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"As exciting as it is discussing my daughter's sex life," Tasha said, placing her empty paper cup on counter beneath her, "I need head off and get dinner started for my husband."

I grimaced, and swept her rubbish off of the bench.

"Thanks for stopping by," I said. "And thanks for the coffee." I held up my own paper cup in a salute, as I deposited hers into the trash can.

Tasha nodded, her dark hair covering her scar momentarily. She smiled as she pushed it out of the way, her jewelled wedding band glinting in the dimming light. It sat in the place of my grandmother's ring- the one thing that had bound Tasha and I three years ago, though a sign of kinship as opposed to love.

"Anytime," she said. "I mean it when I say that just because I live with Rose, doesn't mean I'll take her side, or agree with her opinions. God knows she's pigheaded enough to stand for herself."

I grunted in agreement. It was difficult to argue with that logic.

"Though I guess it's why we love her," Tasha elaborated, "isn't it?"

Again, I only grunted. While I did love Rose, I didn't exactly like her- she was acting like a five year old, ignoring my existence, which was hardly likeable behaviour considering she was the one that had sucker punched me with the sex proposition.

"Isn't it?" Tasha demanded, seemingly unsatisfied with my answer.

I rolled my eyes.

"Of course," I said. "We love her because she's a stubborn brat. No other reason- just purely due to her close mindedness-"

"'Of course' is all I wanted to hear, Dimka," Tasha interrupted, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. "You're going to be sleeping with my kid; denying your love for her isn't working in your favour, buddy."

"I'm not sleeping with her," I argued, as she waltzed out of the room, a grin on her face.

"You just said so yourself," Tasha threw over her shoulder. "Rose is a stubborn, close-minded brat. Of course you'll be sleeping with her."

Footsteps sounded down the hall and then, there was Rose. Smiling sheepishly, and dragging Adrian fucking Drunkard down the hall by his pinkie.

"Rosemarie," Abe said from his perch at the head of the table. "We have a guest."

Rose paused at the end of the hall and rolled her eyes, oblivious to her step-mothers- and my own prying eyes.

"Who?" She placed finger over Ivashkov's smirking mouth. He looked so smug- as smug as the day he'd swaggered out of Viktoria's bed, gifting her with glandular fever and three hour long pregnancy scare. And I wanted to kill him, literally. I wanted to throw him through the nearest window and then dance on his grave.

"Come and see," Tasha replied, an amused grin on her face as she glanced over at me. "I'll set another placemat for your. . . Friend."

"Boyfriend," Rose corrected as she strolled into the room, fingers intertwined with Adrian's.

Nice to see she put a label on it, then.

Tasha excused herself from the table, and passing Rose, she whispered something in her ear.

I watched as Rose went red in the cheeks, and then Tasha was gone and my Roza's gaze locked on mine.

"Dimitri," she said curtly, her eyes darting over to her father's before drifting back to mine.

It wasn't the warmest greeting, and it wasn't the frostiest. It still pissed me off, however, that I only got a semi-decent acknowledgement when I wasn't the one in the wrong.

"Roza," I said, glaring superiorly at Adrian. I had the upper-hand; Abe liked me and his wife loved me. Their daughter's feelings were currently questionable, but as long as I had the votes of the parents, I would come out the victor.

I spun my knife under my palm in a show of dominance and Adrian's jaw locked, his hand tightening around Rose's.

Abe's guffaws went unnoticed, buried beneath the testosterone in the air.

"You didn't tell me you were coming tonight," Rose said, dragging my gaze back to hers.

"You didn't answer my calls," I responded.

Rose motioned to Adrian and raised their conjoined limbs. "I've been busy," she said.

"Well," Tasha said, as she swanned into the room, shooting me a devious look. Let's get the ball rolling, was exactly what it said. All heads snapped toward her. "So has Dimitri, I believe. Who was that pretty little thing I caught you with today?"

The postlady?

"Tammy, was it? Talia- Tatiana?"

"Tatiana," I said, catching on and smirking at the wide-eyed, tight-lipped expression on Roza's face. "Quite a catch, huh?"

"'a' catch," Abe said, suddenly intent on joining in. "The catch, my boy. Tasha was gushing about her the whole afternoon. Bring her to dinner one night next week, won't you? If, of course, you even make it out of the house."

Rose looked at her father in horror.

"Highly unlikely-"

"Dimitri," Rose yelped, over Tasha's teasing. The room went silent, and Rose tipped her chin toward Adrian. "Excuse me, boyfriend," she said, keeping her glare trained on me. "But I need to talk to my friend. Alone. Now."