Whether she is ‘my type’ is also debatable. Katerina Makarova, daughter of the boss of the MakarovaBratva, is not bad-looking by any means. She has green eyes, red hair, t**s, and a p***y. And I’m notso picky about the hair and eyes. She’s ‘my type’ as much as any other woman. Fuckable is my onlyrequisite and Alek knows me well enough to know that. Marriage won’t change any of that. The factthat she’s a mob princess is her own problem. Something she’ll have to overcome as my wife. It’s notsomething I plan on devoting much time to rectifying.
“Does that mean she’s your type, Alek?”
He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t have to. The beat of silence says it all. “I’m just thinking that, justbecause you’re getting married and will have the Makarova Bratva backing you, doesn
