•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌*Splash*"Rise and shine, fucktard" Aaron announced splashing a bucket of water onto the shooter's face. Blonde, hair blue eyes, and a British accent. I didn't have to think twice to know who's man he was. Russells had some fucking nerve to mess with me, to mess with my wife. His hands were bound to the ceiling and his feet were tightly bound to the floor in a dingy cell. His face is bruised and he may have a broken bone or two. He whimpered in pain as ice-cold water trickled down his bloodied face and body.I bet he was feeling good when he shot my wife. The shooter looked around before his eyes settle on me. He knew who I was and why I was here. He took in his surroundings when another bucket of ice-cold water was thrown over his face, followed by another and another. "Stop!" he said, his breathing ragged and short. "Please!" he begged while coughing out water that entered his lungs. "Who sent you?" I asked "You know who sent me" he coughed. "Who gave the order
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I have been awake for the past hour, Bianca was here with me, scolding me, telling me that this was the reason she was against the idea of me and Nikolai. I asked her multiple times if she knew who shot me but she evaded the topic like a plague. "I had them call Niko, he will be here soon" "Thank you, I really need to see him. He is not hurt, is he? The last thing I remember is blood. There was just so much of it, I didn't even know who it belonged to me or Nikolai." Bianca shook her head. "Niko is fine" Just as the words left Bianca's mouth, Nikolai entered the bleak hospital room and I breathed out in relief as I saw him. "You're here..." I whispered. Nikolai glanced at Bianca and she awkwardly got up. "I'll leave you guys alone" The second Bianca stepped out of the door, Nikolai came and sat beside the bed on the chair. He held my hand as his thumb stroked the back of my hand gently. "How are you feeling?" "Good..." I smiled at him He leaned over and p
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I was still shaking as I stepped into the bedroom; my arm ached so bad that I couldn't move it as I clutched the towel with one hand. I went straight to the closet and sat on the ottoman, shaking off the shock. I had no idea what had just happened. I couldn't understand why he'd react like that. Why would he ask me about dad out of nowhere? And what was he trying to get out of me? Did something happen between my dad and Nikolai? Was it the reason he got murdered? I gently dried my body and changed into oversized, comfy clothes so they wouldn't hurt my arm. I walked out of the closet and found Nikolai running a hand through his hair. He was dressed up in a clean suit now. He stood right outside the closet door. "You need my help with something?" he asked. I shook my head and looked him straight in the eyes. "What was that, Nikolai?"He walked closer to me, cupping my cheek. "Forget about it, Evangeline." I stepped back. "No, there's something going on in your m
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌We have been staying at Nikolai's Villa in Sicily for almost ten days now. He had barely been home. I spent most of my time by myself or with his relatives. I met with some of the Costellos, the ones that lived in Italy anyway. They were lovely until they started speaking in Italian, considering I didn't understand a single word. I always think that they are bitching about me. Everyone here knew about our disaster of a marriage. Some of the older women even said I must have seduced my way into his bed and committed fornication; that's why he married me. When I told him that we hadn't consummated our marriage yet, and I had not seduced my way into his bed, they called me out on that too. They said I was an evil woman to keep my husband from bedding me. They said I'd go to hell with my long list of sins. It was all so weird. I wouldn't say I liked it at all. This morning, the doctor finally opened the stitches, as my wound had healed quite spectacularly. I could
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌"Evangeline..." God! He was so handsome, so damn handsome. His voice, his eyes, his smile, his everything... All of it is mine. He broke off eye contact to rake his burning gaze all over my body. Both of us were dressed in black. He was wearing a three-piece suit, all in black. He came closer until our bodies were almost touching. The light breeze blew my hair back. He held my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted my head to the side. "You look beautiful." Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I blushed. "Thank you; you look incredibly handsome," I complimented him back; I couldn't help it. I needed to say these words; he needed to know how devilishly beautiful he was. If only there were enough words to describe how good-looking he was. He dipped his head, and even in my heels, I got on my tiptoes to reach his lips. Our lips pressed together; the kiss was short and sweet; he pulled back and smiled. "Don't want to ruin that red lipstick just yet." He took
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌His lips curved into a devilish smile. "You have no fucking idea that I'm the one who needs you more, angel." He leaned back, his knees resting on either side of my thighs as he looked down at me. With his eyes locked with mine, he slowly unfastened his tie. The action was so simple yet so arousing. His dark gaze burned into my skin as I struggled a little underneath him, "Stay still," he ordered, and I stopped moving immediately. I felt my heart beating in my ears and throat, and my whole body heated up. He pulled off his tie in a swift movement, and from the sound of it, an icy shudder swept through my veins.His cold, acidic expression scared me, but at the same time, I wanted him so damn bad. I couldn't understand how one could feel both of these emotions simultaneously. The next was his belt; I watched his fingers as he slowly unbuckled his belt, his eyes locked on my face. It annoyed me and made me impatient with how much time he was taking. I needed him;
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌Nikolai pulled himself out of me, and I winced once again from the slight friction. He lay on his back and stared at the dark sky above us. He glanced at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me to his side. My head rested on his bicep as I put my hand over his heart, feeling it beat under my hand. His hand went to my lower stomach, and he caressed it gently. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine..." He let out a dry breath. "How much does it hurt?" I shook my head. "Just a little..."He kissed my forehead. "You can tell me, Evangeline..." I smiled. "I'm fine, Nikolai; just sore, I guess." "I would have fucked you again if you weren't." My face lost color as I thought about doing it again while I was still sore. I rubbed my thighs together and felt something thick and wet between my legs. I propped up on my elbow and looked down at my thighs; I gasped as I noticed the blood that was smeared on my inner thighs. There was so much blood; when I read
•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌I failed. I fucking failed. There is always a first time for everything; failure has never been a part of my life. I have never uttered the words “I have failed” before today. I'm a fucking perfectionist. I like to plan my life, my day, and my future; she was never supposed to be a part of this—a big fucking part. I was officially fucked. I promised myself. I fucking promised myself that I won't ever make a woman my weakness. I won't follow in my father's footsteps. I won't let anyone control me with a woman. I failed myself. My mind can't form coherent thoughts when she is near me. I think about her first before doing anything. I now have to think long and hard about her before making a decision. Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind—how will this affect her? Will it hurt her? At this point, she can just cut off my dick and wear it around her neck to symbolize how much power she has over me. She has me in a fucking chokehold. Gentle?! Was I fucking gentl