That was the woman I loved.
Naomi pulled back and I brushed my lips over hers, wiping away the rest of her tears. “I will love you until the end of time,” I told her, letting my true feelings come out for once. It didn’t make me weak to tell her how I felt. It only strengthened the bond between us.
“Oh, Gavril,” she whispered, her hands clutching my suit coat. “I love you so much.”
Those were the only words that would ever mean anything to me. As long as Naomi could continue to tell me that she loved me, then I was doing something fucking right in my life.
I kissed her again, winding my hands in her hair and giving her everything I had inside, hoping that she felt the love that she had created between us. “You can have whatever wedding your heart desires,” I mumbled against her lips as our kiss slowed. “Spare no expense, my love. Wherever you want to marry, I will make it happen.” Though my Bratva was just starting to gain some footing with the new business ventures and the recruiting, I still had plenty of funds to give Naomi what she wanted.
Naomi let out a little laugh. “Gavril, you have just given me what every girl likes to hear.”
A grin crossed my face as I reluctantly pulled back, taking in my happy fiancée. “Just don’t tell my mother or sisters. They will have me buying a fucking island before you know it.”
Naomi pursed her lips, her eyes shining with happiness. “No, I’m thinking we can do it at the mansion. A small wedding with just our family and friends.”
“Not Marchetti,” I immediately said, the name souring on my tongue. “You can invite Ilsa, but he can’t be there.” There was still a fragile bond in place with us, but not one that I wanted to grow into a friendship any time soon. We were technically enemies, no matter how much our wives wanted us to be friends, and I was glad I hadn’t seen the fucker since he had been in my house, babysitting me.
That was going to be something I wouldn’t get over any time soon. Hell, I owed the asshole for watching out for my wife when I couldn’t.
“Fine,” she replied, reaching up to adjust my skewed tie. “No Roman.” Patting my chest, Naomi looked at the table. “Why don’t we take some of this food to our suite? I would like to show you how happy you have made me.”
My cock perked up and I laughed, unable to help it. “Fuck, Naomi. I love you so fucking much.”
She winked as she stepped back. “I know, Gavril. I know.”