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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Author: Chihiro
last update publish date: 2026-02-22 16:18:17

Anna

Several pierogies and a crisp salad later, Viktor and I are laughing over a joke he heard Nik tell one of his men. "It's even better in Russian." He sips on his water, still chuckling. "Fuck, I gotta remember that one for Rina."

"Do you speak Russian?" Almost immediately, I want to kick myself for asking such a stupid question. "I mean, I hear you say a few words and phrases sometimes, but..."

"But am I fluent? Yes." He sets his glass back down and smiles at me with all the warmth I wish h
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  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

    Viktor"What size would you like that in?"I consider the different options. "Give me two of the travel vials and four large bottles. Personalized, as we discussed. My assistant will handle the payment."I hit the button on the receiver for Galina to pick up and finish everything that needs doing. Today's first task is to have a custom perfume made for Anna to wear. Something from me that marks her as mine in the best way.Last night was incredible. Much needed. Long awaited.Until it turned into something different that I still can't quite figure out.Why did she run from me? What on earth did I do to make her hide in the shower and lock me out of my own bedroom?I haven't pushed her for an answer. It's possible that our little romp pushed her far enough and that's what sent her into this panic. She didn't even give her driver a run for his money this morning like she usually does. Just packed up, piled in, and let him take her to work without a word of complaint.I shouldn't let it

  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER FORTY

    Anna"Viktor," I hear myself whine. "Viktor, please..."Those strong hands smooth down my back until they hook into the waistband of my sweatpants and panties. He doesn't let go of my nipple with his mouth as he slides both items down my thighs and drops them in a pile at our feet.Part of me feels so self-conscious about the changes in my body. My stomach is fuller, my breasts are larger—hell, I think my thighs have grown a bit thicker, too. I'm not the woman he first undressed in that storage closet.But just when I'm ready to plaster a self-conscious hand in front of my belly, Viktor seizes my wrist in a grasp firm enough to shock a surprised little yelp out of me."If you think for even one second I'm letting you hide any part of yourself from me, you're fucking delusional," he snarls. "I want to see all of you. Every last, beautiful inch."He descends with kisses, down the swell of my breasts and the swell of my belly and the swell of my throbbing labia."So beautiful," I hear hi

  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

    AnnaSeveral pierogies and a crisp salad later, Viktor and I are laughing over a joke he heard Nik tell one of his men. "It's even better in Russian." He sips on his water, still chuckling. "Fuck, I gotta remember that one for Rina.""Do you speak Russian?" Almost immediately, I want to kick myself for asking such a stupid question. "I mean, I hear you say a few words and phrases sometimes, but...""But am I fluent? Yes." He sets his glass back down and smiles at me with all the warmth I wish he'd have every day. Asya was right: his stomach is a direct road to the best version of him. "I was born here in America, as were Rina and Nik. But our father insisted we go back and visit frequently. He wanted to keep us rooted in both worlds, Old and New.""You must have loved it."Viktor thinks about it for a moment. "For the most part, yeah. Especially at Christmastime. The lights on the snow... I'd be bundled up so tight, I couldn't put my arms down below my waist. But it was worth it."I t

  • 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

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