Free Gabriel's Regret: Book 1 (The Medlov Men Series 2) by Latrivia Nelson, Latrivia Welch

her situation.   It was no secret that Anatoly had been with Briggy first, but since the fall out between Gabriel and Briggy, it had suddenly become a sore subject. 
    “I just wish that they’d get her ass out of here.  Every time I turn around, she’s grinning in Anatoly’s face now.” She shook her head in utter frustration. “I’m going to lose my shit.”
    Anatoly walked over to Renee and reached out for Alexandria.  “She’s asleep,” he said, taking her into his arms.  He kissed the top of her head gently and cradled her. 
    “I didn’t realize,” Renee said, picking up her glass of wine. 
    Anatoly picked up on her tone.  “What’s wrong with you?” he asked. 
    Renee wasn’t one for arguments or making things complicated, but she had grown tired of the situation with Gabriel and Briggy.  “Do you really want to know?” she asked, looking up at her husband with fire in her eyes. 
    Anatoly wasn’t sure how to respond.  Every time Renee asked that particular question, the answer that followed was usually something he regretted knowing.  “Tell you what.  Let me go and put her down to sleep and when I come back, I’ll let you know if I want to know or not, da.”
    Renee cut her big brown eyes at him. “You’re such a smart ass, Ana.”  He had a way of making light of any situation.  Even then, she could feel a smile tugging the sides of her mouth. 
    Pleased with himself, Anatoly bent down and kissed his wife on the lips. His voice growled.  “Be a good wife now.  Don’t make trouble.”  He said it knowing it would only make her bristle more, still he liked to make her mad. It made for great sex later.  
    The taste of him lingered on Renee’s lips and created a major distraction.  As she watched him make his way for the door, she stood up too.  “I better go and help him put the baby to bed,” she said, licking her lips. 
    Royal laughed as she flipped through her magazine. “Okay, girl.  Do what you do.”  Everyone knew exactly what that was. 
    Dmitry smirked.  Women.   They were such fickle creatures.  One minute they were angry; the next minute they were horny. 
    After everyone had gone, Dmitry stopped playing with his twins and got up off the ground.  Standing to his full seven feet, he wiped off his jeans and stretched his wide body. “Finally alone,” he said, relieved that all four of them had gone away for a while.  He looked down at his twins crawling by his bare feet. “Mostly alone.”  Taking a seat beside Royal, he picked up his chilled glass of vodka and looked out at Anya still swimming with Dylan in the pool. “She’s going to be exhausted tonight.  No story time.  No bouncing around.  Just straight to bed.” 
    Royal had tunnel vision at the moment.  Pursing her red glossed lips, she turned to him in a quiet panic.  “Baby, why don’t you do something about this?”
    Before she could get an answer, the new family nanny stepped out on the patio.  “It’s time for lunch and bath.” The older Russian woman eased over to the children and picked them both up in her arms. 
    “Do you need some help, Ms. Gala?” Royal asked.  It was hard for even her to lug both of those huge boys around.  She didn’t understand how the 60-year old woman did it with such ease.
    But Gala was old school, straight from the old country. 
    “ Nyet.   They are fine…very light.” She bounced them both, alternating kisses on both their chubby cheeks.  “I’ll leave you two to talk and take babies upstairs to the nursery. And Gala is fine. No need for formalities.”  
    Biceps bulging in his thin gray T-shirt, Dmitry leaned over on the arm rest and touched his wife’s caramel face when they were alone again. “Do something about what?”
    Her eyes grew big. “All of it,” she said, blinking fast. Had he not paid attention to anything that just transpired right in front of them?  Uncrossing her long legs, threw down her magazine.