Page 130 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession
“He’s planning something,” Vasiliy says, his voice hard.
“He’s always planning something,” I reply. “But this time, we’ll be ready.”
The orderlies secure Yakov in the ambulance, the doors closing with a final-sounding thud. As the vehicle pulls away, escorted by two unmarked cars filled with Nikolai’s men, I feel some of the tension leave my body.
“Do you think we made the right choice?” I ask, turning to Vasiliy.
His expression is thoughtful as he watches the ambulance disappear around a corner. “I think we made a choice. Whether it’s right or wrong...time will tell.”
I nod, understanding what he isn’t saying. In our world, there are rarely perfect solutions—only calculated risks, uneasy compromises, and the constant vigilance that comes with power.
“Come,” Vasiliy says, signaling to the driver. “Let’s go home.”
As we drive through the city streets toward the new penthouse—a fortress of glass and steel where we’ve begun building our life together—I find myself reflecting on the journey that has brought us here. From enemies to lovers, from chaos to a tentative peace, we’ve forged something neither of us had believed possible.
“What are you thinking about?” Vasiliy asks, his thumb tracing circles on my palm.
“The future,” I reply. “Our child. The club.”
“The Velvet Echo,” he murmurs. “Jaromir nearly destroyed it.”
“We’ll rebuild it,” I say with conviction. “Better than before. A real legacy for our child.”
He smiles, the expression transforming his usually stern features. “Always so determined.”
“You love it,” I tease.
“I love you,” he corrects, his voice low and serious.
The words still make my heart skip, even after everything we’ve been through. “I love you too,” I whisper back.
As the car carries us toward home, I rest my head against Vasiliy’s shoulder. Outside, New York stretches around us, a city of endless possibilities and hidden dangers. Whatever comes next, we will face it together.
THE END
