Page 100 of Masked Bratva Daddy

“Marry me,” he says simply. “You and Andrea are my greatest gifts.”

The world seems to hold its breath.

“Yes,” I say, the word tumbling out of me with a laugh and a sob all at once. “Yes, Mak.”

He rises in a smooth motion, slipping the ring onto my finger before pulling me into his arms as applause breaks out around us, warm and thunderous. He kisses me then, deep and sure, and the future we’ve been discussing, piecing together these months, feels real and solid between us.

Somewhere nearby, I hear Dima’s familiar voice, dry and pleased.

“Good,” he mutters. “Maybe now the little bear will stop asking me to be her stepdad.”

I laugh against Makari’s mouth, my joy bright and unguarded. The world feels wide open.

And this time, I’m not afraid of what comes next.