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𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 • 𝐏 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐕

I attempt to relax but for some reason there are too many things that are getting on my nerves, too much going on. I watch as Roman sleeps quietly against Nadia. Weirdly those who have become best of friends, even though Nadia is two and Roman had just turned one.

Finding out Mila was pregnant was a burst of happiness, I couldn't feel any prouder. We had produced a little human, and I wasn't even worried about being like my father. I knew I would do anything in my power not to be like him, to give my children the life they deserve without a beating. Yes, I'd be stern, but kids need that in order to be grateful.

Mila comes out into the garden with Rosalie and Nikita while both Jace and I have been babysitting and sipping on our beers. Mila rolls her eyes at me and watches as Roman begins to squirm. He clearly can smell the breast milk and God that shit tastes good no wonder babies crave it so much, although things are rocky with Jace and Rosalie, he still loves her and has no problem talking about her behind her back about how amazing she is.

Roman is picked up by Mila with such soft motions, she takes him inside to breast feed and that's when Elias and Leonid come in, they know if they lay their eyes on my wife and her breasts, they'd lose them.

Nikita turns away from both of them, avoiding eye-contact and sitting next to Jace while she fiddles on her phone, probably messaging mum, giving her one of the regular check-ins. The year past so quickly and so much has happened, I have my own little monster and Nadia is growing by the day. Elias is still bodyguarding for Mila and now and again my sister, especially since I can't trust the Americans and all these other mobs that are on our backs.

I walk into the living room, finding Mila sleepy while she breast-feeds our son. A small thin blanket covers his head and her breast from anyone staring, not that Mila cares I doubt, feeding her son is important to her. I take a seat next to her, planting a kiss on a forehead and whispering how great of a job she's doing.

I snuggle close to Mila, watching now as Roman sleeps in Mila's arms.

"It's getting late, why don't you go for a nap?" Mila nods and I follow her to our bedroom. We wrap Roman in a cosy blanket and leave him to rest in his cot. I freshen up the pillows and take the blanket ready for Mila's body. "Rest up." I kiss her on the forehead again and sit next to her, I never want these little moments to end, these are the moments that are perfect and unbeatable.

My phone vibrates for the third time, causing me to get annoyed. I groan and watch as Mila tilts her head up at me, "Maybe you should get that." I want to refuse, but it could be something important from the warehouse, or it could be my mother. I answer the caller.

"Petrov." A voice says sternly down the phone, it was Pedro. I groan. The year has been so busy and although the Bratva is a business, I had no time to make truces, they hadn't promised war so I didn't need to truce, but if I didn't agree to it soon... It'll soon turn into a war; I wouldn't want to risk it when it was just Nadia. But now it's Roman too, my own flesh and blood. I can't have a war; I won't have a war.

"Pedro, I apologise it's been a while, as you can imagine life has been busy." I didn't want to mention the fact I have a son; I want to keep that as private for as long as I can. Having children doesn't just make a man look strong that he can produce offspring, but also vulnerable. Having children is definitely a weakness, every time I stare at Roman, I think about his future with us, but I won't wish his young years away just yet.

Pedro and I talk further about a truce, a promise he wants to make, but the way he wants to do it is something we haven't done before.

𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐀 • 𝐎 𝐑 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕

Kristian left not too long ago, whatever the phone call was about caused him to boil up. He left with a 'love you' and a small kiss. Everyone else would be in bed soon but I was a lightweight, ever since having Roman my energy has been sucked out of me. Roman was a little handful, no doubt like his father. But I knew he was going to be a strong fighter; I just hope his life is full of love and not much violence. But being in a Bratva, the heir. And he was going to be amazing.

The bed dips a little while later, Kristian comes in and reveals his sexy body. For some reason having Roman made Kristian's body looked even more perfect, I never knew it was possible. "Moya malen'kaya lisa." [My little fox]

"I love you." I smile. Having Roman helped Kristian more with his emotions, Roman allowed him to feel more. And for that I'm thankful. Who knew I would end up marrying and falling in love with the person I was supposed to kill? But everything happens for a reason.

"What was that phone call about?" I enquire.

"Pedro from the Mexican Cartel." He sighs, this clearly wasn't brilliant news.

"He wants a truce. And the only way he wants that is a marriage...An arranged marriage between our families." I look at Kristian with shock, fully aware that the Bratva isn't usually the type to sell off their soldiers or their women to another mob.

"What will you do?" I enquire.

"It's business...We have to do what we have to do." I nod and lean against him, understanding that this is a difficult situation to consider, and he's doing the best for his family. Like he always will do.