Dark Obsession: An Age Gap, Bratva Romance (Chicago Bratva Series)

Eight months later…

“Grigori, you drive like a grandpa,” Elena teases as she glances over at me. I laugh, shaking my head as I keep my focus on the road.

“Get used to it. With precious cargo on board, I’ll be driving as slow as I damn well please.”

I catch her rolling her eyes but there’s a soft smile tugging at her lips. She knows exactly why I’m taking every turn at a snail’s pace.

I glance in the rearview mirror and look upon our son, Sergei, his tiny face serene, bundled up in warm and cozy blankets.

We named him after my older brother, the one who looked after me when I was a boy. Having our baby here with us, perfect and healthy… it’s like a piece of my brother has been given back to me.

He’s beautiful. Dark lashes, a tiny nose… his presence fills the car with an impossible sense of peace. I’m grateful for every breath he takes, for every sound he makes, and the love I feel for him—it’s a force I could’ve never imagined.

Protective. Fierce. Unshakable.

The streets of Chicago pass by, a fresh layer of snow draping everything in crisp white, the sun glinting off the snowbanks. We head through the city toward the mansion, where we’ve been staying with the family while we search for a place of our own.

As much as we’re eager to settle into a home that’s ours, there’s a part of me that knows I’ll miss the third-floor hideaway. It’s where we spent the first weeks of our marriage, where we planned for Sergei, where so much of our life together truly started.

I ease the car to a stop and step out carefully, coming around to open the door for Elena. I lift Sergei from his car seat, cradling him against my chest. As I look down at him, a powerful surge of pride and tenderness overtakes me.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect him, to make sure his world is safe, and I can’t quite believe he’s ours.

We make our way up to the front door, and the moment we step inside, it’s clear we’ve got company. Friends, family, everyone close to us has gathered. We are greeted with warm smiles and adoring gazes as they welcome us home. The soft murmur of voices, the laughter, the smell of something sweet baking in the kitchen—it all blends together into a feeling I never expected to find in my life.

Elena takes my arm, her eyes filled with love as she looks at Sergei, then back at me, and in that moment, with my family around us, my son in my arms, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

The family swarms around us, every eye turning to little Sergei. He blinks up at them, taking in the world with an innocent curiosity. Maura and Dalia are cooing over him, each one saying he’s “a beautiful little prince” while the older kids crowd in, asking for a closer look.

Sergei remains calm and doesn’t make a fuss; he just gazes back at them curiously, like he already knows he’s at the center of something big. The sight tugs at something deep within me. I’ve found a peace I never expected to find in this life, standing here with the woman I love and a child I’d give anything for.

Elena smiles up at me, eyes sparkling as she exchanges a look with Maura and Dalia. She gently takes Sergei to put him down for a nap. She gives me a soft squeeze on the shoulder before she leaves.

The women and kids trail after her, and before long, the gathering disperses into different rooms, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the mansion.

Soon enough, it’s just me and the Ivanov brothers in the lower-level study, an expensive bottle of vodka waiting for us on the table. It’s been saved for an occasion like this. Lev uncorks it with a grin, and we pass the bottle around, each of us filling a glass.

The scent is sharp, familiar, and somehow comforting.

I raise my glass, looking each of them in the eye, these men who’ve been more of a family to me than I’d ever thought possible.

“You all know my story. I was always the outsider, the orphan who fought his way through life. I never expected more than that. But you guys,” I pause, letting the words settle, feeling the weight of them, “you’ve never treated me as anything less than your own.”

A beat of silence passes, their gazes meeting mine with the kind of loyalty that’s hard to put into words. They’ve always accepted me, always stood by me, but saying it out loud feels like sealing something sacred.

“Grigori,” Alexei says, sincerity in his tone, “the family wouldn’t be the same without you. And you know Elena wouldn’t be as happy as she is now if it weren’t for you. You’re family in every way that matters.”

The others nod, and Lev raises his glass, a proud, almost defiant glint in his eye. “Blood brother and brother in arms. You’re one of us, Grigori. Always.”

The words hit me harder than I expect. I’ve seen the worst sides of people, learned early what it was like to survive alone, to expect nothing from anyone. But these men have always treated me as a true brother, as one of their own, something that still takes me by surprise.

And to know that my son will grow up in this world, surrounded by family, is something I never thought I’d be lucky enough to give him.

“To family,” I say as I raise my glass to them.

For the first time, I truly feel like I belong.

The party fades into a cozy dinner as evening sets in, laughter and warmth lingering in every corner of the mansion. After the last of the guests trickle out, and the kids are whisked off to the TV room for a movie, Elena and I slip away, heading up the stairs to our third-floor sanctuary.

Inside, it’s quiet and dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the lamp near Sergei’s crib in the bedroom. We stand together, watching him sleep, his tiny chest rising and falling with each soft breath, his little fingers curled into loose fists.

I’ve faced down countless enemies, fought wars in back alleys and boardrooms, and yet nothing in my life compares to this—to seeing him safe, to knowing he’s ours.

Elena leans her head on my shoulder. “Can you believe this?” She looks up at me with wonder. “How we ended up here? With him?”

I place my hand on her back, pulling her closer as I stare down at Sergei, still in awe. “No,” I say, a small smile tugging at my lips. “I never thought life had this in store for me. For us.”

She turns, wrapping her arms around me, her gaze steady and full of that spark that’s kept me grounded through every storm. “We deserve this, Grigori,” she whispers, conviction in her voice. “You and me, him, all of it.”

I kiss her slowly and deeply, letting every unspoken promise pass between us. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispers back, her hands tightening around me.

We step out onto the balcony and look out over the city blanketed in winter, the lights glinting off the fresh snow. It’s a view I’ve seen a hundred times, but tonight it feels different—promise and endless possibilities stretching out before us. With Sergei inside, safe and warm, and Elena next to me, it feels like we’ve finally achieved the life we fought so hard for.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close as we stand together, the chill of winter tempered by her warmth. This is the life we’ve built, and it’s only the beginning.