Free Unexpected Christmas by Samantha Harrington Page B

stuck in this freezing cold city. I just want to be at home with my girl.
    This started about 8 months ago, I received a letter from a Russian lady claiming that my father Viktor Volkov had another son, at first I put it down to someone just trying it on and tried to ignore it but then she wrote me another letter confirming dates and details about my father that only his family would have known. So I flew out to Russia and was gone for a month just before my own wedding. I came home reeling about everything and told them I wanted a DNA test done to confirm and if it was true I would help them as best as I could. Family is important to me, but yet again my father’s betrayal caused this and I’m the on left to pick up the pieces. My mother was devastated to learn it was a possibility and I guess now it is confirmed it will put her right back to where she was when we lost my sister. Hurt, lost and broken. I don’t want to deal with this. Right now all I want is to go home, be with my wife and look forward to the birth of our baby.
    She thinks I don’t know how hurt she is, but I do. My mother calls me everyday to tell me how she’s really doing and as much as I love Faith she will never admit that she needs me home, that she wants me home.
    “How long do we have to stay? Don’t we have everything we need now Anton? The lawyers should be happy, we can work on getting him a fucking visa when we get back on home soil.” I say to him. Anton is older and wiser than me, he knows the best ways to proceed in most things and even though I am the head of this family, I have a lot of respect for this man he has always been with the family.
    “Damien we need to be here at least another day, we have a meeting tomorrow with a customer who wants our guns, you know that business comes first, your mother is with Faith and we have upped security around the house. She is safe.” His tone is respectful but it still grates on me that he is reminding me that business come first.
    “You’re right.” I say, I can’t tell him that I disagree and that I am flying home right now, to be with my wife for Christmas, he would say I have been well and truly pussy whipped, and he’s right but I don’t want to let my men know that.
    So I go about my day like any other, not showing that I’m concerned with being away from home or having a brother thrust into my life. One that until a few months ago I didn’t even know existed.
    Aleksander, is a little older than me, he seems quiet and just wants to better himself and leave Russia behind sooner rather than later. I think he is running from something or someone, but neither he nor his mother have said anything. His mother said that his fighting and drinking is beginning to cause her trouble and that he needs a stable family who can bring him under control. He reminds me of myself when I had no purpose in life when I was younger, thinking I could go around doing what ever the hell I wanted and be able to get away with it. I quickly learnt that life doesn’t work like that.
    We sit down for a drink in their tiny apartment, they had to downsize when my father’s money stopped coming to them. I would say at least he was honorable in paying for his other child, but that was all he did for him. I can’t decide if that was a blessing or a curse for Aleksander. At least he never met him, never had to go through what we went through. When he did what he did to Bella, just so that he could make money I hated him. I made sure I was the one to end him.
    The afternoon passes quite quickly as we talk about bringing him to England. What he will be expected to do for work with me. He can earn his keep.
    We drive back to the hotel, I settle down eat some dinner and grab a shower so I can call Faith before she falls asleep. I need to hear her voice before I go to bed, I hate her not being in my arms every night when I fall asleep or her being the first thing I see when I open my arms. She is the light of my life