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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
AnnaWe both hear the front door open. Asya smiles at me knowingly while I start to panic.“Keep at it, moya docha,” she mutters to me on her way to the cabinets. “I’ll set the table.”It’s a longer moment than I expect before Viktor appears in the archway of the kitchen. He’s sniffing the air with a growing smile, and my stomach does a little flip.Will he like it? Will he forgive my lumpy, misshapen interpretation of his favorite food?The moment he sees his mother in the dining room, he freezes. “Mama? What are you doing here?”Asya is completely unfazed. “I had to come see the beautiful mother of my grandchild! And give a few pointers for dinner.” She winks at me as she finishes arranging the silverware.I notice she only grabbed enough for two place settings. “Aren’t you joining us?”“Thank you, docha, but I have my own plans.” She walks over to me and kisses my cheek. “Besides, you’ll want your alone time.”For the first time since I’ve met him, Viktor looks completely bewildere
Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
AnnaAn hour later, Asya and I are busting up laughing while I utterly fail at stuffing the dough for meaty pierogies. I’m either overfilling or rolling the dough too thin, because the membrane keeps breaking no matter how delicately I handle it.“You’re doing much better than I did when I first learned!” Asya exclaims while watching me struggle with joining the seams of my second attempt. “The trick is being able to measure a balance with your eyes. And better a thick dough than a broken one, yes?”“So what do I do with this… this… whatever the hell this is?” I laugh as I hold up my sad attempt at international cuisine.She plucks it from my hand and lays it out on the counter. “Take it apart and try again. Smaller meat, thicker dough.”“But what if it looks bad? Or it’s too small compared to the others?”“Then we eat it as a tester. Always test your cooking before serving, moya docha. Better a fat chef than a skinny husband.”I damn near choke on my own spit when she says that. Husb
Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
AnnaAnother day, another trudge through the muck of a job I used to love. More and more, I wonder if I ever actually loved it, or if I just loved the freedom away from Collins and my parents and their never-ending attempts to control every last aspect of my life.When the day ends, my afternoon guard brings me home. I don’t bother making a fuss about who drives this time.“Hold on,” Viktor barks when we reach the penthouse door. He pulls me back and steps in front of me, drawing his gun in the same motion. I don’t know what’s got him on edge all of a sudden, but when I try to ask what’s wrong, he gestures for me to remain quiet.My heart jumps into my throat.Slowly and silently, he eases the door open and creeps inside.Someone’s in the kitchen. That must have been what alerted him: someone clanking and clinking and making all sorts of noises with our dishes. Viktor isn’t due home for at least another hour or two, and we don’t usually have an in-house guard stay behind all day.Vikt
Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Anna“Ma’am, please. You know I have orders.”“I know.” I take another sip from my travel mug and offer Viktor’s driver a sweet smile. “But as I’ve shared with you before, I’d rather drive myself.”Lev sighs and keeps his hand outstretched as if I’m going to give up and finally return him the car keys. “I understand, believe me. But what the boss says, goes.”“I’ll be sure to tell the boss that it’s not your fault.”Am I a shit-stirrer? Not usually. I’m more of the type to keep her head down, move in the shadows, don’t draw attention, et cetera. I don’t like causing waves.What do I like?Viktor’s reactions to my stubbornness, for one.We’ve settled into a nice, easy tempo at home that should have me feeling comfortable and relaxed. He comes home for dinner. We slide into small talk and do our best to avoid sharing details about our respective days.It’s what happens after bedtime that keeps me on edge.And it’s not his fault, necessarily.I’m the one having depraved sex dreams about
Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
ViktorOne would think I’d be in a far better mood.I should be. Anna blushed hard when she saw me at breakfast. As if she knew that I knew, though there’s no way in hell that could be true. She doesn’t have to worry; her secret’s safe with me. For now.What’s killed my good mood is the fact that Senator Silas is now blatantly ignoring my calls, texts, emails from my corporate office, everything. As if he has any grounds to dodge me, the same man who can blow up his marriage and his career at the snap of my fingers.“I’ll be out most of the day,” I warn Anna as I pack up to leave. “Call me if you need anything.”I try my best to ignore the way her face falls as I tug my coat on and grab my keys. What more does she want? I have shit to do. Lives to fucking ruin.But fuck me, I can’t leave. I get to the front door and find myself unable to leave the penthouse with this nagging feeling that I’ve somehow disappointed the mother of my unborn child.The trek back to the kitchen is worth the
Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ViktorI'm not going anywhere.I have no idea what will happen if she wakes up. But I don't fucking care right now, because I want to know in exquisite detail what has her so hot and bothered—and then I want to make that come to life.I bend toward her. "Tell me what you want, baby," I breathe in her ear.Her brow furrows, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to kiss the frown away."I... want..." Anna mumbles in her sleep. "I... need..." She moans, louder this time, and those fingers work over her clit even more.A wicked smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. "Me, don't you? You want me?" At her slumped nod and roll of her hips, I keep going. "That's it, baby. Take it. Be my good girl and take every fucking inch."Her legs kick the sheets down more. I can see her fingers dipping and massaging under her panties. I want to drag that damp fabric down, shove her hand aside, and wake her up by sliding right into her sweetness.I pause and wait. My breath is caught in my throat, b
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