Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Roman’s heart pounded and he stared into her eyes. He’d known anger, pain, sadness, grief, but he had never known true love or joy, or happiness, and in that moment, he finally knew what it was, and that it was worth fighting for.
Chloe was his. He would do everything in his power to protect her.
She was the love of his life.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
Chloe watched as Roman sat on the floor with their nearly five-year-old son, driving a train along the track. Arthur was sitting between his legs getting all excited.
She sipped her hot chocolate and then walked over to her little girl who was fast asleep. Roman had already rocked her to sleep. It was Christmas morning, the fifth one they had shared together. During the first one, she’d been heavily pregnant with Arthur, whose birthday was in a couple of weeks’ time, and he’d be five.
Roman hadn’t known how to handle Christmas that first year, so Chloe had shown him what to do. They had purchased a Christmas tree together for their country home as well as their apartment in the city. She had also taken him to buy decorations, and when he asked if they threw them out at the end of the year, she nearly had a heart attack. No. You saved your decorations for each year, and Chloe hoped to add to them, creating memories.
When it came to Christmas decorations of her parents, none of them had been salvageable. Mainly because she had no choice but to throw them out as no one would buy them. They had a lot of memories. Now, she was going to make new memories with her husband and her two children. Roman didn’t know yet, but she would tell him later that she was pregnant with their third child.
Roman, the killer for the Zaitsev, was one of the most romantic men, charming, sweet, and a brilliant father. He’d been terrified with Arthur, afraid of dropping him, of “fucking everything up,” as he said.
Chloe had known from the moment he held him that their children would never know a bad day, because Roman wouldn’t allow it. He’d fight for all of them.
In the past five years, she had made peace with Zaitsev, and even looked forward to the older man, who was referred to as a grandfather because their children didn’t have anyone else. She had come to love Zaitsev and saw him as a guide and a mentor.
After she had given birth to Arthur, Zaitsev had asked for her assistance in gathering information on a suspected snitch. Roman hadn’t wanted her to do it, but Zaitsev warned her it put all of them at risk. So, she did it.
She held the Zaitsev brand, was Roman’s, and had sworn her loyalty to the Zaitsev Bratva. She was part of them.
Roman looked back at her and smiled. She didn’t have any regrets. Roman had told her everything, and even now, there were no secrets between them.
He held out his hand, and she stepped into the room. Taking a seat, she reached for her little girl, holding her hand, and then rested her head on Roman’s shoulder.
“Do you like playing with trains?” Chloe asked.
“I love playing with my son,” Roman said, kissing her lips. “And I already know we’re going to be having another.” He winked at her.
Chloe burst out laughing.
This was happiness.
And she wouldn’t change it for anything.
The End