Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners #3)(86)

I take Deniz into the bathroom and help him out of his clothes. Checking the water, I close the faucets, then lift him into the tub.

As I begin to wash his body, he asks, “Tell me the ’tory.”

“Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lara. She lived in a mansion ruled by an evil dragon. He breathed flames and devoured anyone who came near him.”

“Like cookies?”

“Yes.” I nod, a soft smile around my lips as I scrub his feet. “Lara –”

“Like you?”

I nod again. “Yes, like Mama. She scrubbed the floors and washed the windows, staring at the world outside and wondering what it was like.”

Deniz splashes the water, wetting the front of my shirt. “Then Baba came!”

“Yes, I rode in on my black horse, slew the dragon, and stole the princess,” Gabriel suddenly says behind me.

I pull Deniz out of the tub and dry his body. Once I have him dressed in his favorite PJs, covered with tiny planes, Gabriel tucks him into bed.

“My hottochogolate,” Deniz demands.

Just like his father.

“I’ll get it,” Gabriel says, rubbing a hand over my pregnant belly before leaving the room.

I sit down on the side of the bed, caressing my fingers through our son’s silky black hair.

“Is it true?” Deniz asks.

“The story?” When he nods, I smile. “Yes. Your daddy’s my prince.”

“Am I one too?”

I nod, leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, and one day you’ll also save a princess.”

“No, I’ll steal her,” he argues. “Just like Baba.”

I let out a chuckle. “Yes, you probably will, and then you’ll live happily ever after.”





Gabriel



Fifteen years later…

“Why are you so nervous?” Lara asks as she adjusts my tie.

“It’s her first date.”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “And?”

After twenty-one years of marriage, my love for the mother of my children still keeps growing.

“I’m just nervous,” I growl, unable to explain why. “I don’t want to fuck up tonight.”

“You won’t, Aşkım,” Lara assures me. She stands on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to my mouth. “I’m going to check on Alya. She’s probably still soaking in the tub.”

I nod, moving to stand in front of the mirror so I can make sure everything’s perfect.

When Lara leaves the room, I open the vault and take a box from it. I flip the lid open and stare at the platinum chain with a heart pendant made from sapphires, the color of her eyes. It lies on a bed of red velvet.

I hope she’ll like it.

I suck in a breath of air as emotion washes over me.

It’s my baby girl’s fourteenth birthday, and I’m taking her on her first date, so she’ll know how future dates should treat her.

If they get past me.

Closing the box, I leave the room to wait in the entrance hall.

“You look so handsome, Gabriel Bey,” Nisa says as she comes from the kitchen.

“Thank you.” I adjust the tie, then ask, “Is Deniz back yet?”

“No. I’m sure he’ll be home soon.”

“That boy’s testing my patience,” I mutter. “Since I bought him the R8, he’s never home.”

“He’s nineteen. Let him have some fun,” Nisa chastises me.

Movement catches my eye, and I turn to glance up as Alya stops at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing the pale blue gown I got her, stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Jesus,” I mutter, once again swallowing hard on the emotions in my chest. “You look beautiful, gözümün nuru.”

I now call her what my grandmother used to call me. The light of my eye. That’s what my daughter is to me.

When she reaches me, I stare down at my little girl, who’s growing up way too fast. I lift the box between us and open it, presenting my gift to her. “Happy birthday, Alya.”

“Oh, Baba!” Her face lights up as she carefully lifts the necklace from the velvet. “Will you help me put it on?”

“Of course.”

She turns so I can attach the clasp behind her neck, then beams a smile at me. I have to take a deep breath as I hold my arm for her, then I lead her out of the house and into the limousine.

My daughter shines like a star as I take hold of her hand, giving it a squeeze.

I clear my throat, then say, “If a boy doesn’t treat you like the princess you are, he’s not worthy of you. Tonight I’m going to show you what to expect on a date, and you won’t settle for anything less. Understand?”

“Evet, Baba.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m allowing you to date,” I warn her.

Her shoulders slump. “But when, then?”

“Once I’ve taught you how to defend yourself, so you can kick a boy’s ass if he tries to get fresh with you.”

Alya stops right before she’s about to roll her eyes, knowing not to even try that shit with me.

“It’s for your own good,” I mutter. “You need to be able to protect yourself.”