Semua Bab Married To The Russian Mafia Boss : Bab 111 - Bab 120

AvaTwo things happen in that very instant.The first is that I scream. Loudly. I scream so loud that my eardrums rupture and the eardrums of others at least a thousand miles away do the same. I scream so loudly that my throat burns from the stretch, and my father —or should I say ex-father—and Antonio reel back from the volume.The second is that I realise that my mouth hasn't moved an inch for the entirety of my scream fest and my father is watching me, accessing me for a reaction he knows I'm currently trying to keep under wraps.You weren't mine either. His words rip through my chest and travel up my bloodstream until all I see is red. And no, it's not the regular kind of red that you see in movies or read about in books. No, the kind of red I see blurs my vision until it's hazy and allows the humiliation and betrayal I feel to seep into my lungs while flowing out at the same time. It's the kind of red that burns brightly behind my eyelids and fills my mouth with the bitter tast

Ava"Get the fuck away from my wife" Nikolai's voice booms throughout the warehouse. The sound ricocheted off the wall, informing me that his presence wasn't just a figment of my imagination. He was here. He was really here.My Nikolai. My husband. I want to run over to him and throw myself in his arms but the rough scrap of the zip ties against my wrist reminds me of my restraint.My gaze lifts to Antonio. His entire body is still and he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Panicked, he snaps his fingers and when his men don't appear at his side like before, he realises just how done for he really is."Motherfucker," he spits, his voice laced with disbelief and fury. "You took out my men?"Nikolai takes a slow step forward, a dark grin tilting his lips. "I did, but I cannot take all the credit." He glances behind him, just as a familiar figure emerges."Aaron?"My brother steps fully into the light, a gun in one hand and a bruised knuckle on the other. His shirt is bloodstained, thou

NikolaiI've never been a fan of hospitals.The walls are always too clean. Too sterile. And the place reeks of blood and death. Two things I've never minded until now."Here" I look up from the palm of my hand to meet my brother-in-law and a canned soda from a brand I don't recognise looking down at me.When I don't take it he pushes it towards my face again and goes, "Here."Sighing, I mutter a quiet, “Thanks,” The last thing I want is a drink right now, but Aaron is being a persistent motherfucker, so I take the can but don't open it.We've been here for close to twelve hours now. Usually, I tend to avoid hospitals at all costs, but Ava's injuries were severe, more than what our doctors could handle. Bringing her here was the only shot I had to make sure that I didn't lose her. Her blood still clung to my fingertips, dried now, but the perspiration from the can made my grip slick.How could she have done that? Throwing herself in front of a bullet was beyond stupid, especially for

Ava I jolt awake and I'm immediately immobilized by the pain spreading throughout my chest and my ribs Fuck. That’s going to leave a mark. My next breath comes in a shallow gasps as the sting sharpens, intensifying from the inside like a lit fuse. I blink against the harsh white blazing light above me, as the room I'm in comes into focus. I’m in a hospital that much I can tell from the beeping noise beside me and the annoying scent of disinfectant. My gaze glides around the room before landing on my husband's figure next to me. Nikolai is seated in the only chair beside the bed, his elbows to his knees, head bowed in his palms. He hasn't realised I'm awake yet I try to sit up but I am immediately pulled back down by the pain and give up. My body feels like shit, the upper part mostly. I feel nothing in the lower section, and that worries me. Did my getting shot somehow leave me paralyzed? God, I hope not. The heart monitor suddenly picks up and it's in that moment Nikol

*FOUR WEEKS LATER* "I want to take you somewhere this Friday," Nikolai tells me when we're cuddled up in bed after my third failed seduction attempt of the week. His arm is wrapped around my waist while the other strokes through my hair, as he looks at me, full dimples on full display. The smiling asshole. How exactly did we get here you might ask? It's simple really. Four days ago, the doctor finally cleared me for all forms of physical activity in the bedroom. To put it bluntly, I was finally allowed to fuck my husband which was exactly what I'd needed. In the last few weeks, I've been so sexually frustrated that I thought I might go mad (It also didn't help that I was ovulating). So when I was finally allowed to take what I needed, let's just say my enthusiasm got the best of me. When Nikolai came back home earlier, I'd thrown myself at him, unashamedly and asked— no, begged him to take me. And did he do as I asked? No. Instead, my attempt was met with a very patient but