. “You’ll find out soon.”
Chapter 36
Rosalie
Dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a tank top, I’m standing in my old bedroom, that has been converted into a gym for training.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been doing weights and cardio to build some muscle. But facing off with Viktor, I feel weaker than a bug. No amount of training will help me take down a man like him.
“Why does it look like you’ve given up before you’ve even tried,” Viktor asks.
I scrunch my nose. “Because you’re so much stronger than me. I’ll never be able to fight you off.”
An arrogant smile curves his mouth into a hot grin. “That’s a given,moyaMalen'kaya Roza. The point is to train you so you can fight other fuckers off.”