Page 102 of Mistaken
A year later…
Maksim…
‘WHERE IS HE!”
I can hear my wife shout from behind the sturdy door of my office, and she is clearly not pleased. Yuri’s shoulders are shaking silently, trying to control his laughter as we hear Ella stomping down the marble hallway.
There is a polite knock and her tone is demure, “Maksim darling, may I speak with you for a moment?”
Rising to open the door, I attempt to control my smile in the face of her seething rage. “Do come in.”
She stares at me, unflinching as she calls out, “Hey, Yuri.”
I can hear my idiot brother still trying to quell his laughter as he replies.
“So, Maksim,” she not-quite snarls, “could we speak in the bedroom?”
“Of course, Ella,” I can almost smell her outrage from here. The moment the door’s shut, she’s on me.
“You chipped me? Like a pet? You chipped me like a runaway cat?”
It takes me a moment. “Ah. The tracker in your arm.”
She’s speechless, her pretty pink mouth opening and closing helplessly. This is a rare occasion, so I enjoy it while I can.
“You saw Dr. Chang today, correct?” Dr. Chang is an OB/GYN, ruthlessly vetted and background-checked in every possible way.
“I did,” she says, “and guess what she shared with me?”
I seat myself. “She likely scanned your birth control implant in your arm and found the tracker placed under it?”
“You chipped me without my knowledge!” Ella’s waving her hands helplessly, trying to communicate her rage, I imagine. “Wh- how- when did this happen?”
I rub the back of my neck; it would have been helpful to have remembered this and discussed the tracker at an earlier time. “Before our first wedding, when your birth control device was implanted. This is a state-of-the-art GPS tracker that’s no bigger than a pea. It has a battery life of five years and is perfectly harmless, I assure you.”
“You chipped me!” Ella repeats, clearly unwilling to move past the outrage.
“????????,”I take her hands and pull her down on my lap. “I am sorry I did not discuss this with you after we vowed to be honest with each other. I am aware you are outraged and knowing that I forgot to mention it is not helping. But how do you think we found you at the Sokolov bunker? They’d taken your phone and purse, which had two trackers. The one in your arm saved your life. Though you would not have been in that position in the first place if it were not for me. And for that, again, I am sorry. Sincerely.”
Ella pursed her lips as she thought about it. “You have already apologized for… well, everything. This is like an addendum apology. I accept.”
“So, you agree to keep it there?” She shoots off my lap like a rocket and I catch her before she makes it to the door. “It seems my apology needs to be more thorough,” I said, pulling up her skirt and lifting her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I press my cock against her.
The Next Day…
Russian Orthodox Easter - St. Nicholas Cathedral, NYC
Ella…
There are two days of the year that Maksim and his family will be in church, no matter what else might be happening. Russian Orthodox Christmas, which we celebrated in St. Petersburg, and Russian Orthodox Easter.
I loved the St. Nicholas Cathedral, with the glorious, soaring ceilings with their gold leaf and exquisite carvings. The wonderful stain-glass windows and the priceless statues of the saints. It was a magnificent, elaborate building, but it was still filled with a sense of humble spirituality.
We were sitting in the Morozov family pew, with Yuri, their mother, and Ekaterina and Mariya, who’d come to visit. There was a moment of silent contemplation, and I leaned over slightly to whisper in Maksim’s ear.
“So, there was one other thing I discovered at Dr. Chang’s appointment yesterday.”
He attempted to frown at me quellingly, the Big, Scary Pakhan.
