Misha barely got comfortable before turning to his wife.
“Luna, why don’t you take Anna for a walk?”
“She’s not leaving my side.”
My voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
Misha exhaled, shaking his head. “Gleb, you think I’d invite you to my house just to harm your wife?”
“I think you breached our contract,” I countered.
His brows knit together in genuine confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”
I leaned forward. “You attacked my shipments at the docks. Why?”
Misha’s expression darkened. “I would never do that.”
“Don’t play with me, Misha.” My voice was cold, measured. “If I didn’t respect our history, I’d already be retaliating.”
Misha cursed under his breath and reached for his phone. “Give me a second.”
“You’re wasting your time,” Luna cut in.
Misha froze, his grip tightening around the phone.
Luna leaned back in her seat, her smirk full of amusement. “Your father ordered the attack.”
Misha went pale. “My father has dementia. Why the hell would my soldiers listen to him?”
Luna’s smirk widened. “Because I told them you approved it.”
The silence was suffocating.
Misha’s jaw clenched, his knuckles going white around his phone. “What did you just say?”
Luna tilted her head. “I said... I’m just getting started ruining your life, husband.”
Ah.
So they were married.
Misha’s entire body went rigid. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, visibly restraining himself. “Don’t tempt me, Luna.” His voice went low. “Or you might need clutches to walk for the next week.”
Luna’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh?” She crossed her legs slowly. “You want to start now? Right here, in front of our guests?”
Anna and I exchanged a glance, both equal parts amused and uncomfortable.
Misha turned to me with a look of exasperation. “I swear to you, this wasn’t intentional. My little wife has lost her damn mind.”
Luna scoffed. “Lost my mind? You know exactly why, so don’t paint me as the villain here.”
Misha pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just take Anna for a walk. I need to fix this mess you created.”
Luna didn’t move.
Misha’s tone dropped. “Luna.”
The way he said her name had an immediate effect. Her bravado wavered for just a second before she stood up.
