Exclusively Mine: The Mafia’s Bride

Lazar’s POV 9 PM at Crystal hotel“Please...I have half of the money. Within this week I will complete the rest...just don't kill me," he begged, trembling like a fowl wearing nothing but boxers.My patience slowly slipped away as I stared at the idiot before me. “You had three months to repay the loan you took, Williams. Three fucking months and an extra week of grace. I gave you enough time to pay up but you chose to mess around with women. A useless man doesn't deserve to live," I grumbled, corking my gun in the air.He screamed pathetically from the sound, bracing himself for the impact. “Wait... please don't shoot. I have someone who can repay the debt immediately," he blurted out in fear. A giggling sound echoed through the room, breaking the intense atmosphere. He quickly grabbed his phone and answered the call, making sure to put it on a loud speaker.“Honey, where are you? It's getting late already," A woman's voice spoke through the phone. Her voice, soft and gently laced

Lazar’s POVShe smelled so nice up close, like cherry blossoms. If only she knew how unbearable it was for me to stay this close to her and not do something inappropriate.Speaking of inappropriate, did she just ask me about our wedding night?“I don't know, what do you want to do?" I asked, clearly my throat to sound more convincing.A smile spread across her face as she rose up from where she sat. She paced across the room, grabbed a board and scurried over to me.“Can you play?" She asked, her eyes brimming with anticipation.I looked at the board in her hand and it was a monopoly board. Playing games was not my thing but for her, I would do it.“Yes." I answered and she quickly dismantled the items used for the game. “I will play first. Try not to cry when you lose," she joked, throwing her first dice.We both played for a long time, and for the first time in years I had a good laugh. She was funny and adorable. Her expressions warmed my heart.Marrying her at that altar was defi

Miriam’s POVSurprisingly he looked cute, flashing me that bright smile.His bright smile seems to take my breath away. I have to admit my husband was a good looking man.He might not be the man I thought I was going to marry, he will fill in for now.“Uhmmm…. So what were you doing at the men's clothing store?” Lazar asked.I had almost forgotten why I drove all the way to the mall. “I came to get some clothes for you. I noticed you did not bring anything with you when you moved to my place. Or do you stay close by? We can go over to your place and pick up your things.” I have no idea why I did not think of that solution in the first place.Lazar's face got pale again and he kept looking at his secretary weirdly.“Are you okay?” I asked, confused.Or wait, does he not have a place he is staying.“Well… I think…going to my place will not be convenient right now.” Lazar replied. Looking uncomfortable, refusing to meet my gaze.“Uhh… why.” I asked.“Well…. Miss the thing is that…. Laza

Lazar's POV.He was back, with his terror. I was ready for him to attack, it was his usual method.But now things are different. Now I felt scared because there was someone I did not want caught up in this mess.Behind me, Miriam was still lying on the couch, half-covered in a blanket, waiting.Her milky skin was barely covered with the small blanket.She had no idea her world was about to change.“Who is it?” Miriam asked, her soothing calm voice piercing through my clouded thoughts.“It's the wrong house baby.” I yelled back.“What should we do, boss?” Ilya asked with a stern look on his face.“Gather the men, make sure the other weaponries are safe and delivery goes as planned. I will be out in five.” I ordered.With a nod, Ilya walked away. This was it, as much as I did not want to admit it I would have to leave my warm pretty wife.This was my life, a part I have to keep away from her so she does not have to be in danger.I had a lot of enemies and if they knew about her identit

Lazar's POV.“Sir, he seems to be waiting for you.”We followed the information we were given about my uncle’s whereabouts only to find him seated in an empty fine dining three-star restaurant. Dimly lit chandeliers hung over polished tables. Of course, he’d pick somewhere fancy and deserted. He always had a taste for drama.He knew I was coming. Smart.“Stay alert. I’m going to meet him,” I ordered.“Sir, it’s dangerous. We have no idea what his motives are,” Ilya disagreed, his brows furrowed deep in protest.“He can’t kill me… not now at least. He still needs to win the approval of the other family branch, and we both know that’s an impossible task. As much as they hate me, they hate him more,” I replied calmly, stepping out of the car.Ilya stood firmly behind me as I adjusted my suit, my gun pressing against my side like a promise. My men were scattered around different areas of the restaurant, hidden but alert.I really do hope, for his sake, he doesn’t plot an attack.As much as