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God of Pain (Legacy of Gods #2)(97)
Author: Rina Kent

“He’s a fucking clown who doesn’t know his place,” I mutter under my breath.

“Which you should’ve taught him a long time ago,” Creighton says with an equally displeased tone.

“You think I haven’t tried? He bounces back up like a parasite whose sole purpose is to piss me off.”

“Annika mentioned that you’ve often threatened to ship him to the Special Forces back in Russia. Is there a reason that hasn’t happened?”

“See that woman?” I tilt my head in my wife’s direction. “That’s the reason.”

“You can still do it now.”

“He’s too old.”

“Could he be put in an administrative post?”

“Possibly.” I share the first look of understanding with the little fucker. At least we both can’t stand Yan.

Or more accurately, how close he is to the two women out there.

When we walk upon the scene together, Yan doesn’t even bother to stand up and continues sipping from whatever cocktail Ogla has made for them.

It’s Annika whose expression lights up like fireworks upon seeing me with her still-not-her-boyfriend and not actually threatening to throw him into the nearest ditch.

She’s been his spokesperson, manager, and PR specialist ever since the island and has used every trick under the sun to make me warm up to him.

Such as mentioning his protective episodes and that he’s worse than me and Jeremy combined. Or how he learned to cook because he doesn’t want her to get tired—more like he doesn’t want to go through the torture of consuming her food.

Or how he slowly mended her relationship with the friends she made in the UK by telling them that they’d lose him, too, if they reproached her about what happened.

I still plan to give him hell. Even if, deep down, I know he genuinely cares for her.

My daughter jumps up from her chair and runs into my arms. “Papa! I missed you.”

I stroke the top of her hair as she squeezes me tight. As much as I hate to admit it, Annika has grown into a responsible adult ever since the fucker on my right came into her life.

She needed the pain of loss and real-life experiences to shed that naiveté and actually grow into her own person.

“Are you sure?” I ask when we break apart. “Because you barely text me anymore.”

“Oh, please. You don’t even like texting, Papa, and I FaceTime you all the time when you come to steal away Mom.”

She runs to Lia’s side and hugs her. “She’s also my mom, you know.”

“My wife first.”

“Sorry, unlike you, I’m related to her by blood. That gives me more privileges.” She grins like a little daredevil.

“Stop it, Anni.” Lia laughs, but she hugs her back. That little spoiled brat was always a mommy’s girl. When they’re next to each other, they look like sisters instead of mother and daughter.

I sit down with a grunt and glare at Yan.

“What?” he mouths.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Whatever for?”

“The little show you just put on.”

“I wasn’t touching anyone.”

“Still counts.”

“Stop being jealous of my charming qualities and the fact that I can make Lia laugh while you can’t, grumpy old man,” he murmurs back, then swiftly gets up before I choke the fuck out of him.

He’s also saved by the fact that Lia disappeared inside, probably to see if she can help Ogla with anything.

I catch up to her and pull her by the elbow before she reaches the kitchen.

My wife slams against me with a gasp. My cock throbs as she stares up at me with those huge, absolutely mesmerizing eyes.

I love when I reflect in those eyes, when I’m the center of her world as much as she’s the orbit of mine.

When she looks at me like she never wants to leave.

“Adrian…” she breathes out. “What is it?”

“I didn’t get my welcome home kiss. Have you forgotten about me now that Annika and the little shit are here, wife?”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Her voice lowers as she pulls me down by the lapel of my jacket, gets on her tiptoes, and brushes her lips against mine.

Lia’s kiss is gentle, but it’s imploring and passionate.

It’s nowhere near my brutal claiming, but it’s an invitation for it. My wife knows full well that I get off on her softness and the knowledge that she wants me to seep inside and break it.

Every night.

Every chance I get.

Her lips release mine too soon and she gets back on her feet, licking her lower lip, chasing my taste in a way that gets me even harder. “Welcome home, Adrian. I missed you.”

“Didn’t look that way when you were laughing with the two fuckers outside.”

“I can’t believe you’re still reproaching Yan after all these years.”

“He’s a provocative motherfucker and you know it.”

“That’s because he’s trying to mess with you and you kind of let him.” She smooths an invisible wrinkle from my jacket. “As for Creighton, you’re being unreasonable. We wronged him, but he loves our daughter enough to let all of that go. You need to let go of your imaginary grudge, too.”

“Like fuck I will. The bastard just threatened me that he’ll become my son-in-law and give me grandchildren.”

She laughs. My wife’s head tips back, bearing her pale throat as my ears fill with the delighted sound of her laughter.

“How is any of this funny?” I try to sound stern, but I love the sound of her laughter too much to actually be mad.

“Looks like he learned how to mess with you, too. Good for him. I really like that kid.”

“Which makes me like him even less.”

“Oh, stop it, Adrian. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to Anni, and if you weren’t so judgmental, you’d know it, too.”

I grunt but say nothing.

Lia skims her fingers over the dip in my brows, her voice dropping. “I hate it when you’re all upset. How can I make you feel better, husband?”

A groan spills out of me when she rubs her stomach against my growing erection.

“Repeat that.”

“Husband,” she says again and I tighten my grip on her hip, feeling her shudder.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“But the kids are here.”

“They can wait.”

When she hesitates, I carry her in my arms bridal style. Lia yelps even as her arms encircle my neck.

Her fingers stroke the short hairs on my nape. “Did I mention lately that I love you?”

“No.”

“I think I did this morning.”

“I must’ve forgotten.”

She grins as she whispers, “I love you, Mr. Volkov.”

“And I love you, Mrs. Volkov.”

I might have partially lost my daughter, but I’ll always have my wife.

The woman who accepted me as her villain and fell in love with me in spite of it.

 

 

EPILOGUE - ANNIKA

 

 

I hide between the cars in the parking lot, breathing heavily.

If I’d known this is what we’d be returning to, I would’ve voted for skipping classes and staying the whole week with my parents.

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