Semua Bab Married To The Russian Mafia Boss : Bab 21 - Bab 30

I didn't even realize that I was crying until I felt a warm teardrop slide down my chin. Nikolai uses his thumb to brush the wetness away, his brows pinching together in concern. “Nenavizhu, kogda ty plachesh', moye malen'koye solnyshko.” (I hate it when you cry, my little sun) he says in russian,

Ava Cara picks up on the third ring. “Hello?” Cara’s thick Irish accent fills my ear from the other side of the phone, and it feels like a weight has suddenly been lifted off my shoulders on hearing her voice again. “Hi,” I say. A pause and then, “You fucking bitch where the hell have you be

I, on the other hand, thrived under the careful guidance of instructions. “The man must think he's on his way to training the next Michelangelo, or something. Because how many people does he really think can turn the shitty situations in their lives into a masterpiece before the semester ends. It'

Nikolai “I can’t find Ava” Those are the first words out of Kat's lips the moment I step into the living room. Kat stands before me, hands fidgeting, face flushed with what I can only describe as worry as she delivers the news to me. Her husband stands a few steps away, his hands shoved into

“I know,” he says, struggling to keep his tone even. “And I get it. But we both know that Kat’s been looking out for Ava since she got here. Kat considers her family and whether or not you acknowledge it, you and I both know that She wouldn't be careless with someone she considers family.” My inde