Page 8 of Legal Returns
Seven kids, all under fourteen, is a lot. Four of them being under seven is an even bigger challenge, but I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone else’s. I love our children.
I finish up and head to my bedroom for a shower and to get ready for bed. As soon as I get to my room, my husband’s cologne fills my lungs. It’s too strong to be residuals from this morning.
I smile as I realize he’s home. I’m sure he’s washing off whatever he and the guys were up to for the last three days. This is the life of the wife of a mob boss.
LaSalle still gets his hands dirty when he has to. He often comes in to shower it all away before interacting with the family. Missing my husband, I move to the bathroom where I hear the shower running.
I find my husband in all his naked glory and smile to myself as I watch him with his head back as soap and water cascade down his body.
His back and tight ass make my mouth water. LaSalle has only gotten finer with time. I marvel at his strong body and the force he makes even while not moving. Forty-three is looking damn good.
“Damn,” I murmur to myself.
As the word leaves my lips, he turns his head to look at me. Our eyes lock and a smile comes to his lips. He turns fully toward me and opens his arms.
Grabbing my shower cap, I place it on my head. Then I push off the bathroom counter where I’m leaning and begin to peel off my clothes as I saunter to him. His smile widens as he roams his gaze over my body. I’m doing just fine myself at thirty-six.
With the confidence of that knowledge, I make a show of stripping down for him. Once naked myself, I open the glass door and walk in to join him.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he croons.
“Hey, handsome. It’s good to see you.”
“You have no idea how good it is to see you,” he murmurs and tightens his arms around me.
I can feel all his stress begin to melt away as I sink into his embrace. His warm body always makes me feel like I’m coming home. I press the side of my face against his chest and listen to the sound of his heart beating.
I sigh contentedly. “You good?”
“I am now.” His voice rumbles through me.
CHAPTER 4
Speak
Misha
I sitin chair with my arms resting on thighs. A frown comes to face as I would much rather be home with wife and children than be here in this dank, sweaty basement. I haven’t had proper shower in three days.
That alone has agitated me. Lifting hand, I wave Alexei over. He has bucket of ice water in hands.
“I’m tired of waiting,” I snarl.
“Da, understood.”
Alexei douses this piece of shit with water. He jumps up, flailing and looking around wildly. When his eyes land on me, then dead body still lying beside him, he begins to crawl backward to get away from me.
“Good, you awake. It’s time I get home. You decide now. Do I have men clean up and put you with friends, or do you speak and tell me what I need to know?”
Fear fills his eyes, and he begins to sweat. I can see he’s thinking over his options. Time will tell if his fear of me is greater than the woman the others have already died for.
He looks around at the other bodies piled high to be disposed of. Then he looks back to one beside him. Fuck. I see moment he understands he’s not making it out of here.
My window has closed. I gave him too much time to think. Logan might be right. I’m dragging my feet to find the woman we all want dead.
“I will talk,” he chokes out, but I know it is lie. “What do you want to know?”
“Where is Elizaveta? Where has she been hiding?”
