The Director (Chicago Bratva 1)

I pull down the covers and lay her in the bed. “I love you, kotyonok. My fierce, wild lioness.” I climb in beside her.

“I love you, Ravil Baranov. And yes, I will marry you.”

I reach over to turn out the light. “I wasn’t asking.”

Her laugh is husky and full. “I know. You’re claiming.” She kisses my chest then lays her head on it. “You’ve already conquered.”

The End