by Ariel Arnold
“Okay, I’ll stop being annoying. I just don’t want to make a bad impression with your parents.”
“You’re a Russian mobster, no matter what you’ve already made a bad impression so just be yourself.” I joked. Ilya dropped me ton m y feet stunned, his whole face has turned a shade whiter.
“You told them.”
I snorted. “No I didn’t. But it’s not like they aren’t going to find out one day, they do watch the news.” He worried his lips with his teeth and I placed one finger against them to get him to stop. “Don’t worry Ilya, no matter what I won’t stop loving you. I’m here with you, beside you, forever.”
In the past few weeks I had gotten comfortable admitting how much I loved him. I didn’t want to hide in embarrassment anymore when I said it. Through my recovery, he has been here for me every day, never leaving my side, and making sure I was comfortable. With so much time off work we’ve just spent hours talking to each other, sharing stories of our childhoods, really getting to know each other. And everything I leaned only made me love Ilya more. Ilya is a proud man, a loyal one, and everything he does is to protect those he loves. I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that he loves Nikolai Prakenski like a brother and would always be his right hand. That meant I had to be okay with the grey area he lived in. Yeah it would cause problems once I got back to work, but we would cross that bridge once we came to it.
And I’ve kind of have to tolerate Nikolai, especially since he was instrumental in saving my life. It was him who had called and heard what was going on with me and O’Reilly. He was calling to tell me Ilya was out thanks to the lawyer and the hospital staff. He was the only one who knew where I was and told Ilya. So yeah, we’ve reluctantly came to tolerate each other.
Aleksandr and Yazmeen were finally able to go on their honeymoon and should be back next week. I can’t wait to hear all the stories of her time abroad.
All in all everything was great.
“How did I luck out into meeting you?” He asked happily.
“That I don’t know but I sure am glad that you were in that park that night or we wouldn’t be here right now.” I told him.
He wrapped me up into his arms once again and held me tightly. I laid my head on his chest listening contentedly to the sound of his heart beating. “I love you more than anything.” He said. “You know that right?”
“I know.” I replied. And that was why I was willing to risk it all for him. Like my father said, a love like this was worth it.
Thank you to everyone that has read my stories I can’t express how grateful I am. Thank you all for the words of encouragement and the criticism. I take it all in, and I’m working to continue to improve and bring you all better stories.
This is the last story in this series that started with Yazmeen and Aleksandr and is now ending with Nana and Ilya.
Hope you enjoy it!
-Ariel Arnold.
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