Page 80 of Forced Marriage of the Bratva
He leads me to the plane, each of his steps deliberate and steady. My hands brush against the smooth fuselage, my excitement mounting with every move.
Once we reach the door, Lev carefully lifts our son slightly, guiding me inside first. I step into the cabin, feeling the cozy hum of the interior, the faint scent of polished leather and jet fuel mixing in a way that somehow feels safe and thrilling all at once.
I glance toward the cockpit, and my stomach flips. The captain steps out, and my eyes immediately recognize him. The same man who guided us from London to New York, the one who took the crew around Milan—all of it rushing back. I can’t help smiling.
“Captain!” I say, voice bright. “I can’t believe it’s you again.”
He tips his cap with a grin. “Good to see you, Sasha. And little man,” he nods toward our son, who coos softly in Lev’s arms.
Lev’s hand rests lightly on my back as he guides me toward the seats. My chest tightens in anticipation, heart swelling with a mix of love, excitement, and awe.
We finally settle into the plane’s plush seats. Lev eases our son, Clint, onto his chest, and he lets out a big, contented yawn before curling against Lev’s chest.
I can’t help but laugh softly. “Looks like someone wants to sleep.”
Lev glances down at Clint, then back at me, his eyes warm and intense. “Forget him for a moment. Concentrate on me,” he murmurs.
I pause, tilting my head to look up at him. His gaze is magnetic, steady, and protective all at once. For just a heartbeat,the hum of the plane, the excitement of the trip, and the soft weight of our son vanish. It’s just him and me, and it feels…perfect.
Lev then leans closer. His voice is low, warm. “We’re going to Greece. On vacation.”
I blink, surprise flickering through me. “Greece….”
“I know you have some bad memories there,” he continues, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “But it’s your birthplace, Sasha. It’s time we rewrite it. We’re going back, and we’ll do everything you’ve always wanted. Your happiness…it’s my priority.”
I press myself against him, careful not to disturb Clint, who yawns in his sleep. “I…I love you so much,” I whisper.
Lev wraps his arms tighter around me, and for a moment, the world outside the plane fades.
“I love you so much more, Sasha.” Then he grins, his eyes glinting with mischief and warmth. “Isn’t it ironic?” he says. “We met for the first time on a plane…and now we’re rewriting our stories together on one.”
I laugh softly, the sound full of relief and joy. The weight of the past lift has lifted. The threats, the fears, the chaos—they’re behind us. Here, in this moment, we have each other, our son, and a future we get to write together.
And as the plane hums to life, I close my eyes and let the anticipation of tomorrow fill me. Greece is waiting, and so is the life we deserve—together.
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THE END
