NÌKOLAI’S POV
I f****d up.
I really f****d up.
My intentions weren’t to make it seem like Valentina was inadequate at taking care of our son. I was just worried she would spiral out of control again and I wouldn’t be there to stop her. I just wanted the others to keep an eye out on her when I wasn’t here. Now half of the family is dead set on wanting Valentina to take a step back from caring for our child.
How the hell do I make this right?
She won’t talk to me. She’s locked herself in our room with our son and won’t talk to me. f*****g Gio yelled at me to go downstairs and give her some space, but I just need to talk to her.
I need to explain my intentions, because I wasn’t trying to hurt her.
I poured myself a large glass of bourbon and chugged it down. The burn felt nice,
