Arranged Mafia Daddy

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Viktor

T he house is quiet now. The soft hum of the baby monitor is the only sound breaking the silence. I stand by the window, looking out over the expansive gardens illuminated by the moonlight. It’s peaceful, a stark contrast to the life I once led.

The darkness outside no longer feels menacing. It’s a blanket of calm that wraps around our home, protecting us from the chaos of the world beyond.

It’s been months since Sage gave birth to our twins, a boy and a girl. They’ve brought a light into my life I never knew was possible. Every day, I wake up to their laughter, their cries, their tiny hands reaching out for me.

It’s a new kind of battle, but one I embrace wholeheartedly. The sight of their innocent faces each morning washes away the remnants of my past, reminding me of the purity and hope that now define my existence.

I have a new family, far removed from the trauma of the previous one. I’m allowed to start again in a way that ensures there will never be any violence committed against my children. They will know a peace I never got to have.

Sage is asleep in our bed, exhausted from the demands of motherhood. I watch her for a moment, her breathing steady and calm, her beauty even more radiant in the soft glow of the night.

She’s been my rock, my strength, and seeing her with our children fills me with a profound sense of gratitude. Her resilience amazes me daily, as she balances her love for me with the endless patience and tenderness she shows our children.

It’s the same tenderness she brought into our relationship, the kind that turned the Bratva beast I used to be into a human being again. Make no mistake, I can still be a beast in the bedroom, but I’m glad to be more like a person again in everyday life.

I turn my attention back to the monitor, watching the tiny figures on the screen. Our son, Dima, is the spitting image of me. He’s strong and determined, even in his infancy. His little fists clench in his sleep, as if ready to take on the world.

And he will since he’s the heir to my empire.

Our daughter, Daria, has Sage’s eyes, full of warmth and curiosity. They are my world now, the reason I strive to be a better man every day. Daria’s gentle smiles and Dima’s fierce determination reminds me of the balance I seek in my own life. I need strength tempered with compassion.

My past isn’t something I can erase, but it no longer defines me. I’ve made mistakes, committed acts that still haunt me, but Sage’s love has given me a chance at redemption. I can recreate myself now.

I view our children as my second chance, my opportunity to build a legacy that isn’t defined by power and money. I think back to the days when I was consumed by the demands of my position, the ruthlessness required to survive in that world. Those days seem distant now, overshadowed by the promise of a future filled with love and happiness.

I haven’t lost sight of what I’m doing, but I have reframed how I behave at home. I’m still the tough Bratva boss when I visit the casino, but that feels more like a character than my true self. The real Viktor is the one at home, the man who’s heart is filled with joy every time he sees his wife and kids.

That’s the real me, and I’m proud to be him.

I step away from the baby monitor and walk down the hall, stopping at the door to the nursery. Pushing it open gently, I enter the room, my heart swelling with love at the sight of our sleeping babies.

The room was decorated by Sage, who chose soft colors and a playful animal theme for the walls. I enjoy being here more than I’d admit to anyone. I don’t know why, but the feeling of innocence draws me in and keeps me here when I have trouble sleeping.

One time, I even fell asleep on the floor, but after Sage panicked the next morning when she couldn’t find me, I’ve been careful about doing that again.

I reach down and adjust Dima’s blanket, then place a kiss on his and Daria’s forehead. They stir slightly but remain in their peaceful sleep. I’m always tempted to grab them and hold them in my arms, but that would wake them up and they’d cry for Sage to come and feed them.

For now, she needs to sleep. Unlike me, she’s actually able to fall asleep every night without a problem. I like to take credit for it, considering that she wouldn’t fall asleep if she didn’t feel safe and happy, but I know she’s always been a good sleeper.

I’m glad the babies are as well. As I stand there, watching over them, I think about the future. There will be challenges, no doubt. But for the first time in my life, I feel ready to face them, not as a lone warrior but as a father, a husband

I envision the milestones to come. Their first steps, first words, and the joy of seeing them grow and discover the world. Sage and I have built something beautiful out of the chaos. Our love is my greatest victory.

I lean against the crib, whispering a promise to our children. “I will always be here for you. I will keep you safe, no matter what.”

As I leave the nursery and return to our bedroom, I slide back into bed beside Sage, pulling her close. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open for a moment before she snuggles against me, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

With a deep sense of satisfaction, I close my eyes, holding Sage close. The future is ours, and I have everything I have ever wanted. With that realization, I’m finally able to fall asleep.