Russian Lullaby (Russian Love Book 1)
While Gia finished her breakfast and then returned to put on her jeans and brush her teeth, Vitaly called Maksim. Just in case she happened to return and overhear him before the conversation ended, he spoke in Russian.
“Maksim, I need a favor.”
“I am always pleased to assist, my friend. What is it?”
“I need a priest.”
“Did you kill someone?”
“Not today. I’m getting married and the ceremony must be performed quickly. Tomorrow would be good.”
“Married?” The man at the other end of the line coughed on his swallow of morning coffee. “Livy, did you hear? Vitaly’s getting married!”
Vitaly heard the murmur of a woman’s voice, then Maksim spoke again. “Livy says it better not be that blonde gold digger she saw you with at the club last month, or she will put a hex on your children.”
Vitaly chuckled. Sweet Olivia was far too softhearted to curse any child. But the woman’s judgment was always perceptive and uncannily accurate. “No, that woman was a short fling. Olivia was correct, as usual; Riley was not for me.”
“So, who is this unknown woman who has so suddenly captured your heart?”
“The Culebras kidnapped the wrong woman.”
“Yes, yes, I know that. You offered to buy her from them for five thousand dollars.”
Vitaly was not surprised that Maksim knew the details of yesterday’s debacle. He had informants everywhere. “She’s innocent and I’m claiming her as mine.”
“That is most impetuous of you.”
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