Page 92 of Born into Chaos

When she gets closer, Samantha’s eyes find mine, and the big, gummy smile she gives me has my throat feeling tight. God, I’ve missed her.

“Hey, little one,” I tell her, kissing her cheek when Sveta brings her face to mine. “Don’t ever disappear like that again. Your daddy can’t take it.”

It’s the first time I’ve ever called myself her dad out loud, but once the words are out, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Samantha smiles and reaches for my face, laughing when she feels the light beard that’s grown in over the week. I cup the back of her head and kiss her face until she’s squealing with laughter.

“Hey, you’re supposed to take it easy,” Sveta warns me.

“Mommy’s going to be unbearably bossy now, isn’t she, Sam?”

“I’m never bossy.” Sveta raises a brow, daring me to contradict her.

I give her a wink and say, “Of course not,pcholka.You’re always sweet as honey and submissive to a fault.”

Sveta smiles. “That’s what my family’s always telling me.”

Letting out a soft laugh that makes me wince, I lean back against my pillow, not wanting to admit how exhausted I am but also too tired to keep my head lifted.

“You need to rest.” Scooting a chair closer, she sits down with Samantha and then threads her fingers through mine. “Tony said it’s going to take weeks, maybe even months before you’re back to where you should be.”

I groan, remembering the long recovery after I’d been stabbed and not looking forward to having to do it all over again. At least I won’t be alone this time. I’ll have a sexy little nurse looking after me.

“What are you smiling about?”

I look over at her and give a soft laugh. “I was just thinking about you nursing me back to health.”

“Oh yeah? And how are you imagining that exactly?”

I smile even bigger. “It involves you in a tiny uniform bending overa lot. Also, you on your knees. I think that kind of care would have me feeling better in no time.”

“Really?” She gives me the wicked grin that always means she’s picturing me naked. “I might need to put that to the test.”

“Please do.”

She laughs at the almost begging tone of my voice. “Take a nap and get better, Vitya. I’m not so sure you’d even know what to do with me if I bent over right now.”

“That wounds my pride, sweetheart,” I say, but my eyes are already drifting closed.

She must lean closer, because the next time she speaks, I feel her breath against my lips. “You can prove your manhood to me when you’re feeling better.” She gives my bottom lip a teasing nip. “I love you.”

Even though I’m still too weak to open my eyes, I smile and kiss her back. “I love you too,” I tell her right before I drift off to sleep again.

I’m forced to stay at Dominic’s for another week before Tony and Dr. Bianchi give me the all clear to leave. They only do it after I’ve given them my word that I’ll take it easy. Basically, I’ve agreed to be transferred from one bed to another, but at least this one is my own.

Sveta has been with me the entire time, and Samantha is brought down for visits several times a day. It’s clear to see that she’s thriving with her new family, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Sveta told me how Samantha’s birth father had treated her, how he hadn’t given a shit about his child except for how much money he could get for her, and I wish I could bring him back to life just so I could give him the slow death he deserves. Sveta’s family had no choice but to shoot him when he’d fired his gun at her, so he’d ended up dying much quicker than any of us wanted. He’s dead, though, and that’s really all that matters. Max had taken out the man who’d come to buy her before he could get away, and they’re keeping a close eye on his wife, but so far they see no reason to go after her. She’s in no position to retaliate, and she has no reason to. There’s no way for her to know we were behind it, and even if she did,I’m guessing she’s smart enough to know that it would only end in her death.

The danger to Samantha is gone, and that’s all I care about.

“I hate being helpless,” I tell Sveta when she has to pull my shirt over my head because I can’t get it on myself. She smiles and kisses my chest, right above the line of stitches.

“You’re not helpless. You just know how pissed I’d be if you tear your stitches.” She keeps kissing me, working a line up my neck. Her soft, warm lips are enough to have me stiffening in my pants.

“You’re such a tease,” I tell her, because she knows damn good and well that I can’t do anything right now. I’m still on enough painkillers to ensure that I can’t get fully hard, and even if I could, it wouldn’t last long. She doesn’t know it, but I already told Tony to switch me to something milder. I’d rather deal with the pain and have my cock fully functioning. Tony had agreed, but not before I gave him my word that I would take it easy and stop if I felt any pain. At this point, I don’t really give a fuck how much it hurts. It’s been too goddamn long since I’ve been inside her, and I’m fixing that the first chance I get.

Before she pulls back, she gives my earlobe a soft bite. “I’m not a tease,” she corrects while a smile plays at her lips. “You can have me as soon as you feel well enough. Until then, consider it as me providing you with some motivation.” She kisses me again and says, “Sweet as honey, just like you said. What kind of nurse would I be if I didn’t offer some inspiration to help you on your healing journey?”

I laugh and wrap an arm around her, sliding it down so I can cup her ass, filling my palm with her round cheek.

“You definitely inspire me to get better,pcholka.”

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