Chapter 156. Wet Dreams

Nikolai spent years pulling himself away from the Russian mafia. While those connections still existed, they didn't rule his life, nor mine. However, I couldn't forget the life I came from or the home I'd been born in.

If they were still alive, my parents were certainly living under the control of the Bratva back in Russia. For that reason, I owed Nikolai and Annika my life. They took me away and gave me a life worth living.

And I massively fucked up by killing Dax.

Knowing that my actions saved Rhea, and to a lesser extent the other dancers, I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. Rhea was mine and no one else would ever own any part of her. Not Dax, Luca, or anyone under the Genovese umbrella.

Nevertheless, this world Jameson tried his best to keep me away from was one of merciless revenge. I'd taken mine by killing Dax and now his family wanted theirs. Because of my actions, I'd become a target. As my wife, Rhea was too.

In the days since returning