Semua Bab Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Bab 141 - Bab 150

AN HOUR AGO...JEREMIAHI sat in Kayne’s office, absently watching him as he poured drinks for us. My mind was still on my wife. My wife who has been getting on my fucking nerves day by day, testing my control to the point of insanity. Something has shifted between us since that night, more so because I lost my mind and did what I shouldn’t have. And I wasn’t referring to what happened between us in the forest or the erotic massage afterwards. It was about how fucking scared I was when I had found her on the terrace.And the thought of her falling from there and not being alive had messed with my fucking mind.Since then I had been re-evaluating. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore where my wife was concerned. Not only I realised that I was only deluding myself thinking I could kill her when the time comes, but also I couldn’t even bring myself to really hurt her now. I was reluctant to push her where she loses herself in her mind and acts like a living corpse.And there lies t

NINA I woke to the dull ache in my side and warmth that made me want to melt deeper into the mattress. As my eyes adjusted, I realised the only light was coming from a lamp that was lit into the corner of the room. Shadows danced lazily on the walls, the silence heavy… but not empty. On my side Lachlan slept, one arm around my middle and his chin resting on my uninjured shoulder. He was the source of the warmth I was feeling. But it wasn’t only his presence that had me waking up. I was tucked beneath soft covers, and yet I could feel his steely gaze on me. I turned and my body throbbed in dull pulses at the movement. My shoulder, ribs, thighs and legs everything ached. And sure enough, as I lifted my gaze there he was. My husband. His forearms rested on his knees, fingers laced together and he was watching me. "You’re awake," he said, voice low, like velvet brushing over my skin. "Were you hoping I don’t?" I croaked out and winced as I tried to sit up. "How's t

JEREMIAHI listened to her quiet breathing as she slept in my arms, the taste of her was still on my lips and I couldn’t deny the way my heart was beating in rhythm with hers.But my mind was elsewhere. It felt like everything was slipping through my hands. And I didn't know how to control it anymore. There was danger to my wife’s life and I didn’t know what it was. We had sent men to contact Salvatore Ricci, the man was infamous for his notorious and cut throat reputation. But there was one more thing he was known for in our world, he didn't support or take part in violence against women and children. And yet, I knew that my wife had been afraid of being attacked by his men and was assaulted more than once for the debt she owed to him.Salvatore didn't meet my men, but I did get a very interesting message from him. “Stop sending me your men, or I’ll start sending them back in pieces.”It was one of the things I wanted to talk about at the meeting in the afternoon before I got that c

JEREMIAH Five days later... No matter what I said, no matter how many times I walked into a room he was in, my little shadow didn’t even look at me. Not once. It was visible to everyone who paid even a little bit of attention that Lachlan was trying everything in his power to ignore me and not to be in the same space as me. And Nina paid attention. She not only noticed, but she also questioned. My wife wanted to know what I did or said to make Lachlan like that. It didn’t even occur to her that this might be Lachlan’s fault, she already knew it was mine. And now the only person connecting me to my little shadow was my wife. I was sure there was some kind of irony there in it, but I wasn’t much keen to find it out. One thing my wife did and I appreciated was the fact that if it weren’t for her demands that Lachlan sit with her he won’t even breathe in the same room as me. And he only stayed until she was there or she fell asleep. And the moment I tried to t

NINA “You don’t have to ask him.” Lachlan looked down at me, his green eyes feverish. “I don’t?” He asked, “Are you saying even if I am not the one who married you—” “You are not the one who married me, but you have been more my husband than him.” His eyes searched mine before he looked at Jeremiah. “Did you hear her? I am more of a husband than you, Jeremiah. And why do you think that is?” Jeremiah didn’t answer, but this time he stood up as if to leave. Lachlan shook his head. “Running away? I never thought I will see a day where you’ll choose to turn your back instead of facing the truth and the situation.” “I am not—” “Stay.” “Excuse me?” “I said, stay. And fucking watch, Jeremiah. Stay and see me claim the woman you keep using as an excuse to hide.” With that said, Lachlan shifted his focus on me and lifted me up to settle me on top of the desk. The wood was cold against my thighs, but Lachlan’s hands were anything but. His touch was not only warm, but his