Eve is strong and respected. More than just my wife, my men see her as my equal. They see her astheir leader. And I get to claim her as mine.
My wife, my love. My queen.
I can only see their respect for her as a compliment. As their blessing on us and our marriage and ourleadership over the Bratva.
I reach out and grab Eve’s hand, kissing her knuckles. Then, I turn to Grigory. “You won’t hearanother bit of gratitude from either of us on the subject.”
He lifts his glass again, downing the second half of it. Judging by the color in his face, that was nothis first.
“I’m grateful to all of you for getting me out,” Eve says, winking at Grigory when he rolls his eyes.“But I can’t push aside the guilt I feel that we are all here and others aren’t.”
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