All Chapters of The Mafia King's Collateral : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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This week is ours

Liora’s POVThe private jet hummed smoothly through the clouds, a cocoon of luxury that felt almost unreal after months of concrete bunkers and war rooms. I was curled against Nikolai’s chest like I belonged there—because I did. My head rested over his steady heartbeat, one of his large hands stroking lazy circles along my spine while the other held a glass of chilled champagne. The cabin lights were dimmed, casting a golden glow over everything. Outside the windows, the world was nothing but endless blue sky.For the first time in forever, there were no urgent calls, no alerts, no ghosts chasing us. Just the low rumble of the engines and the man who had once claimed me as collateral now holding me like I was the most precious thing in his universe.“You’re quiet,” Nikolai murmured, his voice a deep rumble I felt more than heard. He set the champagne aside and tilted my chin up gently so our eyes met. Those stormy gray eyes were softer now, the Reaper tucked away behind layers of w

Come swim with me

Liora’s POVThe villa was pure magic.White stone walls glowed warm in the late afternoon sun, open archways letting in the salty breeze that carried the sound of waves crashing far below the cliffs. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked an infinity pool that seemed to melt straight into the turquoise Mediterranean. Inside, everything was airy and luxurious—soft linens, fresh flowers in every room, and a king-sized bed that looked like it had been designed specifically for tangled mornings and lazy afternoons.I wandered through it barefoot, my sundress brushing my legs, feeling like I’d stepped into someone else’s dream. Nikolai had disappeared briefly into the study for one “quick secure call,” promising it would be the last one. I didn’t mind. This place already felt like freedom.I stepped out onto the wide terrace, the warm stone heating my feet. The view stole my breath—endless ocean stretching to the horizon, golden sunlight dancing on the water. For the first time in forever

Healing us both

Liora’s POV Morning light spilled across the villa like liquid gold, warm and inviting. I woke to the sound of waves and the feel of Nikolai’s lips trailing slowly down my spine. His large, calloused hands mapped my bare skin with lazy reverence, as if he had all the time in the world to memorize me. “Good morning, moya lyubov’,” he murmured against the curve of my waist, voice still husky from sleep. “The sea is calling us.” I smiled into the pillow, stretching like a contented cat under his touch. “Only if you promise not to drown me with all that possessive energy.” His low chuckle sent shivers across my skin. “No promises.” We slipped into light beachwear, me in the red bikini he’d insisted on packing, him in black swim trunks that did dangerous things to my focus—and made our way down the winding cliff path to the private cove. The water was impossibly turquoise, crystal clear, lapping gently at white sand. It felt like another world. No blood. No shadows. Just us and the

Extra kisses

Liora’s POVWarm sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, dancing across our tangled sheets. I stirred slowly, a contented sigh escaping my lips as soft, feather-light kisses trailed along my bare shoulder.Nikolai’s mouth was gentle, reverent, each press of his lips a quiet declaration of love. His large hand rested possessively on my hip, thumb stroking slow circles against my skin.“Wake up, moya koroleva,” he murmured between kisses, voice deep and husky with morning warmth. “The day is waiting for us… and so am I.”I smiled sleepily, turning toward him. His stormy gray eyes were already open, watching me with that intense softness that always made my heart stutter. No Reaper this morning—just my Nikolai, hair tousled, jaw shadowed with stubble, looking devastatingly handsome and entirely mine.“What would you like to eat today?” he asked, pressing another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Anything. Name it. I’ll have the kitchen prepare whatever your heart desires.”I stretc

Can I kiss you?

Liora’s POVThe storm rolled in gently that afternoon, turning the sky a soft, moody and cozy.Perfect weather for staying in. We had spent the morning on the yacht, but the weather had driven us back early, and now the living room felt like our own private sanctuary.Nikolai had dimmed the lights and built a nest of blankets and pillows on the massive sectional couch. Popcorn sat in a big bowl between us, along with fresh fruit and chilled drinks. I’d picked a silly romantic comedy, something light with zero mafia vibes—and curled up against his side, my head on his chest as the opening credits played.His arm was wrapped securely around me, fingers idly stroking my arm. For the first few minutes, we actually watched the movie. I laughed at the clumsy meet-cute on screen, feeling lighter than I had in years. But soon I noticed something else.Nikolai wasn’t watching the movie anymore.Every time I glanced up, his stormy gray eyes were on me instead of the screen. Not just looking—ye

You're impossible

Liora’s POVThe rain came down in steady, soothing sheets, wrapping the villa in a silver curtain that blurred the ocean view into something dreamy and distant. It was the kind of day that begged you to stay inside, wrapped in warmth and each other. I loved it.Nikolai and I stood barefoot in the open kitchen, morning light filtering weakly through the rain-streaked windows.I’d suggested we cook breakfast together—“something normal couples do”, and his eyes had lit up with that rare, boyish excitement I was becoming addicted to.“Normal,” he’d repeated, as if tasting the word. “I like the sound of that.”Now, I was chopping fresh fruit while he tackled vegetables with the intensity of someone clearing a bunker. I glanced over and had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The mighty Pakhan, ruler of empires, was gripping the knife like it might fight back. His brow was furrowed in deep concentration, tongue poking slightly between his teeth.“Baby,” I teased softly, “it’s just pepper

You make me better

Liora’s POVThe rain had lightened to a gentle drizzle overnight, but the morning air still carried a cool dampness that clung to the villa. I woke to the sound of Nikolai coughing — a deep, rough sound that immediately pulled me from sleep. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, brow furrowed even in rest.I sat up quickly, pressing my hand to his forehead. Warm. Too warm.“Baby,” I whispered, worry threading through my chest. “You’re sick.”He cracked one gray eye open, trying to give me that signature smirk, but it came out weak. “Just a cold. The rain… nothing the Reaper can’t handle.”My heart squeezed. Seeing him — this powerful, unbreakable man — looking vulnerable and flushed made me ache. I hated it. After everything he’d done for us, I wanted to take care of him the way he always took care of me.“You stay right here,” I said firmly, kissing his temple. “No arguments. I’m making you soup.”He tried to protest, reaching for me, but another cough stopped him.

You have my heart

Liora’s POVThe coastal town was a dream — narrow cobblestone streets lined with pastel-colored shops, colorful awnings fluttering in the sea breeze, and the distant sound of waves mixing with soft chatter. Nikolai had arranged everything discreetly: a private car, minimal security blending into the background, and a light disguise for us both simple sunglasses and casual clothes that somehow still made him look unfairly regal.I felt like a normal woman walking hand-in-hand with her husband, not the queen of a mafia empire. And Nikolai? He looked lighter, happier, stealing glances at me every few steps like he couldn’t believe this was real.“You’re spoiling me already,” I teased as we stepped into the first boutique, a charming little shop filled with flowing sundresses in every color imaginable.His gray eyes sparkled with mischief. “This is only the beginning, moya koroleva. Let me.”He spoiled me shamelessly.Dress after dress found its way into my arms — soft fabrics in shades

Just us honey

Liora’s POVWe decided to stay one extra day.The minor call from home had been handled efficiently the night before, and neither of us was ready to leave this bubble of sunlight and healing just yet. Nikolai had looked at me over breakfast, gray eyes soft with quiet longing, and simply said, “One more day. Just us.”I had kissed him in answer. One more day of freedom. One more day of falling impossibly deeper.The morning began with sunrise yoga on the wide terrace overlooking the sea. I had convinced him to try it with me, spreading two mats on the warm stone as the sky painted itself in soft pinks and golds. I moved through the gentle poses with ease, breathing in the salty air. Nikolai, however…“My strong, powerful king,” I teased, biting back laughter as he attempted downward dog and nearly toppled sideways. His powerful frame, all broad shoulders and corded muscle, looked comically out of place trying to balance. “You’re supposed to breathe, not grunt like you’re interrogatin

Mine

Liora’s POVThe last morning on the island felt like a gentle sigh from the universe — soft golden light spilling through the curtains, the distant sound of waves whispering goodbye. I woke slowly to the heavenly aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries, and the feeling of warm, reverent lips brushing across my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose.“Wake up, moya koroleva,” Nikolai murmured, his deep voice wrapped around me like a blanket. “I couldn’t let our last day start without spoiling you one more time.”I opened my eyes to find our bedroom transformed into something out of a fairytale. Rose petals in soft pinks and creams were scattered across the sheets and floor. A beautiful rolling cart stood beside the bed, loaded with all my favorites — ripe strawberries glistening with dew, warm croissants, yogurt drizzled with golden honey, fresh fruit salad, and perfectly brewed coffee steaming in elegant cups.Nikolai sat propped against the headboard, shirtless and breathtaking, ho

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