A/N:
Little teaser for the next chapter to tie you guys over
Unknown POV:
"Who was the one who killed my brother?" Robert Doru asked. "I want the name. Now."
Everything about this motel was throwing him further into his terrible mood. He hated the dirty carpet, the stained sheets, the rusty tiles in the shower, the brownish water.
"Natasha!" Robert yelled to get her attention.
"What is it?" The woman snapped, tugging the brush through her raven locks and setting it on the cracked counter of the bathroom.
"Was it Rosemarie or Vasilisa?" he demanded.
Malice gleamed in her ice-blue eyes. "The police killed Victor. But it was Rose's fault. She brought them there."
"Good. I love Vasilisa…she's a dear. I would have hated to kill her…but if I had to. Anyways, I need to get to her." Robert said. "The only honor I can bring my brother now is by avenging his death. I won't…I can't stop until she is dead."
A slow grin spread across her lips as her heart-shaped face filled with anticipation. "I'll bring you to Rose immediately."
RPOV:
"I'm carrying a foreigner in my belly."
Dimitri outright laughed. "Ivan will be born here. He is American."
"Says the Russian." I narrowed my eyes. "Do you think he'll need a green card? Like a small one?"
Dimitri walked out of the room, shaking his head, muttering things in his native tongue. "Crazy woman."
"Hey! I heard that!"
My fiancé turned around, smiling beautifully. "I love you, Roza."
"Don't try to sweet talk me."
"You're so beautiful."
"It's not working."
"Do you want me to make you a big breakfast?"
"Mmmm! Yeah! Okay, I forgive you." I trotted into the kitchen along with him.