Page 126 of Sins and Virtue

“Alright, let’s pretend for a moment that all of you and Ollie get along. Now how exactly are you going to get him away from his father, aka the Columbian Capo?” The ideal situation was deemed nearly impossible to achieve. First, because I wasn’t sure how Ollie would take a liking to Konstantin, and secondly, I didn’t know how my ex/baby daddy would take to another mobster being his son’s stepfather.

It was a really messy situation.

If only my type weren’t criminals.

“I have my ways,” he reassured.

“Such as?”

“Blair, for you there’s nothing impossible I wouldn’t do. One day, you shall see your son, and you’ll both reunite and never be separated again— ready to live our perfect life.”

“And what would you propose as a picture-perfect life? A large white house in the suburbs with a husky and a picket fence.”

“To live together as a family, have a couple more babies and a husky, and move to where our hearts desire.”

“That’s ambitious.” His plan made me wonder just how much of our future he organized. Part of me was endearing; the other knew it was completely irrational, yet it was everything I could have ever wanted.

“I have plans, kotyonok. You’re at the forefront of it all.”

“Still having a couple more babies? I mean, how many are we talking about?”

He shrugged. “Ten. Three. Ten.”

“Ten? Slow down there, Genghis Khan. As if there aren't 150 million Russians in the world already.”

“Funny,” he said stoically as his black-tattooed arms tightened around my shoulders, causing me to rest my back against his chest. “But it’s all up to you, kotyonok. Whether it’s ten or zero babies, I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you.”

I relaxed my head against the crook of his neck, looking up at him through my lashes as I gazed at my protector. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

He simply nodded, the corner of his lips tilting upward.

“God, what would I do without you?” I sighed.

He rocked me gently back and forth. “You would survive without me. I wouldn't. Your existence is vital to mine,kotyonok. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“Can I turn around now?” I asked for the tenth time, shifting my weight on one leg, tapping my high-heel boot against the cemented ground of Estrella City Park. Staring at the beautiful golden fountain that had the country's emblem of a phoenix designed at the top, the scent of apples flowing in the mist of the cool autumn breeze made my loose hair curl around my nape and matched my off-the-shoulder navy blue corset top and low-rise jeans.

Konstantin tsked as he leaned in and nipped the base of my neck. “Not yet.”

An electric jolt ran through me as I was still adapting to being fully out with him in public, given his past situation with the law, and if I were honest, I wasn’t used to his displays of affection but loved it deep down.

“Argh, you are so…” I slightly angled my body back at him as he grabbed my shoulders and hoisted them front and forward.

“Don’t turn around,” he cautioned in a low but steady tone.

“I told you before.”

“Ugh, you’re being so painful now. Just what type of surprise are you planning, Mr. Volkov?”

“You love me so deal with it. And just be patient; you’ll see soon.”

“Who put you in charge?”

“Since you started screaming my name every night, I guess—”

“Shut. Up.” My hand went up in the air, fingers dug in my palms. “Seriously, when will you learn some manners?”

Konstantin circled around me until we were face-to-face.