The Very Rude Boys Next Door by Chloe Kent
Epilogue
Power came in all sorts of sizes and ways, Anastasia realized as she walked into the boardroom of the Koltov company. Her power didn’t come from the piece of paper in her hand even though it was enough to send her cruel uncle packing.
No. Her power, her life, her loves, her heart and soul came from the three exceptionally handsome men behind her. The three men she had married in a private ceremony in the clubhouse of Lakeside Banter, with its community their only guests and, of course, her beloved Aunt Viktoria, who was put in charge of humanitarian efforts in the Koltov company. What they took from the rich, some of it should go to the poor, and Viktoria was the perfect person for the job,
Her husbands. Like lions, they flanked her, protected her, gave her the space and opportunity, without any fear to mar the moment, when she finally told her uncle she was in charge. Of everything. And she had the power to make him grovel if she chose.
But at the end of it all, the only thing she wanted was to honor the matriarch, Maria Koltov, who she felt had given Anastasia the task of reclaiming the Koltov name. Of banning certain activities that her uncle had started once he met Boris Yveltin.
The Russian Bratva did bad things—she wasn’t that naïve to believe otherwise—but never to women and children. It was an undertaking she had asked her husbands to help her oversee. And her every wish was their command.
She had given Fedor the choice to step down or leave. He had chosen to step down and promised her earnestly he would repent for his ways. The way he looked at her husbands said he would never try anything again.
Her life could not be more perfect, and with a baby on the way, she had everything she needed. They had left Lakeside Banter to live in New York. But she was already waiting for the hot summer months when they would spend their time there. That community had become her community too.
Once she had conducted her business with Fedor, her husbands ordered her to rest before their rather huge dinner with their friends and people Anastasia had never been allowed to meet the heads of the Bolshov, Baskin, Semonov, and Damov Bratva and their wives, McKenzie, Amber, Tess, and Tatiana.
She looked forward to having a circle of friends. All the women were in varying stages of pregnancy or had given birth already. Anastasia hoped to get lots of advice and tips from them, seeing as how they each had three of their own husbands.
She got a fairy-tale ending with her three American knights.
THE END