CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)

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Yeah, I'm spoiled rotten.

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a daddy's girl. I have the best father in the world. Alexei Koslov might be one of the most dangerous men this planet has ever seen, but to me, he's safety, love, and home.

He's also the reason I'm still single at twenty-six. There isn't a man alive that's brave enough to date me. A one-night stand, sure. But the moment things become serious and they have to meet Dad or Viktor, they run away with their tails tucked between their legs. Cowards.

Mom moves closer. "Give me a hug before we get the party started."

I wrap my arms around her, and for a solid minute, we just hold each other before she whispers, "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Mami." With Dad being Russian and Mom Colombian, I've learned some Russian and Spanish growing up. Mostly terms of endearment and curse words.

As Mom pulls away, I hear movement behind me. Before I can glance over my shoulder, strong arms wrap around me, and I'm lifted from my feet. "Viktor!" I shriek, laughter bubbling over my lips.

"Happy Birthday, little sister," Viktor says before planting a kiss on my cheek. "You're getting old."

Pulling away from him, I give him a playful scowl. "Not as old as you."

"True," he sighs as if he's not two but twenty years older than me.