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JonathanHer fingers were cold in my hand and she even tried to wrench them free but I wasn't ready to let go. I’d never let go even when her eyes look at me with hatred in them. “We are not going to live here.” I said, my eyes leveling on my father. It’d be a cold day in hell when I’d keep her in close proximity with my insane brother.“You will, if you want me to accept your story.” My father replied, his lips curled in a sneer.“YA ne sobirayus’ tebya slushat’. YA Pakhan. Ya otdayu prikazy.” I gritted out. I am not going to listen to you. I am the Pakhan. I give orders. My eyes went to the men sitting there and I said, “Gentlemen, please tell my father what it means to step down. He can't order me around.”“Apologies, Pakhan, but now it's your family matter a
Jonathan “Where is he?” I questioned as I walked up to Lachlan. I had decided that talking to him outside the house, away from ears inside would be best considering the subject. “And what the fuck happened to you?” I questioned when I noticed a gash above his forehead, half hidden by his hair. “It’s what I get when I try to save someone’s arse.” I frowned at him. He sighed. “Like you said, your father and Olezka were already planning. And yes the photo he sent had him coming for her. But not the Sicilian they wanted.” “Of course not. That old bastard doesn’t care a whim about his daughter, for him she was just a monetary chip.” I gritted out. “Yeah, but her left behind fiance seems very much interested even after knowing that she’s under your protection.” Lachlan said, making me pause and the expression on his face didn’t bod
Mila Past “Where are we going?” I asked as my father pushed me inside a car. “You remain silent and do as you are told.” He said and slammed the door on my face. I sat inside the car as he took the front seat beside his driver, Farokh. When my eyes met Farokh, he looked at me with pity which made me wary. I didn't understand what it was about but I was tenseand nervous about where my father was taking me. It had been too long since I stepped outside the house. I didn't have many friends to go out with like other girls my age seem to do, not that I had any chance to make them when I was home schooled under the straight guidance of the men that my father had kept to keep eyes over me. My only solace was Dante, my little brother. After a s
JonathanRage still burned inside me and my chest ached for what she had been through. In the beginning her reluctance had made sense when she had fed me the story about her made up ex boyfriend who had abused her but now I understood her fear and the reason why she had been so afraid to give in to my demands. I wasn’t lying when I said that I will avenge her. I will. I will make those men pay for what they did to my little mouse.But right now I needed this. And I knew she needed this too after what she had to relive by telling me what had happened to her. Her father should be whipped and castrated before burned alive for what he had allowed to happen to his own daughter. I would die a hundred deaths before I would let any harm come to my daughter. The thought made me pause for a moment as I wondered what my daughter would look like. Will she have my eyes or Mila’s hazel one
MilaI felt my heart finally slowing down as I caressed his sweat slicked back. His words still echoing in my ears after several long minutes. So long, that I was sure he was asleep on top of me. I smiled softly as he let out a quiet snore near my ear where his lips brushed my soft skin with his every breath confirming my guess.I pressed a kiss on his shoulder and whispered softly, “I love you more.”He was still wearing his shirt as he had been too busy making me squirm and scream with pleasure to stop for anything else. I pushed at his shoulder and bit down on my lower lip as his cock twitched inside me. I sucked in a breath as my walls fluttered in pleasure but paused as finally what just happened registered in my mind when I felt the wetness seeping out of me.With a grunt I pushed him off me, he rolled over and plopped down on
MilaI hate it here, I thought to myself as I sat down on the sofa watching the stupid commercial on the tv.My perfect days had turned into nothing but something that I couldn’t endure anymore. I live in a picturesque house by the lake with a man that I love but I was not happy. I slept alone, if I could that was, and woke up alone without his strong arms or his tantalizing scent surrounding me. The breakfast and dinner were a sad affair with me and Sia sitting there and pushing our food around on the plate without any conversation to liven it as the fight between me and Jonathan was palpable in the air, and Sia knew not to ask about it.I hadn’t seen Jonathan much since that night three days ago and I was starting to think that he was purposely avoiding me, not that I was very keen to talk to him. But, damnit, I missed the fucking arsehole. He didn’t even give me a chance
Mila I stepped out of the car, not at all sure of what was going to happen. I wanted Jonathan here with me, by my side. I missed him at this moment more than I ever did. It was a bitter pill to swallow and more difficult than I thought to admit that I was scared to be here without him. The monsters living in this house scare me. I turned to Jasper and as if reading my mind, he said, “We will meet him shortly, Miss.” I huddled closer to him as we walked toward the double doors, a middle-aged man opened the door and unlike before Lachlan gestured to the opposite side of the house. We entered a short foyer and a woman with a kind smile and kind eyes greeted both the men before her eyes fell on me. She grabbed my arms gently as she said, “O razve ona ne krasavitsa? YA tak schastliv, chto Dzhonatan Dzhas nakonets reshil ustroit’sya. Iyere
Jonathan The moment I opened the bedroom door something came at me. I ducked in time to miss the water bottle from hitting me in the face as it hit the half opened door and dropped down on the floor. Brows drawn I looked down at the item and when I looked up she was in my face. “Who the fuck do you think you are!” She gritted out as she pressed her palms on my chest and pushed me back. And when I didn’t back away like she had expected, she curled those delicate fingers into fists and hit me with them. A throat cleared behind me, I turned my head slightly to find Lachlan and Jasper looking at me and then at the woman who was hitting me with their eyes wide open and brows arched up on their foreheads. I slammed the door in their faces and curled my fingers around her wrists as I turned us around and slammed her back agai
NINA I woke up to the sensation of cold seeping into my body. When I blinked my eyes, my cheek was pressed on something cold and hard. Concrete. Rough, unyielding, and damp. My head throbbed, my body a twisted coil of aches and bruises. And the air around me was thick with something pungent—coppery, metallic, the scent of rusted iron and dried blood. Darkness pressed in around me, thick and suffocating. My fingers twitched against the floor, searching for something, anything, to anchor me. But all I found was the sharp bite of chains wrapped around my wrist and ankle. Panic tore through me. No. No, no, no. I tugged, yanking hard, but the metal didn’t budge. It only cut deeper, biting into my skin. My breath shuddered out, my heart raced in my chest. Think. Think. Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remember— The park. The woods. The chase. Lachlan. But it wasn’t Lachlan who had caught me. The masked man had manhandled me and then... drugged me. My hand
Twisted Marriage: A Dark MMF Mafia Romance Now Released!!!_____INNESSA ______ “There you are.” I shuddered at his slimy voice. Zaman pulled me toward him, the man almost twice my age my father engaged me to. “I was looking for you.” “Let me go.” I said, keeping my fear at bay. He was a kind of man who feasted on my fear. The first time I had tried to appeal to his kindness he had laughed in my face and told me to forget that I’ll ever get out of this arrangement. “I will.” He stepped closer into me. His alcohol laced breath making me gag. “But first, I want to have a kiss from my soon to be bride.” “We are not married yet,” I replied, inching away from him. “We will be. Only a month.” Pain burned around my wrist where he so mercilessly gripped me, but anger was also overpowering. “Oh, don’t be shy... you are going to be my wife soon enough. Your father all but sold you to me.” Not just a month. But one month. Two weeks. Three days. But who’s counting, right? And
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Epilogue II Four years later… Jonathan “What are you doing?” I questioned as my wife entered my home office and closed the door behind her. I was still angry at her for going out during the curfew with her friends but this woman wasn’t someone you could stay mad at. In the four years since we have been together I could write a book on the things she had made me angry for and on the other hand I can count it on three fingers for the times I had managed to keep up my anger and hold back from her for more than an hour. But yesterday was one of those few days which sent me to a point of no return. I glared at her as once again the cold fear gritted me when I had re
Epilogue Seven months later… Capetown Mila I slid out of the bed, my hand going to my protruding belly where our son was currently playing football with my bladder. I patted softly as I muttered, “Stop it, little cub, mama is awake.” I looked across the room at the small digital clock and realized that it was four in the morning. Even before I woke up I knew Jonathan wasn't in the bed with me. In the last few months he had focused on me and in expanding his wine business as much as h
MilaI married into a family of lunatics, I just prayed and hoped to god that this lunacy doesn’t affect my baby.The moment Jasper walked inside the door I knew something was wrong and he confirmed it when he said that he was taking me to the airport. Why? Because my husband wanted me safe which includes keeping me away from him and sending me to a corner of the world where no one could find me. I was all for it until I had something to lose. And for me that was Jonathan and for my baby it’s father.So like a nice human being, I kindly asked Jasper to take me back to my husband but very unkindly he repeated my husband’s words to me, “I am sorry, Mrs Sokolov but he also said, ‘If she doesn’t obey, drug her’ and I really do not want to do it.”Because I am a really good p
JonathanWhen I reached upstairs I found my brother standing in his bedroom. He asked without facing me, “Why did you keep all of this?”Emotions clogged my throat as I thought about all the years I spent cursing our fate. Wishing that it had been me instead of him. Praying that he would come back. And now looking at him, I couldn’t form words. Without saying anything, I closed the distance between us and hugged him from behind.There was a moment where he stood still and I doubted that he even breathed, before he turned around and hugged me properly. “I couldn’t seal it all away. I missed you every single day for twelve years, Jeremy. And I can’t explain it in words how happy I am that you are here.”He patted my back and when we parted I watched him blinking away his tears
JonathanThe funeral was a big fanfare. Not because all those people who attended my father’s funeral were his friends or respected him, only because they were showing their loyalty to the Sokolov family to not have any repercussions. The ruling family of the Russian mafia. And even then most of them weren’t here to bid goodbye to my dead father, no, they were here to see the man who had come back from the dead.They were here to speculate and show their surprise and their sympathy. Sympathy on how a father who mourned his son to his last breath didn’t get to see him alive. They blamed it on fate. But I say it was Karma. They were here to wonder how a man like Gerard Sokolov could die in his sleep. Because they didn’t know that he was killed, murdered by his own daughter in law.“Knyaz.”
Jeremiah I stood at the threshold of the room that was kept as a souvenir where I lost a part of me. A part that makes me hate my own reflection and a part that made me fill with deep seated bitterness that refused to leave me. Because of which now I could no longer look at my own reflection without feeling rage and disgust at what I see and when I see it only feel the need to cause mayhem. From what I had heard, my father kept it as a reminder to get revenge from the man who was responsible for his loss of a wife and his heir. But me... seeing this, all I wanted to do was to alight it once again so that I wouldn’t have to recall the heat I had felt, the blow to my head, the sender of betrayal that had consumed me, the blood that had seeped out of my mother from the bullet between her chest. Like me, she hadn’t expected that. I had almost wanted to laugh at her because she had been talking about karma when she had told me what she planned to do and then she herself was betrayed