All Chapters of The Mute Bride For The Don: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A scream rang out into the air, vibrating through the room, and my eyes narrowed when I found Volkov on the floor, still screaming and clutching his leg. Blood spread across the red carpet endlessly, and Vanya stood several feet away with the gun still locked in both hands. Her arms were trembling so violently that the weapon looked ready to slip from them. The second her eyes found me, the gun clattered to the floor and she ran straight into me, her fists twisted into the front of my shirt, her words tumbling out shakily as she shivered uncontrollably. She kept staring down at her own hands like she didn’t recognize them anymore, sobbing against my chest. “He was going to force me—I didn’t mean to—he wouldn’t stop—I only shot because he—” The words tumbled out of her mouth as tears streamed down her face. “I know,” I cut her off before she could say a word more. My arms closed around her, holding on to her trembling body. I cupped her chin, forcing her to stop looking at him an

Ivan’s jaw tightened. His eyes went lethal.“Careful, woman, or you will be next!” he seethed. “Do not do anything stupid.”Anastasia swallowed hard, but she gathered whatever courage was left in her and still pushed forward. “What you did was not right! You killed Dimitri!—”Before Ivan could respond, another voice cut through the air behind us.“Father? What happened to my father? What am I hearing?”Mila stood in the entrance, panic written clearly across her face as her eyes locked on Ivan. “Go on, Ivan. Tell her. Tell her what you did to her father,” Anastasia taunted bitterly, glancing at Ivan. “Tell her exactly what you did to her father for your own selfishness. Go ahead.”Mila looked shocked, and I felt Ivan’s body tense beside me.My throat bobbed. “Mila,” I called out, stepping forward before I could think better of it.“Quiet,” Ivan said sharply, glancing at me. “Don’t say a word!”I nodded. My legs threatened to buckle with each step I took toward the girl, but the guil

How could a person’s life not be a big deal? Was life so little in his eyes? Could he give life so willingly as he takes it?“You kill people for a living. To you it might be nothing. You kill because you derive joy from it. It’s the way you live! But I’ve never lifted a weapon against anyone in my life or fucking used one.”“Never?” he said, voice quiet now. “What about the time you tried to use a knife on me?”I froze as he said those words, and a strange thought enveloped me.Ivan was right. There have always been weapons around the house, almost every time, just like that second time in the cell. Why had I never used one against him?My eyes scanned the room wildly until they landed on a decorative dagger resting on a side table. Ivan’s eyes narrowed, and before he could make a move, I rushed toward it and closed my fingers around the hilt.“Vanya!” Ivan warned, fear flashing in his eyes as he took slow, careful steps toward me.“Don’t move any closer!” I warned, backing away from

I retreated indoors and let Marco handle the rest. By the time the discrepancy was resolved and the rest of the business was concluded, it was well past midnight.I returned to the main house, dismissed Marco, and went straight upstairs.When I reached the bedroom, the first thing I noticed was how dark the room was. I found the switch on the wall and turned it on.Vanya was on the bed, fast asleep, but something was off about her.I rushed toward her, only to see her covered in sweat and shivering despite her eyes being tightly shut. I held out a hand toward her forehead, and muttered a damn curse.Vanya was burning up.Her skin was damp with fever, and her breathing was shallow. She had kicked the covers off and was still shivering. I woke her only long enough to get medicine into her, then spent the rest of the night alternating between cool clothes on her forehead and quiet checks of her temperature.I did not sleep. I couldn’t. I sat in the chair beside the bed and watched the ri

One of his hands immediately tangled in my hair, moulding to the back of my skull as I bobbed up and down his huge cock. Saliva leaked at the corner of my mouth as I tried to take his length in, but could only manage half of it.“Fuck, baby.” Ivan grunted, his hands wrapping around my hair as I moaned around his cock.I worked him into my mouth, slurping and forcing my mouth to accommodate him. I used my tongue along the underside the way I had learned he liked and when I glanced up, Ivan’s head was tipped back. His throat bobbed as the muscles in his abdomen held tight.Suddenly, he folded one leg, then the other, propping his hips and making me gasp as he pushed his lengthy cock hard into my mouth without warning. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes as my mouth turned messy with saliva. I tried to move back, but Ivan fisted my hair, holding me there as I gagged in his cock. He held me there for a second longer before easing the pressure, just enough for me to breathe.“Iv