But because she makes me feel f*****g strong.
Because she makes me happy. And I haven’t been happy since…
Since the motherfuckers took everything from me the first time.
It’s all a neat conclusion when you look at it like that. I am going to make Wren my wife; I am going to slaughter the Irish and
the Italians alike; I am going to give Elena the justice she never got.
Most of all, I am going to give myself the fresh start I’ve been craving.
And I will give Wren the future she deserves.
As it turns out, pregnancy isn’t so bad when you’re having constant, steamy, third trimester s*x and being waited on hand andfoot by a handsome Russian with a scowl that could make Lucifer jealous.
Although I haven’t been on the receiving end of one of his signature scowls for a while now. Matter of
