All Chapters of Exclusively Mine: The Mafia’s Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Miriam’s POVThe sound of a loud beeping sound woke me up from my slumber.I reluctantly opened my eyes and noticed it was almost dark.“Gosh, how long did I sleep?” I muttered under my breath and stood up from the bed but the damn annoying beeping sound still continued.I looked at the culprit, it was nothing else other than my alarm clock shaking like a vibrator on my side table.I grabbed it and it took every ounce of willpower in me not to chunk it at the wall.I turned off the alarm and slammed it back on the table while hoping that I had not broken it. But I was too mad that my beauty sleep got interrupted for me to care about a damn clock.But then it struck me, I dozed off while I was on the couch.Could Lazar have carried me to the room?My heart swelled with unspoken happiness.William was never this gentle with me when I was with him.I really was so blind. What did I ever see in that good for nothing bastard?I slowly pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the living

Miriam's POV I leaned against the car seat, my arms folded across my chest as I tried to calm my wandering mind.It has been a chaotic evening. From the alarms down to the fire and the smoke filled corridor. It was all now getting to me how dangerous the situation was and that I thought it was a drill.I seriously needed to work on my lazy habits and take things more seriously. If Lazar had not arrived on time. What would I have done?My apartment building was probably swarming with firefighters by now, which will make it impossible for me to stay there at least for a while.But instead of me being worried about that, I kept stealing glances at Lazar, who hasn’t said much since we entered this luxurious car.His jaw was clenched tightly and his knuckles looked a little bit white from gripping the wheel tightly.He looked calm….well the version of calm that I know…but I could see the tension in the way his shoulders did not relax.If I did not know him I would have said he was nervous

Miriam’s POVThe weekend passed faster than I wanted it to. Between Lazar suddenly reappearing after a whole week of silence, my apartment building going up in flames, and being whisked off into a penthouse that looks like it belongs to royalty and not a carpenter, I felt like I could hardly catch my breath all weekend.If someone had told me last month that this would be my life, I would have laughed right at their faces. But here I am, living in a mansion with a man who still insists he was “just a carpenter.” Right. And I must be the head of NASA. As much as I would love to believe him…. There are just so many missing pieces in his story.It’s not that I have had much time to press him. Every time I think about confronting him, he distracts me.First with a soft kiss, then a warm hug, with a quiet smile that makes my heart melt. Lazar has been by my side the whole weekend..holding me, teasing me, laughing with me. It felt romantic, almost too perfect. Almost.Except for the part

Lazar’s POVThe warehouse smelled like steel, oil, and the faint sweetness of oak crates. It was a familiar smell I was used to ever since I was a child.The memory of my dad explaining how the business runs flashed across my mind, but that felt like ages ago.I watched as my men moved like machines. They were loading and organizing the new shipment bound for Europe. Rifles, handguns, grenades, all tucked neatly into boxes disguised as industrial equipment.I stood a few feet above them on the iron platform, watching. There was always something satisfying about this view. Everything was in order. Everything was under my control. A kingdom built not from gold or marble, but from discipline, fear and bloodshed.“Boss.”I turned at the sound of Rodosov’s voice. He was broad as a wall, eyes hard as ever. If loyalty had a face, it would look like his.“Malik is here,” he said.Finally, I could meet my new chess piece. The moment had finally come.I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, the weig

Lazar’s POVI arrived home earlier than usual, something I almost never do. Normally, I would bury myself in work until the night swallows the day, but today was different. I had spent all weekend with Miriam and I could see she was still adjusting to the new apartment. I wanted to do something special for her. I want her to know that no matter what happens I will always have her back.Although she hasn’t complained once, I know it must feel strange to her being here, with me, in a world so unfamiliar to what she’s used to.So I was going to take it upon myself to make her feel at home.“Here's the grocery you ordered.” Rodosov passed me a bunch of bags with a mischievous smirk at the corner of his lips.“You? Cooking? Lazar, are you unwell?” He asked his brows raised so high I thought they would disappear into his foreheadBut I choose to ignore him.I opened the bags slightly. Checking everything that needs to be there was bought.“You have been behaving differently and I don't k