All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Captive Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Naomi“Oh, you poor thing! Are you sure I can’t get you another glass of water? What about some cookies?”I shook my head, giving the older woman a kind smile. “Just a cell phone will be fine. I promise to be out of your hair shortly.”She waved a hand at me. “This is the most excitement that me and Clyde have had in quite a while! Clyde? Have you found the phone yet?”There was no answer and Mary frowned, placing her hands on her portly hips. “Clyde! Did you hear me?”He still didn’t answer and she stormed out of the living room, yelling his name. I allowed my smile to fade and looked around the clean and slightly outdated space. At least I had chosen my house correctly. I doubted these people even had a social media account, given the fact that Clyde couldn’t find his flip phone to begin with.When I had knocked on their door, they had been reluctant to let me in, but after I had begged for a cell phone and a glass of water, Mary had ordered her husband to open the door.She had gon

GavrilI clasped my hands behind my back, a cold mask of indifference on my face as I walked around the strung-up body. The man was shirtless, and small rivulets of blood ran over his chest from the cuts on his face. His mouth was gagged and his hands bound at the wrists by a set of chains that suspended him about three inches off the floor.Enough to put pressure on his shoulder joints to hurt, but not enough to cause permanent damage.Dark hair hung limply on his sweaty forehead, and the stench of piss and sweat filled the air, but it was the look of defiance in his eyes that pissed me off the most. I stopped before him, ripping the gag out of his mouth and letting it fall to the floor.“Are you ready to talk now?” I asked coolly. “Or are you going to make me do this the hard way, Sergei?”Sergei Puzanov glared at me, licking his lips to wet them from the gag. “Nothing you can do will make me talk, Kirilenko.”I chuckled and picked up the jumper cables, holding them over the battery

GavrilI patted my pockets as the SUV pulled up to the iron gate, making sure I had my guns close by. Ever since I had heard from Naomi, the nervous energy had tripled, and until I could see and verify that she was all right, I knew I would continue to feel this way.On one hand, I was glad that Roman had her and she hadn’t mentioned Hampton’s name. Had she escaped, or was there a bigger play that I was going to walk into in a few minutes?On the other hand, Roman Marchetti was a dead man if Naomi had been harmed in any way. It would be extremely foolish of me to start a war while I already had one going on, but for the mother of my child? I would do whatever it took. If what I had heard recently about Marchetti was true, then I wasn’t sure I had much to worry about in terms of him harming Naomi.It was all over LA that he was infatuated with his new wife, a former police officer at that, and unless she was just a cruel woman, I couldn’t imagine her standing by and taking him abusing

GavrilNaomi’s jaw worked as if she was thinking about my question, and hell, I hoped she had a good answer. This shit with Marchetti had gotten out of hand, and though I wasn’t going to admit it to him, we had to work together on this.He was the one being fucking difficult right now.“Roman isn’t necessarily wrong,” she finally said, surprising me.Marchetti smirked, and I wanted to bash his face in. “Told you.”His wife hit him in the arm, and Naomi looked up at me. “We can’t provoke the FBI, Gavril. It’s a no-win situation, and I know you know that, even if you don’t want to admit it.”I did. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I knew the ramifications of what I was asking, but I wanted Hampton.I wanted him dead, consequences be damned.“But,” Naomi continued, her expression darkening. “Going against Jon is doable.”“Naomi, what are—” Ilsa started, but my wife held up her hand, halting her words.“You don’t understand,” she said. “You don’t know what it’s like to never have peace wherever y

JonSomewhere in LAI cleaned the gun with care, rubbing the cloth over the steel until it gleamed in the low lighting. The first rule I had learned in the academy was to always have my weapons in top shape. A dirty gun was a useless one, my instructor had said as he proceeded to show me exactly what he meant by it.Now I kept all my weapons ready for action, but more so to calm my nerves as well.My sweet, innocent Naomi had grown some balls. She hadn’t broken my nose but damn near had gotten a good lick in, and by the time I had hunted the vehicle down, she was long gone.I knew where she was. She was with that bastard Kirilenko again. My discreet inquiries had told me that she had been taken by Marchetti, her voice caught on voice recognition from the wiretap on Marchetti’s phone lines.She had fucking begged the bastard to come get her.No one had seen them leave, however, but Kirilenko had been seen leaving his mansion and returning hours later with an occupant in the car.I was