Hidden Monsters (Volkov Bratva #4)(126)

Alex was quiet. Her heart swelling so much that she could hardly breathe. She thought about the last six months, the heartache that she felt at Luka being gone …the resentment she felt at Mishca for being the one behind it.

Now that he was here, she finally understood what Mishca had been eluding to earlier.

And she knew that there was a conversation that needed to be had, but first…

“I want you, Luka. I’ve always wanted you.”

He laid one of her hands on his chest, right over his heart. “I’m yours.”

She pulled free of his hold, wrapping her arms around him and held tight. There was still so much to figure out about their lives. Her being here in Paris. His obligations to the Bratva, if he was even still a part of it.

But there was one thing she was sure of.

They would figure it out together.

Looking up at him, she gave him a smile. “I’m never letting you go again, Luka.”

“T? dua, Alex.—I love you, Alex.”

It was the first time he had ever said the words aloud and she felt them all the way down to her bones.

But it wouldn’t be the last.

“Je t’aime, Luka—I love you, Luka.”





Epilogue

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Six months later…





“I’ve always been a fan of the jeans, Luka, but this works for you.”

From her position on the bed, Alex stared over at Luka as he finished getting dressed, buttoning the last of the six buttons that lined the front of his vest. Unlike her brother, Mishca, who’d worn a three-piece suit since the time he’d turned eighteen, Luka had just traded in his T-shirts and jeans for attire that better suited his new spot in the Volkov Bratva.

Six months ago, he’d gone from Bratva enforcer to Captain. It hadn’t been a job he’d necessarily wanted, but one he had accepted all the same after he’d returned from Albania, leaving behind a life he had escaped from once before.

Since then, he hadn’t spoken much of what had happened to him back there, but that wasn’t very surprising considering Luka wasn’t much of a talker.

Finished with his vest, he glanced over his shoulder at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Enjoy it while you can. This won’t last long.”

Laughing, she climbed out of the bed, Loki jumping down after her. “Of course, it won’t.”

She straightened his tie, smoothing her hands over his front. “You know, it used to scare me, the emptiness I saw in your eyes. I only ever wanted to make you happy, bring you peace no matter what was troubling you.”

“And you do. More than anyone ever could.”

She smiled, touching his cheek. “Thank you for letting me.”

His smile was blinding a second before he kissed her. “Is this the part where you say I’m too much to handle?”

Laughing, she pushed him away. “Why would I say that?”

“You’d be shit out of luck if you did. You’re stuck with me.”

She caught his hand, bringing it up to her own chest, laying it over her heart. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, Tiger.”