The Beauty Who Loved Him (The Beast of Moscow, #3) by Bethany-Kris

Author:Bethany-Kris
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mafia romance, bad boy romance, marriage of convenience, age gap, beauty beast
Publisher: Bethany-Kris
Published: 2021-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

11.

“Did you know Kiril sleeps in the sitting room at night?”

Vaslav’s daydream ended the second Vera made her presence known. While moving light didn’t typically help his migraines, there was something about the flickering of a fire in a dark room that helped to pull him further into his mind and away from the physical presence of everything else around him. Including what hurt.

“Igor mentioned it,” Vaslav said as Vera padded into the room and came to sit beside him on the plush couch where he’d found some relief. The fire helped. She set the plate of snacks, a mix of cheese, cut meats, and crackers, on the coffee table and produced what waited for him in her other hand. He eyed the small glass jar resting in the middle of her palm. “What’s that, now?”

“Coconut oil.”

Vaslav squinted at the white muck in the clear jar. “Where did you find that?”

“Mira told me there was some in the pantry when I asked.”

“Vera, I told you to walk around and have a think if you needed to, not to raid my cupboards and wake up the maid at one in the morning.”

He couldn’t help that she wanted to be awake with him at all hours of the damn night. Not that Vaslav would pretend that he didn’t like it, that was a given.

“First of all,” Vera started. “I wasn’t even finished talking about Kiril sleeping on a couch in the sitting room when you have at least ten bedrooms available in the upper floors.”

Fine.

“Then, let’s go back to that,” Vaslav said in a sigh. His focus turned from the jar of goo to Vera as he squinted through the pain stabbing at the back of his head and radiating to the front of his skull with every throb. “Kiril doesn’t have the patience to sit still for the length of time it takes to drive from the city to Dubna several times a day, often a few times a week, the way Igor does. It’s part of his daily routine with me. Kiril, on the other hand, only really needs to keep an eye on you.”

She blinked. “That’s it, just me?”

“He’s certainly not here for me,” Vaslav returned dryly.

That’s what Igor was for.

“You know,” Vera mused, “I remember my father being a lot more hands on when it came to his ...”

Vaslav narrowed in on Vera. “His, what?”

“Business,” she opted to say.

He didn’t think she’d call the mafiya out by name.

She’d not yet.

Wisely.

“I doubt your father spent several years dismantling another man’s organization only to earn himself a legion of angry, distrustful men who owe him money on a monthly basis like I did. On top of health issues that would otherwise ruin him if not kept carefully hidden,” Vaslav said through a scowl. “I’m not living out the rest of my life like a sitting duck. I didn’t spend the last half of a decade scaring the hell out of every man in my vicinity just to hide behind these walls cowering in my own fear.

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