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The Storage Unit

Author: Koala
last update publish date: 2026-11-03 14:22:35

Xander's pov

Sitting in a wheelchair while the woman you love walks into danger is a special kind of torture.

I had endured many of them in seven years. The funerals I attended in silence, the dinners where my father's friends discussed my death as if I were furniture, the nights I lay awake listening to footsteps outside my door. But nothing compared to watching Kira button her coat, lift her chin, and follow Valentina into an armoured car while I sat in the back of a van with a blanket on my
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  • Bound To The Crippled Mafia King    The Bride Under Arrest

    Kira's povI have been dragged many places in my life. To the storage room where my family hid me, to the church where I married a walking stick, to the river where I nearly died. But I had never been dragged by two armed men down the steps of a mansion while a dead man bled on the stone behind me and the whole world watched."Let go of me," I said.But they did not."I said let go. I did not kill anyone. I am a woman in a singed coat holding a piece of paper, and you are being ridiculous.""Ma'am, the patriarch has ordered...""I heard what the patriarch ordered." I wrenched my arm hard, and the younger guard flinched. "Are you going to carry me the whole way, or may I walk?"They exchanged glances. The older one cleared his throat and loosened his grip. I straightened my shoulders and walked into the house between them, head high, spine stiff, the folded betrothal contract still crushed in my fist.I had read the signature once, in the courtyard, before my knees gave way.I would no

  • Bound To The Crippled Mafia King    Give Us the Girl

    Xander's povThe world went white, then red, then a ringing silence that swallowed everything.I remember the heat first. A blast of it, rolling across the courtyard like the breath of a furnace, followed by a hail of gravel and shattered glass. I remember Nikolai throwing his whole body across mine as the wheelchair tipped. I remember hitting the cobbles hard, and the taste of blood, and a woman's scream somewhere far off.Kira.I could not see her. I could not hear her. I could only smell smoke, and burning rubber, and the sharp tang of something chemical that scoured the back of my throat."Sir!" Nikolai was shouting, though his voice sounded like it came through water. "Sir, are you hurt?""Where is she?""Safe! Valentina has her! Stay down!"I rolled onto my back and looked up. The great iron gates were gone. In their place yawned a smoking crater where the road had been, ten feet wide, filled with flame and twisted metal. The lead car lay on its side, burning. Men ran everywhere

  • Bound To The Crippled Mafia King    The Honeymoon Is Over

    Kira's pov I did not sleep, instead I just laid in the great bed with a bandage on my palm and a photograph burning hard in my memory.I had stared at that picture for perhaps ten seconds before the lights went out and It had been enough. The shape of those shoulders, the tilt of that head, the way the woman stood with one hand lifted as though about to shield someone from the fire. Something inside me had recognised it, the way you recognise a tune you heard through a wall as a child.I could not say her name. Trust me, I didn't dare.When the first grey light slid through the curtains, I rose, pulled on a dressing gown, and went to find my husband.* * *He was in the study, sitting in his wheelchair beside the cold fireplace, staring at a tablet. He looked up when I entered, and the tenderness on his face almost undid me.I shut the door behind me. "Nikolai?""Gone to find Valentina. We are all alone.""Good." I crossed the room and stopped three feet from his chair. "I want the t

  • Bound To The Crippled Mafia King    The Storage Unit

    Xander's povSitting in a wheelchair while the woman you love walks into danger is a special kind of torture.I had endured many of them in seven years. The funerals I attended in silence, the dinners where my father's friends discussed my death as if I were furniture, the nights I lay awake listening to footsteps outside my door. But nothing compared to watching Kira button her coat, lift her chin, and follow Valentina into an armoured car while I sat in the back of a van with a blanket on my knees and a lie on my face."She will be fine," Nikolai said quietly, from the driver's seat."You do not know that.""No. But I know her. She is stubborn enough to frighten bullets."I almost smiled but it did not reach my mouth.The storage facility lay on the dull edge of the city, behind a petrol station and a row of shuttered warehouses. Rain had begun again, a thin and steady drizzle that turned the tarmac into black glass. Valentina's team had already surrounded the perimeter, a dozen sil

  • Bound To The Crippled Mafia King    The Man Who Stood Up

    Xander's povThey put me back in the chair before anyone could finish the thought.It happened with the brutal efficiency of a family that has practised hiding its secrets. Two guards lifted me from the mud and set me in the wheelchair, a third tucked a blanket over my dripping legs, and Nikolai appeared at my side as though he had materialised from the river itself. Within ninety seconds the crowd had been herded back from the bank, and a dozen guards had formed a ring of black coats between the guests and my father's son.But ninety seconds is a long time to watch a man stand.I felt every one of those eyes crawling over me like insects. Dorokhov, pale with fury. Karagin, thoughtful. A politician's wife whispering behind her glove. Somewhere far behind me, my wife was coughing into a towel, and I could not turn my head to look at her.I let my head fall sideways. I let my mouth

  • Bound To The Crippled Mafia King    The River Doesn't Forgive

    Kira's povThe morning of the lakeside ceremony arrived under a white and heavy sky.I woke before dawn with Xander's arm across my waist, though he lay on the far edge of the bed as if the gap between us were a country. Last night he had not said a word about the green light blinking in the dark. I had seen him pocket something small and black and slide it into the lining of his blanket. I had pretended to sleep. It was a skill I had learned young, and I hated how well it served me."Zolotse," he whispered now, not quite touching my hair. "You are awake.""Yes.""Are you still angry?"I considered it. "Yes. But I am more afraid than angry, and I do not know what to do with that."His hand tightened on my hip. "Then be afraid beside me.""That is the problem, Xander." I rolled to face him, and the grey light turned hi

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