~Emilia’s Point of View~   I was getting pretty damn tired of seeing Pavel and I was very close to asking Aleksey when he was leaving. I get that it was the appropriate thing for him to offer support, but the guys were out on bail quickly and we hardly needed him anymore. They wouldn’t go to trial for probably months. I was a complete fucking nervous wreck about it all and we’d barely talked since the plane. I laid in bed after our long run, waiting for my mate to join me. Sofia said I probably wouldn’t be able to shift after my first trimester and I shouldn’t eat any raw meat from now on. My wolf wasn’t happy about that but I supposed I needed to ask a doctor. Shit! Would Aleksey be able to get permission to go to my appointments? Ugh.  Just when things start looking up, just when life seems to

~Aleksey’s Point of View~   I was a nervous fucking wreck and I hated the feeling. Seemed to be a lot of that going on lately. Between meeting with the lawyers and teetering on how much we wanted to tell the females in our lives about our scheme and sending Emilia with my mother out to deal with other bosses … I was sure I’d have a full head of gray hair in a few days. Alexandra was being a lot more cocky now that she had her wolf, if that were even possible. It was obvious she now wanted to contribute more to the family and I was going to have to clue her into our court scheme and give her tasks. I set a meet with the Chinese and Italian bosses this week, and I was flying in trusted associates to pose as security but they were doubling as translators. Clearly neither my mate nor my mom would know what kinds of things they might snicker on the fl

~Alexandra’s Point of View~   RING RING RING Unknown number. Hmm. I hovered my finger over the ignore button before I let my curiosity get the best of me. “Hello,” I said as dryly as possible. “Hey Alexandra, it’s Pavel,” a voice said. I found myself sitting up straight and puckering my lips for no good reason. “Oh hello,” I said, trying to act uninterested.  I couldn’t sound eager. Fuck if I had a dollar for every time I secretly wished he’d call me. He’d ask me out. Hell that he’d pay any attention to me at all. “I got a call from Emmy yesterday that you were ope

~Aleksey’s Point of View~  “That’s crazy, does mother even have that kind of pull with the owners of the country club,” I laughed, hearing my mate tell me about her night.“How would I know? But probably, I have no idea. I mean hell she knows all of the richest women in Chicago,” Emilia said, throwing a pillow at me.“Hmm. Bohai is extremely astute. He’s been boss since the early 90’s so he should be. I’ll talk to Mickey about it. He probably has five Roberts on his payroll, he probably knows everything,” I said, feeling a bit worried.“Well he gave me the willies for sure. There were a few tense moments but I thought it still went okay. I hate to think how it would have been if no

~Emilia’s Point of View~   RING RING RING RING I shot up in bed, and immediately noticed Aleksey wasn’t there. I grabbed my ringing phone and saw it was only 11:22pm, he was probably still working with Mickey. I didn’t recognize the number. “Hello,” I said, yawning. “Emmy? I need your help, I’m out with Alex and she kind of passed out,” Pavel said.  I threw the covers off and moved my legs over the side of the bed. “She passed out?? Did she hit her head or otherwise hurt herself? Is she drunk?? Where are you,” I demanded, trying to get my nightgown on.  “We’re okay. We’re at the country club. We were just