Sanctum: A Dark Bratva Arranged Marriage Romance (Wicked Vows)

I CALL my new men to come take Leonardo’s sorry ass back to our house. He’ll be immediately put into a lockdown room and Harper will be none the wiser.

We finally have a moment of peace.

“You alright?” I ask, drawing her closer to me, right before we head back into the main area. Behind us, the forest speaks in whispers and sighs, a reminder of where we met. Of the first time I chased her down. Of the night I caught her.

My men sweep away all remnants of a struggle, the quiet undercover crew melting back into the night as if swallowed whole.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she says with a nod.

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“Relieved,” she whispers, leaning against me. “You know, I could’ve shot to kill him.”

“Of course you could have.”

“But I wanted him to pay.”

“I get that.”

“I’m just saying I could have. Like if I really, truly knew someone deserved it, I could pull that trigger with no regrets.”

I nod. “I’m proud of you. Jesus, woman, you’ve come so damn far. Look at you. Your hands don’t shake anymore. You’re confident. You know who you are.”

“A lot more than that’s changed,” she says with a nod. “Thank you, Aleks.”

I snort. “I brought you home and put a ring on your finger. You were the one that did the rest.”

“You brought my daughter to me, and somehow having Ivy with me made me realize that I would do anything to keep her safe. Anything.”

“Finally,” I breathe, shaking my head.

“What?”

“Finally we speak the same damn language, baby.”

She grins as I open the door to the ballroom and she sweeps in with confidence in her step, all elegant grace. God, I love her.

At the formal dinner, she speaks with ease with my mother and sister, who introduce her to their friends. A live band plays, and as the hosts of the evening, we’re the first people to take the dance floor. I walk onto the circular area with a swell of pride, with the knowledge that I’m here for the first time with my wife on my arm. A bold declaration, claiming her as my own.

She stands by my side during the auctions and raffles and other fundraising activities and in the end, we trump Mikhail and Aria’s efforts last year, and I let him know it.

“You’re not competitive at all, are you?” Harper asks with a laugh on our way out. “Speaking of which… should I just go ahead and take a pregnancy test?”

I freeze with my hand on the handle of the car door.

“Say that again.”

“Oh, my period might be a bit late,” she says with a teasing lilt in her voice.

“Is it? But Harper, you were drinking tonight.”

“I only had sparkling water, I promise you,” she says in a throaty whisper. “I didn’t have any alcohol.”

“Where do we get a test?” I ask. I don’t know shit about these things.

“Any pharmacy,” she says as I open the door for her and buckle her in. “We’d need to find a twenty-four hour one…”

“I’ll fucking break into one and get one⁠—”

“Aleks, for God’s sake, save the heroics for when it’s needed,” she says, pulling up her phone. “Look, there’s one right down on the corner.” She grins. “Let’s go.”