Todos os capítulos de The Mafia King's Temporary Wife : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

MIA When I hear the first gunshot, a strong arm grabs me around the waist. Before I know it, I’m on the floor next to Annabelle, and Mikhail is covering us with his body to protect us from the shooting. “Stay down. Go to the back door, now!” he yells over the loud noises of people screaming and more gunshots. I try to get my legs free from my dress, grab it with one hand, and crawl as fast as I can behind Annabelle to the door. When we reach the hallway, I lean against the wall and pull Annabelle into a tight hug. She is shaking hard, and her breathing is fast. I’m shaking too. I look at the door, hoping to see Mikhail, but he’s not there. There are more gunshots, then everything goes quiet. All I can hear now is people yelling and screaming. After a few seconds, I go back to the door and peek inside. The place is a mess. People are running to the other doors, pushing each other, and not caring about anyone else. I see one of my father’s cousins lying in a pool of blood, no

MIA My annoying brother refused to answer me. I rolled my eyes and dropped my phone. The next message is from Mom. I open it, and a long message fills the screen. I groan, make the letters smaller, and start reading her long text. Mom: You looked so beautiful yesterday. Everyone said it. That dress was worth every dollar. Catalina’s mom asked where we bought it. She wants to get the same one for Catalina. She’s always copying us. I don’t like her. It’s sad everything ended so fast. I still can’t believe Fredo was shot and died. But he was over eighty. Better him than someone else. Did you see that Luca Rossi came alone? Simona never liked me, but missing your wedding? I never understood how those two got together. It’s sad. Luca is a good man, and she’s not. Someone should tell him to cut his hair. He’s a capo, it’s not right. I close my eyes and sigh. My mom always cares about strange things. It’s not really her fault. If she wasn’t married to a capo, I think she might’ve b

MIKHAIL It took me almost an hour to calm down enough to talk. If I had asked her while we were still near her father’s house, I probably would have turned the car around and gone back to kill that bastard. Mia is staring ahead. Her eyes look blank, like she’s trying to decide if she should answer me or not. After a few seconds, she picks up her phone, types something, and shows it to me. "He wanted me to spy on the Bratva. I said no.” That’s not a surprise. I expected something like that. “Why did you say no?” She lifts one eyebrow, types again, and hands me the phone. “I’m not suicidal.” “Smart choice.” I reach out and lightly touch her cheek. Her skin is soft. It doesn’t bother me. Actually, I like it. I brush her cheek again, this time with the back of my hand. The red mark on her face is almost gone. I should’ve killed that bastard anyway. Mia is looking at me strangely as I touch her cheek. I can’t tell what her expression means. Maybe she’s surprised or con

MIKHAILI’m buttoning Lena’s sweater when I hear soft steps coming. I look up and see Mia standing in the doorway. She looks around, walks to the dresser, takes the box with Lena’s hair ties, and looks at me with a question in her eyes. I look at the box in her hands, then back at her face. Mia sighs, points to the box, then to herself, and then to Lena.She wants to do my daughter’s hair, and that makes my heart feel tight.“Lenochka (a Russian nickname for Lena), do you want Mia to do your hair today?”Lena’s head quickly goes up and she smiles big. “Yes! I want lots of braids, like Noemi from day care. Mia, Mia, do you know how to make lots of braids? Daddy only knows pigtails.”Mia tries not to laugh at my daughter’s talking too much but can’t stop smiling. She sits on the bed next to me and motions for Lena to sit on her lap. I watch as Mia takes a small piece of hair and braids it into a thin braid.Then she moves to the next piece. She does this until there are at least fifteen

MIA The front door opens, and Lena runs inside, laughing, with Tia following. She will wake Mikhail. I take my phone from the counter and hurry to Lena. She is sitting on the floor taking off her shoes. I bend down in front of her. I touch her hand with mine. She looks up and smiles.“Mia, Mia, I have a new drawing. Do you want to see?”I put my finger over my lips and point to Mikhail’s bedroom. When she looks there and then back at me, I put my hands together on my cheek to show sleeping.“Are you sleepy, Mia?”I sigh. Talking with a little child is hard if I can’t speak. She is too small to read. I pick up my phone from the floor, write a message, and give it to Tia. She is standing next to me and watching me talk to Lena. She looks at the phone and nods, surprised.“Daddy is sleeping, Lena. We need to be quiet.”“Okay,” Lena whispers.“Mia made lunch. She says if you are quiet and eat your lunch, she will teach you ballet.”“Yes! Yes, Mia. I will be quiet. Do you really know ball