All Chapters of The Mafia King's Temporary Wife : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

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