Page 40 of A Fiancée for the Bratva Boss
When she went limp, I released her, letting her body hang lifeless from the chains.
I wiped the blade clean on her clothes, then stepped back to survey my work. There was no satisfaction in it—only a cold sense of justice. A problem eliminated. A threat neutralized.
Georgi emerged from the shadows, her expression unreadable.
"It's done," I said.
She nodded. "I'll handle cleanup. The usual channels?"
"Yes. Make sure nothing traces back."
"Already arranged." She paused, studying Maria's corpse with professional detachment. "She really thought you'd save her. Even at the end."
"Delusion is a hell of a drug."
I turned to leave, but Georgi's voice stopped me.
"How's Natasha?"
A ghost of a smile touched my lips, the first good emotion I'd felt since walking into this warehouse. "She's perfect. We’re having a baby."
"Good." Georgi's expression softened slightly. "She deserves happiness after everything. You both do, Boss."
"Yeah." I looked back at Maria's body one last time. "She does."
I climbed the stairs and emerged into the night air, breathing deeply to clear the stench of death from my lungs. My phone buzzed indicating a text from Natasha.
Are you coming home soon? I miss you.
I smiled, the darkness lifting from my chest.
On my way now, princess. I love you.
I love you, too. Drive safe.
I got in the car and drove away from that warehouse, from Maria's corpse, from the last remnant of a past I'd burned to the ground.
By morning, there would be no trace of her. No body. No evidence. Just another missing person who'd vanished into the night. And I would wake up next to my wife, kiss her good morning.
Maria had wanted to take Natasha's place. Instead, she'd gotten exactly what she deserved to be forgotten, erased, nothing.
Natasha had everything. My name. My ring. My heart. My empire. My baby.
She'd won without ever having to fight. Because she was always meant to be mine. And I was always meant to be hers.
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