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Authors: Roxie Rivera
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the entrance. When she noticed him looking at her, she smiled thinly.
"I'll be with the girls." Bianca gave his arm a squeeze and started to move away, but he caught her hand and dragged her back for a quick kiss. He liked the way she blushed and enjoyed the view of her curvy hips swinging as she joined her friends. He didn’t think a pair of white capris had ever looked that fucking good on any woman.
But she's not any woman. She's my woman. The thought filled him with heat. Soon, he would make sure that she really was his. She would share his name and wear his wedding band and everyone would know that he was the luckiest fucking man in the world.
A quick glance around the terminal, and he found Ivan and Yuri talking nearby. As he drew near, he noticed both men looked worried. He didn't know Yuri that well but the billionaire businessman had always treated him like a friend. Even so, he made sure to approach slowly, just in case the pair needed to wrap up their discussion without him overhearing any of it.
Yuri was the first to welcome him with a handshake and a warm smile. "You're looking much better than the last time I saw you."
Considering the oligarch had last seen him after two nights of fighting in a cage, Sergei believed it. "It's good to see you again."
Ivan clapped him on the back. "Are you excited to see your family?"
He couldn't stop the grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Yes."
"How long has it been?" Yuri asked.
"Five and a half years," Sergei said. Actually, he could tell Yuri down the very minute he had stepped onto that plane in the middle of cold Moscow night, but he didn't. "It feels longer."
Ivan squeezed his shoulder and exchanged a glance with Yuri. Stepping closer and lowering his voice, he said, "Listen, there's a problem."
Ears perked, Sergei frowned. "With?"
"Vivian."
He fought the urge to look back at her. "What sort of problem?"
"Nikolai called me a few minutes ago," Yuri explained. "He can't get out of the… meeting ….he's in so he's going to miss our flight. I offered to hold the jet but he told us to go."
Sergei's chest tightened. If the boss was missing something this huge, it had to be serious. Being out of the loop suddenly didn't feel so freeing. Not knowing what was happening on the shadowy streets of Houston's underworld made him nervous. "Have you told her yet?"
"We were about to tell her. He didn't want Ten to be the one to do it." Yuri frowned at the ex-con guarding Vivian. "I can see why."
"I'll go," Ivan offered.
Sergei shook his head. "I'll tell her. She's used to hearing this sort of news from me."
He didn't miss the sad looks the two friends exchanged as he left them. In the months he had spent constantly at her side as her bodyguard, they had established a relationship that resembled that of siblings. He had learned how to let her down easily. Don't make her cry . He repeated the words to himself as he sat down next to her.
Vivian's bright blue eyes fixed on his. Long seconds stretched between them as they stared at one another. Finally, in softly spoken Russian, she whispered, "He's not coming."
Sergei's heart fucking shattered in his chest. A memory came to him of the morning Vivian had woken to an empty house after spending her wedding night alone. Instead of the beautiful, romantic breakfast she had envisioned, there had been only her bodyguard waiting for her. She had cried that morning, and he had been so angry with the boss for putting the family before her. It was an irrational thing to feel. Nikolai hadn't put her second because he didn't love her. He had put her needs behind those of the family because he did love her and he had been trying to keep her safe.
"If he could be here," Sergei said gently, but she didn't let him finish.
"I know." Resignation darkened her voice. Her eyes turned so cold that he felt the iciness deep in his soul. Plastering a fake smile into place, she grabbed the leather messenger bag she loved so much.
"I'll be with the girls." Bianca gave his arm a squeeze and started to move away, but he caught her hand and dragged her back for a quick kiss. He liked the way she blushed and enjoyed the view of her curvy hips swinging as she joined her friends. He didn’t think a pair of white capris had ever looked that fucking good on any woman.
But she's not any woman. She's my woman. The thought filled him with heat. Soon, he would make sure that she really was his. She would share his name and wear his wedding band and everyone would know that he was the luckiest fucking man in the world.
A quick glance around the terminal, and he found Ivan and Yuri talking nearby. As he drew near, he noticed both men looked worried. He didn't know Yuri that well but the billionaire businessman had always treated him like a friend. Even so, he made sure to approach slowly, just in case the pair needed to wrap up their discussion without him overhearing any of it.
Yuri was the first to welcome him with a handshake and a warm smile. "You're looking much better than the last time I saw you."
Considering the oligarch had last seen him after two nights of fighting in a cage, Sergei believed it. "It's good to see you again."
Ivan clapped him on the back. "Are you excited to see your family?"
He couldn't stop the grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Yes."
"How long has it been?" Yuri asked.
"Five and a half years," Sergei said. Actually, he could tell Yuri down the very minute he had stepped onto that plane in the middle of cold Moscow night, but he didn't. "It feels longer."
Ivan squeezed his shoulder and exchanged a glance with Yuri. Stepping closer and lowering his voice, he said, "Listen, there's a problem."
Ears perked, Sergei frowned. "With?"
"Vivian."
He fought the urge to look back at her. "What sort of problem?"
"Nikolai called me a few minutes ago," Yuri explained. "He can't get out of the… meeting ….he's in so he's going to miss our flight. I offered to hold the jet but he told us to go."
Sergei's chest tightened. If the boss was missing something this huge, it had to be serious. Being out of the loop suddenly didn't feel so freeing. Not knowing what was happening on the shadowy streets of Houston's underworld made him nervous. "Have you told her yet?"
"We were about to tell her. He didn't want Ten to be the one to do it." Yuri frowned at the ex-con guarding Vivian. "I can see why."
"I'll go," Ivan offered.
Sergei shook his head. "I'll tell her. She's used to hearing this sort of news from me."
He didn't miss the sad looks the two friends exchanged as he left them. In the months he had spent constantly at her side as her bodyguard, they had established a relationship that resembled that of siblings. He had learned how to let her down easily. Don't make her cry . He repeated the words to himself as he sat down next to her.
Vivian's bright blue eyes fixed on his. Long seconds stretched between them as they stared at one another. Finally, in softly spoken Russian, she whispered, "He's not coming."
Sergei's heart fucking shattered in his chest. A memory came to him of the morning Vivian had woken to an empty house after spending her wedding night alone. Instead of the beautiful, romantic breakfast she had envisioned, there had been only her bodyguard waiting for her. She had cried that morning, and he had been so angry with the boss for putting the family before her. It was an irrational thing to feel. Nikolai hadn't put her second because he didn't love her. He had put her needs behind those of the family because he did love her and he had been trying to keep her safe.
"If he could be here," Sergei said gently, but she didn't let him finish.
"I know." Resignation darkened her voice. Her eyes turned so cold that he felt the iciness deep in his soul. Plastering a fake smile into place, she grabbed the leather messenger bag she loved so much.
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