All Chapters of HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA : Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

Araceli.I climbed into the back seat of the heavy armored SUV, the thick bulletproof door shutting behind me with a loud, metallic thud that cut off most of the noise from the courtyard. The inside of the car smelled like new leather, air conditioning, and tobacco. A second later, the truck jerked forward, the massive tires crunching against the gravel as the entire convoy began moving out of the estate gates and into the dark, empty streets of the city.I sat back against the leather seat, staring straight ahead at the dark window. But even without turning my head, I could feel his eyes on me. Matvei was sitting right next to me in the shadows of the cabin. Every time the streetlights flashed through the tinted glass, I could catch his reflection. He kept turning his head, his piercing green eyes locked onto the side of my face like he was still trying to convince himself that I wasn't a ghost.The silence inside the moving car was heavy and tense, stretching out until it felt like i

Matvei.The engine of the motorcycle sputtered and went quiet in the middle of the empty, dark road. Smoke crawled out from under the mashed hood of the silver sedan, smelling like burnt oil and hot metal.I kept my gun raised, my hands steady, but my mind went completely numb when the smoke cleared.The woman my father was holding against his chest wasn't a stranger. It was my mother. Her face was pale, but her eyes weren't full of terror. She just stared at me with that same cold, empty look she always had since I was a child. She had never been a mother to me. She was the one who watched him lock me in dark rooms when I was a boy.My father didn't look panicked. He didn't scream. Instead, a slow, calm smile spread across his wrinkled face. He adjusted his grip on my mother, hiding his chest behind her shoulders, his voice coming out smooth and relaxed.“Matvei, my boy,” my father said, his voice sounding like a disappointed parent rather than a trapped man. “Look at you. Running ar

EPILOGUE.The afternoon sun was actually hot for once, beaming down on the huge grass lawn behind the mansion. It had been six months since we ended the old man in that alleyway. Six months since this whole place stopped smelling like gunpowder and secrets.Right now, it just smelled like freshly cut grass and baby sunblock.I was sitting flat on a thick blanket spread out over the lawn, watching Vladimir handle a bright yellow plastic bucket. He was fourteen months old now. He still had his dad’s straight nose and pink lips, but he didn't have that scary Orlov death stare anymore. Right now, his face was covered in a messy smear of dirt because he kept trying to eat the grass.“No, baby. Drop the dirt,” I laughed, reaching out to wipe his chin with a wet cloth.Vladimir let out a loud, toothy squeal, kicked his fat little legs, and deliberately dumped the whole bucket of plastic balls straight onto my lap.“Oh, so you're a bully now?” a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from behind us.I d