Semua Bab Married To The Russian Mafia Boss : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ava"You need to move around a little," the doctor says, adjusting his glasses as he scribbles something on his notepad. "Your body is healing well, but staying in bed too long will only make you weaker."I nod, relieved to hear that I no longer have to spend my days confined in this space. The last few days have been nothing but a blur of rest, food I barely tasted and a hovering husband who's spent every waking moment stitched to my side.Not that I was complaining. It was nice having someone fret over me, but I sometimes wished that said someone wasn't a six-foot-four, green-eyed, Russian mafia boss."So, does this mean I can finally go outside?" I ask, failing miserably at hiding my eagerness for my soon-to-be freedom. Who am I kidding? I sounded so damn eager even the doctor noticed. "Yes, Mrs. Volkov, that means you can finally go outside." The doctor says, glancing up from his notepad, lips twitching in amusement.I don’t even try to hide my relief. “Thank God,” I say, pushin

Marcus Blackwood stood in front of the Volkov estate for what might’ve been the third time this week. Fourth, if he counted the time, he barely made it halfway to the gate before turning back.He had stood in front of this gate countless times before, all for business, but now he had come to beg for his life and that of his daughters.The guard at the watch post was the first to notice his presence. This one differed from the last, Marcus noted to himself. While the other guard who’d been here, the last time he mustered up the courage to stand in front of the gate, was tall, this one was short and scruffy. A real rough around the edges sort of guy.“State your name and business.”Marcus cleared his throat. “Blackwood. Marcus Blackwood. I… uh, I’m here to see the boss”The guard narrowed his eyes as if the name left a bitter taste on his tongue, and he was sure it had. In this line of work, nothing was as important as a name. A name commanded respect. It caused uproar and goosebumps in

AvaKira’s birthday arrived sooner than expected, and, for the first time since I arrived at the Volkov mansion, something other than guards filled the halls.Kira wasn’t the only child running around these halls.As promised, Tyler asked Emma’s parents if she could come. It takes a fair amount of convincing on my part, but they eventually agree — but with one condition. They insist on having one of their own personal bodyguards present at the party.I try to reassure them that it isn’t necessary, that the estate was secure and safe but their insistence makes it difficult for me to refuse, Their minds are already made up, and when I tell Nikolai about the arrangement, he isn’t exactly thrilled about the possibility of having someone not on his security team scout his estate for potential threats. Eventually, I get him to change his mind and he allows them to bring one bodyguard. No more.With how insistent Emma’s parents are about not leaving her alone, you’d think they would’ve at le

AvaWhen my phone chimes in my pocket, alerting me of a notification three days later, my entire body goes numb as I stare at the words on my screen that seem to drown out the careless chatter all around the hallway.It’s a text.But it’s not just any text, no, it’s the kind of text you don’t expect to get on a warm Tuesday afternoon after trudging back and forth between classes all morning. It is also the kind of text that makes my heart stop beating in my chest and nausea rolls through me, twisting my gut painfully.Unknown: We need to talk. Meet me at the cafe on the 5th. Tell no one. Love Dad.My grip tightens around my phone and a chill runs down my spine, curling at the end as I reread the words displayed on my phone screen.It wasn’t a normal text message a daughter hoped to get from her runaway father after he disappeared for two months. It didn’t hold any hint of casualty, or at the very least, formality. It was cold, straight to the point and if it weren’t for the last two w

AvaThe words hit me like a slap, the coldness of them slicing through the tense atmosphere between us. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. I just stare at him, my father, who has never once been anything close to the man I needed him to be."Money?" I repeat, the incredulity dripping from my voice. "You... need money?"That's why he came back? Because he needed money? Not because of anything else.I already knew his reason for coming back had to be something big but this… this felt extremely underwhelming and yet not entirely surprising.“While I was gone,” He begins, running his fingers through his greying strands. “I made some bad decisions. Found my way into some debts.” His words are hurried as if he's trying to make them sound more reasonable. "Look, I’m not asking for much, just enough to get me out of this mess."I blink at him “And how much exactly is enough?”He hesitates, “Thirty grand”Thirty Fucking grand?“I know this might sound bad…”“Might?”“Some really bad p