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“I feel like I missed a whole fucking conversation here,” I groaned, shifting slightly. “What the hell is going on?”

Priest shrugged. “I’ll let your wife fill you in.” Then he turned around to leave.

“Shut the fucking door,” I demanded.

Priest flipped me the bird. “No sex in the hospital.”

He didn’t shut the goddamn door.

CHAPTER73

Wynter

Once Priest was gone, Bas pulled me back into his arms. I pressed my face against his chest and inhaled deeply that familiar scent. Last month had been a whirlwind, but it wasn’t until I saw Bas bleeding that it hit me. Life was too damn short and I refused to waste a single moment holding back.

He was mine and I was his. Nobody would ever take him away. I’d lie, steal, and kill for him.

“Now tell me what I missed,” he ordered, the kingpin in full form, back in control.

I didn’t mind it though. It was who he was. He’d warned me from the beginning and I went into it eyes wide open. His father caused an obstacle but Bas tortured him for me. Sasha killed him to protect us.

“Well, I should start by saying that my great-grandmother is batshit crazy,” I sighed, remembering that unhinged look in her eyes. “Priest, Dante, Sasha, and his brother showed up at the perfect time. Otherwise, the Pakhan’s bodyguards would have peeled me off your body and shot you, then probably dragged me to somewhere in fucking Siberia.”

“The fuck they would,” he growled, his voice dark. “I’d come for you.”

My lips curved into a smile. “Even in death, huh?”

“Nothing will ever keep me away from you. Not death and not the fucking Pakhan.” If there was anyone that could make that happen, it was certainly Basilio DiLustro.

I brushed my mouth over his. “Thankfully, that’s not necessary. Your cousins and the Nikolaev men killed her men but she got away.” A shudder rolled down my spine remembering that freaky look in her eyes. However, the world is a small place because apparently, the woman is Bianca Morrelli’s great-aunt or something. Sister of her grandfather’s. Sophia Catalano. Alexei recognized her.”

“Fuck, the world is too small,” he muttered.

“Well, my brother wants to sacrifice himself and make it known he's a descendant of the Volkov family too. Mom and your uncle object. Mom in particular. She sacrificed raising him, and if he went ahead and did it, she feels it was for nothing.”

With a pensive look, his hand around me tightened. “Priest is stubborn, and in my experience, if he decides something, nobody and nothing will stop him. Does Dante know?”

I swallowed. That didn’t bode well for anyone. “Yeah. He’s pretty much pissed at everyone. Mom, your uncle and me… “ He stiffened, but didn’t interrupt. “And Juliette is not helping. Something happened between the two of them, and as she was leaving the hospital, she keyed his car and smashed his windows.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I murmured. “And now Cassio and his gang are all up in arms about this Pakhan too. And then there were the Ashfords. Byron showed up too. He checked on you, then harassed Dante about a debt owed. It was like a soap opera here.”

He shook his head, a small smile pulling on his lips. “Maybe it’s good I slept for a bit. Byron probably wanted to confirm himself that I wasn't dead. If something happens to me, the seat in the Syndicate goes to him as the closest kin that’s not a member.”

“It’s a cluster,” I mumbled. “And I thought training for the Olympics was hard.”

He chuckled, then brushed his lips against mine. “You’ll be my Kingpin Queen.” His grip around me tightened and I felt his hand roam down my hips. “I want to fuck you again.”

A spike of heat ran through my veins but I fought it. “Absolutely not. The nurse will kick me out.”

He let out a frustrated breath and my gaze flicked to his that burned dark and hot. “If I have a hard on, I’m out of the danger zone.”

“You’re crazy, Bas,” I rasped, glancing at the door. A doctor walked by and I quickly shoved his hand away. “Stop it. I’m serious.”

The doctor paused at the door, shot an annoyed look at both of us then left. I turned to look at my husband and realized why the doctor scurried away. My husband’s eyes threatened retribution if he entered.

“You’re the worst patient,” I murmured, laying back down against him. His one hand ran a path down my back, then back up, almost absentmindedly. When he didn’t say anything for a while, I searched his face. “What are you thinking about?”