Bound to the mafia king

Natalia Morozova The clink of expensive crystal glasses and the hum of low conversations filled the air, but I heard none of it, i don't care about any of that, my focus was only on the man sitting at table seven.Mikhail Volkov the Bratva pakhan I have been tracking for two months, and finally today I have the chance to get close to him... Not that close but close enough to gather some information. Mikhail is tall broad, and even from afar his presence alone is radiating danger.I adjusted the black apron tied around my waist, taking in a deep breath and forcing my grip to relax on the silver tray even though my hands were trembling... Not with fear but with anger. My cover tonight was simple, i was wearing a shoulder length blonde wig, with some faint freckles painted across my nose, and a cheap vanilla perfume.That way no one would guess that under the polyester waitress uniform and plastered on smile was Detective Natalia Morozova, from the federal undercover.But here, I wasn’t

Natalia MorozovaBefore I could reach where Mikhail and his guards were, the guards were shot they dropped to the ground almost instantly one clutching his chest, the other collapsing to the wet pavement with a muffled gasp, the man who shot the guards was using a silent gun, of course they are going to be using that, so they won't grab peoples attention.Mikhail didn’t even flinch he was looking at his guards that were on the floor his head slightly tilted, he whispered something before he looked up at the armed men.I stopped walking when I saw one of the car doors open from between the armed men, a familiar figure emerged.It was the Italian.He stopped right in front of Mikhail and he straightened his suit jacket like this was nothing more than a casual meeting, his mouth curling into a cold smirk.“You made a mistake Pakhan” he said his accent thicker now and sharper “Coming here alone was a big mistake”Mikhails grey eyes flickered with something I couldn't understand, he tilte

Natalia Morozova "No no what the fuck is this?" I asked again not wanting to believe my thoughts, Mikhail sat down on the bed looking at me."We are married now Alina sokolov" he said as if he just made the most casual announcement ever, no this can't happen I didn't sign this document how can I be married to him."I didn't sign this.. I don't even know how I ended up here... I was unconscious till now" my voice kept cracking as I spoke, my heart was beating loud in my ears.If he knew who I was why did he marry me? And why is he still addressing me as Alina Sokolov... Maybe he still doesn't know my real identity.Mikhail was quiet, so I tried to stand up and leave, but immediately I stood up I growled in pain before I collapsed back on the bed again wincing in pain."As I said I have decided to return the favor Alina, I married you to keep you safe after what happened you are certainly going to be my enemies target" Mikhail explained standing up.I couldn't even speak I was just loo

Natalia Morozova "Are you out of your godamn sense" I shouted at Mikhail, he slowly turned and looked at him although his expression was blank, and his eyes unreadable I could see the anger and warning in them, and that was when I remembered I needed to calm down.I can't expose my cover, I need to act like a loving wife, although firstly I have to act like I am still adjusting to everything, I took in a deep breath looking away from Mikhail as I exhaled.This is for my brother.... I have to endure everything for him, I am more than willing to risk my life for him, and even more willing to give it up for him so sharing a room with this monster is nothing right?But the thing is, he is the murderer who fucking killed my Ivan, so I might stab him in the night without even realizing I did, and then the so called mission will be jeopardize.I looked at Mikhail whose eyes were still on me "I can't share a room with someone who is practically a stranger" I whispered not looking away from hi

Mikhail Volkov "I don't think the Italians are making a move any time soon Pakhan" Pavel stated handing me a paper, I took the paper and looked at it, it was an order claimed to have been written by me, it even has my signature.My brows knit together as I continued reading the order, my lips curled up to an amused smirk as I looked at the signature that looked exactly like mine, I didn't write this neither did I sign it but I myself would have believed it was written by me."Where did you get this" I questioned my voice low, Pavel looked down "Maksim gave it to me, he said he found it in an envelope on his door step, but something felt off about it so he wanted to confirm before planning the hit" He explained.I hummed in response as I continued looking at the other "Have you found out anything about who wrote it" I questioned my grip on the paper tightening out of anger, Pavel shook his head "No Pakhan, but I think the Orlov Circle has something to do with it, Maksim is still inves