Semua Bab Submit To Me: Bab 151 - Bab 158

SASHA"IT'S TAKEN MONTHS, but I think we're finally about to root out all of the corrupt cops on Yevgeniy's payroll," Josh says as he paces in front of his window. It's a new office, one that's on a higher floor and bigger than the last.Whatever his complaints about me, our connection has helped lift him up in his career.I nod as he finishes talking."Thank you for working so hard at this.""Please, it's my pleasure," he chuckles, spreading his arms. "With the new police commissioner's help, this city will be scraped clean. This is a day that's been decades in the making."Katerina casts me a sly look from where she's sitting across the room. She sits everywhere now, her stomach jutting out as the baby threatens to come each new day. Her eyebrows wiggle; she's trying to tell me that Josh is a piece of work. I agree."What happens now?" I ask him."All the paperwork is being organized, the records of the Ivanov Bratva should be corrected in time. But you need to keep a close lid on t

KATERINAIt's crazy to realize we've been living together for over nine months. I tried to convince Mom to move in with us, explaining the mansion had the space, but she stubbornly resisted. The one concession she made was to stay there and help with Steven while we went on our honeymoon.Steven. I rub my belly. It's a hard habit to break. My baby is happy and healthy and real, but he isn't with me. I wish he was. It's okay to have fun with your husband. That, too, is real now. Sasha had gathered the documents, and we signed them with my mother as a witness the week after Steven was born. I didn't care about the papers, Sasha had felt like my husband for months, having it documented was incidental.But having my mother there to be part of the event, small as it was, meant everything."Katerina?"I sit up; Sasha is standing in the doorway. He's replaced his robe with a loose button down the shade of palm-bark and long shorts that stop at his calves, showing off the thick muscles. He lo

KATERINAI WAKE up to the sun in my eyes. Grimacing, I throw up my arm to shield myself. What time is it? I didn't bother to charge my phone. I've been trying to be 'present' on this trip, leaving my mother instructions to call the resort if something is wrong instead of me directly.Sitting up on the bed I stretch until my joints crack in a satisfying way. Then I freeze, noticing Sasha isn't beside me."Sasha?" I call uncertainly. Sliding my legs over the edge of the bed I walk in my bra and underwear—I was too tired to change into anything else when we got back—and explore the bungalow. Finding no sign of my husband, I step out through the French doors to our private beach.Sasha is standing ankle deep in the ocean. He's wearing his forest green swim trunks and nothing else. With him facing away, I'm able to see his glorious tattoos. It's my first time seeing them in the sunlight, they've always been something shared behind closed doors. The things struck me as a grim secret. But he

KATERINAHE LEAPS ACROSS THE ROOM, his reflection copying him in the floor to ceiling mirrors. One spin, a second and a third, before he bends forward, arms stretching long enough they give him the illusion of being taller than he is.When he finishes his last pirouette, Ruslan faces me with his eyes ablaze. Some of his dark hair is stuck to his forehead.I clap enthusiastically. "That was wonderful, Ruslan!"His smile deepens his dimples. There's pride on his face, but his voice still has the fragility of an unsure child. "Thanks. But I keep messing up on the pivot.""You'll get it, just keeping trying."Cocking his head, he frowns to himself. Looking in the mirror he does a few quick half-bends, like he's testing my theory. "You're sure that's enough?"Putting my hands on his shoulders from behind, I study our reflections. Ruslan has changed in a short amount of time. It began the night he was forced to witness his father's death. The kindness that was always in his heart has crawle