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Chapter 18: Scandalous
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The second I step out of the elevator, Maximilian drops his jaw and immediately tries to compose himself, pretending not to be shocked or surprised by how I look. The change is minimal- instead of the baggy pants and shirt, the jeans and top I chose hug my curves- but I know that it's causing an impression.An army of assistants follows Farrah down the stairs, and they arrive just as I join Maximilian near the lobby. "It seems like you got everything you need." Maximilian's eyes wander over to the assistants who are carrying dozens of bags and boxes. "I'll have to get them picked up. They won't fit in the car." There's a hint of annoyance in his voice, and that makes me smile. "Yes. I was very thorough," I say in a sweet voice. I can't tell if he's annoyed that I'm making him spend so much money or because the sheer volume of clothes presents a logistical challenge to whatever his plans are. "We can have everything delivered to your apartment, Mr. Thorn." Farrah hands me a smaller
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After a quick shower, I grab the scandalous dress I picked back at the store. It takes me a while to find it in the pile of boxes and hangers that has been delivered to the apartment while I was in the bathroom. And just when I start to wonder what I'm supposed to do about hair and makeup, a team of cheerful and colorful people bursts in. "You must be Helena! We're going to make you look great tonight!" the oldest-looking of them says effusively. "I'm Hugo, by the way. Pleasure to meet you." He saunters over and kisses my cheeks, completely unfazed by the fact that I'm only wearing a towel. "Hi," is all I manage to say, but I return his enthusiasm with a smile. "I, um. I was going to get dressed." "Oh don't you worry, honey! We got this!" says a lady, snatching the dress from my hands and heading toward the hallway. "We're here to fix any alterations your wardrobe might need." She continues to speak but her voice fades away as she moves farther away. The team springs into action,
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Maximilian's grip on my hand tightens the second we enter the museum, making me glance in his direction. Is he... nervous? Or is he trying to be reassuring with me? Either possibility is beyond anything I would expect of a man who seconds ago had just threatened me so I would behave. The music inside engulfs us. It's a mellow, classical song, which is instantly drowned by the hundreds of conversations taking place inside the dimly lit space. So many eyes follow us as he leads me toward an enormous bar set up in an open courtyard. Fairy lights hang from fruit trees, giving the place an ethereal, fairy-like atmosphere. "Do you want champagne?" he asks, not bothering to wait for me to answer. He grabs two bubbly flutes from a waiter's tray and hands one to me. "Even if you can't shift, I presume you can hold your alcohol down." "Maybe. Maybe not," I say teasingly, downing the champagne in one go. It makes my throat ache but I do my best to conceal it. The thinnest smile forms
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Now that he's left me here, I don't know what to do, so I look at the painting for a little longer and move on to another. I hadn't intended to piss him off so badly, and I don't really know what I said that angered him so much. Some people look at me curiously, but thankfully, no one approaches me. Just as my eyes wander, trying to find where the bathroom is, I feel someone jerk my arm from behind. "What...?" "We have to leave. Now." Tommy escorts me through the crowd, roughly making his way between people. Some stare at him and one even yells at us for bumping into them. "What's going on? Is Maximilian all right?" I ask, trying to keep my voice down. Tommy pauses for a split second and then continues heading toward the exit. "Don't tell me you like him now." "No, it's just that he disappeared... Tommy! Stop! Please, tell me what's happening." He ignores me. Soon, we're outside, and Tommy pulls my hand down the steps, almost making me trip. "Get in the car." Rushing to the
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When I wake up, the first thing I realize is that I'm on a huge bed, and my wedding gown lies next to me, crumpled up in a messy pile of white taffeta and lace. It's chilly and damp. a steady soft pattering tells me it's raining outside. The room I'm in is blindingly white, and for a second, I begin to panic. They couldn't have brought me to a mental institution, could they? But it doesn't smell of disinfectant or bleach, but rather, like lavender, with a twang of something sweet. The bed and pillows are satiny, and the room is far too big to be an institution. When I lift my head, I begin to feel tipsy, as if I had been drinking with an empty stomach. But my body feels fine, other than a few sore places around my arms and legs. My head hurts a little, too. My vision clears up quickly, and I sigh with relief. I'm definitely in not an institution... But I also have no idea where I am. Enormous windows covered by equally white and pristine curtains line up the walls. The space
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Ours? Maximilian seems to relish in watching me figure out what he meant; his wicked smile now reaches his eyes. "So if I were you, I'd be a good girl and try to make this whole thing more pleasant for everyone involved," he says and leaves the room. I hear the key click behind him. I sit there, still trying to make sense of the situation I'm in. Not only am I a hostage, but I'm meant to bear him children. Of course, that was the whole reason for marrying me off to Alpha Jack in the first place. But I had been so sure that I would be able to escape him before I had to sleep with him... And he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would just take me by force. Maximilian, though... I get up and head to the door at the back of the room. Thankfully, it's an equally modern and pristine bathroom, and I get a shower going. There are piles of white, fluffy towels, and all sorts of shampoos and lotions in a corner. The water that pours down from my body is brown, possibly from them
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Now that he's left me here, I don't know what to do, so I look at the painting for a little longer and move on to another. I hadn't intended to piss him off so badly, and I don't really know what I said that angered him so much. Some people look at me curiously, but thankfully, no one approaches me. Just as my eyes wander, trying to find where the bathroom is, I feel someone jerk my arm from behind. "What...?" "We have to leave. Now." Tommy escorts me through the crowd, roughly making his way between people. Some stare at him and one even yells at us for bumping into them. "What's going on? Is Maximilian all right?" I ask, trying to keep my voice down. Tommy pauses for a split second and then continues heading toward the exit. "Don't tell me you like him now." "No, it's just that he disappeared... Tommy! Stop! Please, tell me what's happening." He ignores me. Soon, we're outside, and Tommy pulls my hand down the steps, almost making me trip. "Get in the car." Rushing to the
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After a quick shower, I grab the scandalous dress I picked back at the store. It takes me a while to find it in the pile of boxes and hangers that has been delivered to the apartment while I was in the bathroom. And just when I start to wonder what I'm supposed to do about hair and makeup, a team of cheerful and colorful people bursts in. "You must be Helena! We're going to make you look great tonight!" the oldest-looking of them says effusively. "I'm Hugo, by the way. Pleasure to meet you." He saunters over and kisses my cheeks, completely unfazed by the fact that I'm only wearing a towel. "Hi," is all I manage to say, but I return his enthusiasm with a smile. "I, um. I was going to get dressed." "Oh don't you worry, honey! We got this!" says a lady, snatching the dress from my hands and heading toward the hallway. "We're here to fix any alterations your wardrobe might need." She continues to speak but her voice fades away as she moves farther away. The team springs into action,
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 19: Keep His Head
The second I step out of the elevator, Maximilian drops his jaw and immediately tries to compose himself, pretending not to be shocked or surprised by how I look. The change is minimal- instead of the baggy pants and shirt, the jeans and top I chose hug my curves- but I know that it's causing an impression.An army of assistants follows Farrah down the stairs, and they arrive just as I join Maximilian near the lobby. "It seems like you got everything you need." Maximilian's eyes wander over to the assistants who are carrying dozens of bags and boxes. "I'll have to get them picked up. They won't fit in the car." There's a hint of annoyance in his voice, and that makes me smile. "Yes. I was very thorough," I say in a sweet voice. I can't tell if he's annoyed that I'm making him spend so much money or because the sheer volume of clothes presents a logistical challenge to whatever his plans are. "We can have everything delivered to your apartment, Mr. Thorn." Farrah hands me a smaller
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 18: Scandalous
"What?!" I blurt out, just as Maximilian swerves into a driveway in front of a high-end luxury store building. "You need clothes." That's all he says as he steps out of the car and hands the keys to a valet parking guy. I fumble with the seatbelt, my hands shaking, and Maximilian is by my door, opening it. "Dearest," he says with a devilish grin. "Let me help you with that." He bends over me, his face passing dangerously close to mine. I catch a whiff of his smell and my back stiffens. It's so damn delicious that for a second, it's easy to forget this is my captor and enemy. I speak through gritted teeth. "What. Did. You. Mean." The seatbelt clicks and it slides back to its place as Maximilian turns toward me, his nose almost brushing mine. "Let's go, darling. We need to get you out of that stained, sweaty shirt." I can smell his minty breath as he holds there for a second and gives me a slow peck on the cheek right before pulling his torso out of the car. He extends a h
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My jaw drops."Thorn?" I say, as if I hadn't heard the name clearly. "Maximilian is my grandson. Not a lot of people know in the pack, and I'm trusting you with this knowledge because it might help you." "I... I don't think I understand," I say. Help me with what?Ada sighs as if frustrated with my lack of comprehension. "Maximilian carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, fighting battles on dozens of fronts. His ways may not be the most ethical or legal, but everything he does is to protect Shadowmist pack. Sometimes there are innocent people caught along the way, and I believe humanizing him might help you understand him and the motivations behind the things he does." Ada stands and heads towards a back door without waiting for me to reply. But I don't want to understand Maximilian.Everything I've seen and heard about him so far paints such a different story from the one I've heard for such a long time. The truth is that I'm still his captive and my reality is the com
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Tommy pulls away a second before the door opens. "I knew it." I gasp in surprise, but also with relief. It's not Maximilian, but I also have no idea who the pregnant woman standing at the door is. "Special guest, my ass! I knew you were with some girl!" The woman storms in and slams her fist against Tommy's shoulder. He cringes with pain, apparently still feeling the aftermath of his wounds. His eyes dart between me and the woman, and I sit there, at a loss for words. Is this his girlfriend or something? His very pregnant girlfriend? "Lilly, stop! What are you doing here?!" Tommy grabs her hands and stops her from hitting him again. "Calm down." Lilly looks at me with rage, her eyes wandering all over my bruised body. As she realizes the state I'm in, her eyes widen. "Did you... did you do this to her?" She backs away, pulling her hands from Tommy's grasp. "None of this is what it looks like," Tommy says, more to me than to Lilly. This seems to infuriate her again. "Fuck
