Todos los capítulos de Through Smoke and Steel: A Mafia Romance: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎She was not a pretty sleeper.In her defense, it might have been the ketamine. But the vindictive streak within me settled on the first guess.Her long, smooth legs splayed apart, no matter how many times I pushed them back together. So I threw a towel over them, but not before catching a glimpse of her naked, fuzzy cunt.A glass of vodka in hand, I distracted myself with thoughts of anything else, but the image of her kept reappearing.I would blame her and say she did it on purpose, part of her ploy to distract me from the bigger picture, her wanting my head. But she literally didn’t have anything to wear… yet. Just stacks of white T-shirts outfitted in all ten guest rooms.I’d take her shopping, buy her all the dresses she wan—wait. Fuck. The woman sent assassins after me, and when that failed, removed the bullets with her own soft hands, probably while hatching out her next plans. And here I was, thinking about buying her stuff.My chuckle reverberated in the room, bo

❦ Rosalind ❦ Viktor did not return to tie me back up.I was both grateful and miffed. Had he forgotten about me? Or was he still planning convenient methods of dealing with the problem that was… me?Enza had wordlessly brought me breakfast and lunch. Dinner was running a bit late, but I had no choice but to wait until she came. She maintained a scowl that looked like she would have preferred me tied up. Only, how then would I eat? Rosa 1:0 Enza.I’d paced the room until my feet burned, trying to see the situation from all angles.The shooter at Tribeca had gone out of their way to avoid hitting me, which meant the target was, in fact, Viktor. Why would an enemy of Viktor’s bother sparing me a barrage of bullets? I realized that Viktor was alive because of me. If they hadn’t cared to avoid hitting me, they would have just shot through me to get to him. I shivered.I heard footsteps outside.“Viktor?” I pounded on the door. “You can’t keep me here forever! Let me out!”The feet stopped

❦ Rosalind ❦ “Get down!”He pulled out with a wet plop, yanked his pants back up, and picked up his gun from the bed, leaving me on my knees, blinking away the haze of lust.The rattle of a submachine gun sounded somewhere far off, and the slam of the door as Viktor left the room snapped me back to my senses.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.How did that happen? One minute I was escaping, and the next he was balls deep in my throat. I had to get out of here before I humiliated myself any further.I curled up on the floor, wiping my palm across my mouth, and shamelessly, I wished we hadn’t been interrupted.Bullets thudded against the walls, but none got in, as far as I could tell.Then a lightbulb flicked on in my brain. It was a rescue. Marcus and Dante had come for me. Of course!Moving fast, I pulled on Viktor’s joggers and tied the waistband tightly. I opened drawers, checked the edges of the bed and under the pillows in search of my pistol. I gave up, there was no time.The knob turned in my h

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎“It was a coordinated hit,” Adrian informed me. “Our B8 warehouse was attacked at the same time. The men held their own but lost numbers.”“And the merchandise?”“Untouched. They didn’t get anywhere near it.”It pleased me to hear that. I made a mental note to reward my soldatos. It seemed Primo, the head of Cártel La Sombra, was unsatisfied with hitting my trade routes. Now he came for the nest itself.The moon illuminated the yard brighter than the lamps ever had, bathing the surroundings in a silvery cast.Rage simmered in a controlled heat under my skin. Deep down, I’d known this was coming. Known the heiress wasn’t as innocent as she’d tried to lead me to believe, but I’d fallen for her pillowy lips and silky soft folds.Seeing her in that getaway car was only shocking for the first few seconds. Then I burst out laughing to the surprise of my men, slapping a palm over my forehead at the ridiculousness of it all.Moonlight glinted off my gun. “We’re going after them.”

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎Betrayal, my old friend.No matter how I tried to prepare for the blow, I never seemed to steel myself on time when it mattered the most.My arm rose, the heavy metal an extension of me as I aimed at Orlov Conti’s head. Anything to knock his hand off her skin.The surprised shouts of Primo’s men warbled all around as my men and the Marlow soldatos closed in, shooting them down like sitting ducks.The heiress watched my movements in shock. Her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Open lips, flushed cheeks, fists clenched tight. Wearing a red dress so short I could picture what lay just above. Orlov stood with his face close to hers, leveling me with a smug grin.“Viktor…” Rosalind started, her voice a soft gasp piercing through the battle waging in the background.I applied pressure on the stone-cold trigger, but my aim flew wide as weight crashed into my side.I wasted no time in smashing the butt of my gun into the temple of the man who tackled me. I looked sidew