Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Beauty and Her Dangerous Mafia Lord : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mikhail spun her so fast Bella's head whipped around. His body slammed over hers like a wall and glass exploded behind them. Shards rained down and something hot grazed her shoulder, not deep but just sting.She screamed anyway and Mikhail shoved her to the floor, covering her completely. One arm over her head and the other around her waist and his weight pinned her down."Stay low," he barked.More shots came. Three, four and bullets punched through the window. Glass kept falling and the city lights flickered through the holes like broken stars.Bella's ears rang and she tested blood as she bit her lip too hard. Mikhail lifted his head and looked toward the door."Viktor!"The door flew open and four men in black rushed in with guns already up and Viktor right beside them."Boss!""Get her out!" Mikhail shouted. "Safe room. Now!"Two guys grabbed Bella under the arms and pulled her up. She stumbled and her bare feet slipped on glass.Mikhail stood and blood dripped down his arms but

She watched him walk away. His back straight and shoulder set. The kind of posture that didn't invite conversation of questions. Bella stood in the bathroom doorway until his footsteps disappeared down the hall. Then she stepped back into the bedroom, and shut the door. She pressed the lock even though some part of her brain already knew it didn't matter because he had the code and everything.She stood in front of the mirror for a long time and the bathroom was all white marble and soft lighting. The kind of lightning that was supposed to make you look good, warm and flattering. She looked exactly like she was... a girl who'd been through something and hadn't figured out yet what to do with it.The gold chain caught the light and she looked at it. That small crown pendant sitting right at the base of her throat. It had a delicate look and even dainty like a jewelry a man gives a woman because he thinks she's pretty.She knew better and her fingers went to the back of her neck and fe

Bella woke up alone on the bed this time and the bed was still warm where Mikhail had been. She starched, and felt the ache between her legs from last night. The chain rested heavy against her collarbone and she reached out to touch it and didn't hate it as much as today.She got up and pulled on one of his black shirts. It was too big, too big enough that the sleeves past her hands and the hem hit mid-thigh. She smelled like him, Mikhail. She smelled of smoke, cologne and skin.The penthouse and there were no guards in the hallway. No Viktor barking orders but just the sunlight coming through the blinds in long stripes.She wandered, her bare feet cool on the marble as she passed the kitchen. The coffee pot was still hot and there were two mugs on the counter. One had her lipstick on the rim. She kept going and found his office door half open. She pushed wider and was welcomed to a big room with a dark wood desk and walls of screens showing casino floors. Bookshelves full of leather

She kept her head down and moved fast. The gun knocked against her thigh with every step. A dull, heavy reminder that she'd never actually fired one. She'd held it, watched men hold them and that wasn't the same thing and she knew it.The warehouse district had a small area. Rust and standing water and something chemical underneath. Broken glass scattered across the road caught the light from the half dead streetlamps. She stayed close to the walls and away from open ground.No phone, it had died in the cab. The address was just in her head now. East warehouse. River side. Red door. She repeated it like it was something she could hold onto.She found the river first and dark water moved slow and quietly under a low bridge. She followed the bank and kept the gun low at her side. Her palm was sweating and she switched hands twice.The red door appeared out of the dark like something from a bad dream. It had faded paint, a chain looped through the handles with a padlock hanging open and

Bella couldn't stop shaking. Mikhail carried her out of the warehouse like she weighed nothing and her arms stayed locked around his neck and her face was buried in his shoulder. She smelled gunpowder on his coat. She smelled blood too but it wasn't hers neither was it his but someone else.Victor walked ahead and cleared the path. He told Mikhail that everywhere had been searched but there was no trace of the sister and that it was all planned.Before Victor could finish, Mikhail raised his gun up and fired the two more guys that tried flanking them. His eyes started scanning every shadow with Bella on his arm. They walked out the warehouse and they reached the black SUV that was packed from a distance. He opened the door, gently helped her in and the engine started running.Mikhail slid into the back seat with her still I'm his lap and pulled the door shut."Drive," he told the guy behind the wheel.The guy nodded and the car peeled out. Bella kept her face hidden and her tears soa