“Konstantin…” she lets out in a murmur.
“You came,” he whispers back, his face appearing boyish, like he’s a decade younger.
A bit of a weird moment to witness.
Kristina takes a hesitant step toward him. “I…couldn’t do it. Even if my parents disown me and my brother kills me, I couldn’t…couldn’t marry Kirill when all I can see is you in his face. I just…couldn’t.”
“Good, because if you didn’t come, I was planning to kidnap you and hold you hostage before my fucker of a brother could marry you.”
Fuck you, asshole. If it weren’t for me, none of this would be happening.
“Oh, Konstantin.” She palms his cheek. “I love you. I lived all my life for duty and accepted being my family’s trump card. I didn’t allow myself to feel or live or breathe for anything but duty, but that changed when you came along. I hate you for making me feel, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He clutches her by the waist and hauls her toward him. “I love you, too, Meelaya. You’re the only reason I manage to wake up every day.”
And then he kisses her, open-mouthed while releasing repulsive noises.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes or cringe for eternity as I snap a few pictures.
Only my brother is cheesy enough to pick the most sickeningly sweet term to call his woman. My darling.
Though it surprisingly fits someone like Kristina.
When they break apart, she smiles and wipes the lipstick off his mouth. “What are we going to do now? If Papa sees you…I don’t even want to think about it. And Kirill? What is he going to do to you?”
“Fuck that asshole.”
Hey. Is this all the thanks I get for my services?
“Let’s leave,” he lets out in a determined tone. “No one will approve of us when you stranded my almighty bastard of a brother at the altar. The blame will fall on you more than me, and I don’t want to see you suffer in this world.”
“But…Papa and Alexei will hunt us down.” She visibly shakes against him. “You don’t know my brother. He’s not as diplomatic as Papa and he’ll kill you on sight. I can’t…I can’t do that to you.”
“I’m willing to take the risk if it means being with you.”
“But…what about your goals and aspirations?”
“I don’t need those if I have to achieve them without you.”
I finally get enough of my cheesy fucking brother and stroll out from my hideout clapping my hands. “Bravo! Love the concept of forbidden love. The execution, however, could use better dialogue.”
Both of them stiffen and Konstantin actually hides Kristina behind him as if I’ll snatch her away or something.
Now, I’m fully aware that my brother isn’t as trigger happy as, say, Damien, but he still has his moments, and right now seems to be one of those as he tightens his hold around the gun that he never hid.
“Care to explain what you’re doing with my future wife, Konstantin?”
His upper lip lifts in a snarl. “She’s never going to be your wife. She’s fucking mine.”
I guard my nonchalant tone. “Is that so? Did you discuss this issue with Igor? Alexei? The Pakhan, for that matter? Because as I’m sure you know, this is highly frowned upon by the brotherhood. A bit taboo, too. Her neck is on the line, and, hey, so is yours.”
“Let her go,” he says almost pleadingly.
My brother has never begged me for anything since the day I enlisted. He hasn’t asked me for anything, either, and has only talked to me to act as Yulia’s obedient minion.
We haven’t been on good terms since the day Karina was traumatized for life, but when I decided to leave, he looked at me with these same imploring eyes.
The ones a younger brother would have for his older brother.
Back then, he said, “Please don’t leave us.”
Now, he says, “You’re powerful enough to break this marriage off.”
“That I am, but I’m afraid I can’t be the one who goes against the deal I had with Igor and the Pakhan. Otherwise, my interests will be in jeopardy.”
“Kirill.” He’s struggling to remain calm when I’m sure all he wants is to punch me. “Can you, for one day, one fucking day, just stop being so selfish and do something for me?”
“Why would I? You said I was no longer your brother the day I left for Russia, no? Am I suddenly back to being your brother now that you need me? Besides, I’m doing you a huge favor right now. Why do you think I got you riled up a few days ago?”
His eyes widen and recognition starts to show in his gaze.
So maybe I was being an asshole and told Konstantin that I look forward to having a wife that will serve me every night. I was thinking of a different wife, but he didn’t know that and he would have punched me if I hadn’t moved out of the way.
That’s how I confirmed my suspicions. That, and I saw them together during the engagement party. I couldn’t reveal anything back then, because I needed the wedding ceremony to happen.
Konstantin and Kristina look like ghosts, too caught up in their little romance to realize they’re not the ones holding all the cards in this game.
I already built them a nice tidy house of cards, and if they play right, I might choose not to destroy it.
“You…did that on purpose?” my brother asks.
“Maybe.”
“You knew?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then why?” Konstantin breathes heavily. “Why the fuck did you make a deal that includes marrying my woman?”
“Because she wasn’t your woman in public, and I had an opening to achieve greater purposes, so I took it.”
“You fucking—”
“Calm your fucking tits.” I stand toe to toe with him. “Igor, Alexei, and the Pakhan are on their way here. They might bring their guards or the entire wedding party, though I doubt it, because I sent Igor and Alexei this nice and tidy picture of you two kissing.”
I unlock my phone and show them evidence of their cringey make-out session.
Kristina trembles and pushes Konstantin away. “Go! Leave! They won’t kill me, but they will definitely kill you.”
“No,” my brother growls. “They might not kill you physically, but they’ll still sell you to the highest bidder. If it’s not Kirill, then it’ll be someone else.”
“Please go, Kosta.” She desperately pushes him while crying, but he’s not moving. “Please, I’m begging you.”
“I’m not leaving without you.” He clutches her waist and pulls her to his side.
“And lose everything you and Yulia have been building?” I ask in my patronizing tone.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“I’m sure you do. Kristina is right. Her father and brother will hunt you down and kill you for sullying her honor. Besides, do you want her to live frightened for the rest of her life? And how about you? You’re an ambitious man with lots of plans for the future. Will you be able to handle being cast aside with no option but running?”
“We don’t have a choice since you refuse to help.”