Sergei, who was ready to have Kyle snipe down the thief, told me we needed to cover up for her after we found her note. Because if anyone else from the brotherhood knew she stole, she’d be found and killed. There’s no mercy for thieves.
Peter, the young guard who handed Kyle to Rolan, disappeared, too. Igor thinks he went back to Russia, but he can’t tell for sure. Kyle is still insistent on finding and murdering him, though, not only for handing him to Rolan that day, but for pushing me down the stairs.
The war with the Irish isn’t completely over, but their new leader isn’t as aggressive toward us as Rolan was.
Damien and Kirill still get on my nerves, but neither of them comments on my presence at the table anymore. Considering the net profit I bring to V Corp, no one can question my worth.
I’ve even started to openly meet with Reina, Asher, and Gareth now. If Kirill found out, the others would’ve soon followed, and I wasn’t going to hide my twin sister as if she was a dirty secret.
Well, I had to bug them about security, but Reina said it’s worth it if she gets to see regularly. Then she arranged ‘double dates’ for us. We attempted to dress at each other to misguide our husbands, but they figured us out in an instant. When I asked Kyle how he knew, he said it’s the look in my eyes. No one, not even my identical twin sister, could emulate it.
Stroking Kyle’s hair, I push back to stare at his face. “Do you know that I love you?”
He grins. “Not really. Can you repeat it?”
I brush soft kisses on his cheek, eyelids, and nose, ending with his lips. “I love you more than anything.”
While I show my stern business face to the world, I get to be entirely free in Kyle’s presence. This feeling is my aphrodisiac.
I’m about to deepen the kiss and go for round two when a crying sound from the adjoining room interrupts me.
Kyle groans as I climb down his body. “That cockblocker.”
“Stop it.” I laugh, put on the first robe I find, and quicken my pace to the crib in which our baby boy is lying.
I pick him up and he immediately quiets. Nikolai is two months old and has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Reina says it’s a mixture of mine and Kyle’s. His hair is the same shade as his father’s, and his skin is so soft I would kiss him all day if I could.
My pregnancy with him was so smooth I almost didn’t feel the time passing me by. He was such a docile baby who only kicked when I was awake or when Kyle was holding me. It was like he felt us both and wanted to make his presence known. The easiness of the pregnancy might have also been caused by how Kyle was caring for me every second of every day. He barely left my side and made me feel like I was the most precious thing on earth.
He still does.
“Were you scared because you were alone, baby?” I smile at him and he smiles back. “Kyle! Did you see that? His first smile.”
“He’s just taunting me.” Kyle wraps his arms around my waist from behind and lets Nikolai grab his finger. “The first rule in the father-son manual says that you don’t cockblock your dad, Nikolai.”
“You’re so awful.” I laugh as I lean my head back against his chest. “He’s just a baby. Besides, you were the one behind the idea of having him, remember?”
“And now I’m paying the price.”
“It’s worth it, though. We have our family.”
He kisses the top of my head, and I melt in his embrace. “We do. I’ll protect you both with my life.”
“So will I.”
Epilogue 2- Kyle
Three years later
If someone had told me I would ever be sitting in a toddler’s bed, telling them bedtime stories, I would’ve shot them.
Me, with toddlers?
Me, telling stories?
I don’t know what I was thinking when I figured impregnating Rai was the best idea. But that’s the thing—I wasn’t thinking.
I didn’t count on the tiny humans who would invade our lives and demand all our attention—and more.
As if Nikolai’s cockblocking activities weren’t enough, I somehow ended up knocking up Rai again, even though I didn’t mess with her pills that time. She was the one who went on without birth control and ended up pregnant.
She gave birth to not only one baby, but two. Yes, that’s correct. We have identical twin girls, Mia and Maya, who are almost two years old now and have their mum and aunt’s spiky natures.
Rai and Reina keep saying they remind them of themselves, especially since they’re both blondes like them.
The twins settle on either side of me, and Nikolai is in the middle, as I sit down to tell them a bedtime story. I picked one from the countless children’s books on the shelf, but Nikolai pushes it away. “We already know that one, Daddy. Something new.”