“The old ball and chain has got you all turned around,” he chuckles, a little twinkle in his eye. It’s the same look he used to get when we would tease Maksim about Cyrille back when they were newlyweds.
I feel a million years away from the man I used to be back then. The kind of man who’d heard he was going to be an uncle and felt an overwhelming sense of joy.
It’s a far cry from the way I felt when I learned I would be a father.
All I could think about in that moment was how much I stood to lose.
“She’s getting close with everyone,” I say reluctantly. “My mother. Nikita. Cyrille and Ilya.”
“I’m not surprised,” Konstantin replies. “She’s a breath of fresh air. She reminds me of how we used to be before all this Bratva s**t came in and complicated our lives.” He smiles. “Remember thos
