Mila
Jonathan“What the hell was that for?” My best friend demanded as I flexed my fingers after punching him.“You know.” I gritted out, feeling myself getting more worked up as I thought about it.He laughed, the sound cold and bitter. “This is about her brother, isn’t it?” I remained silent. He wiped the blood trickling from the side of his mouth as he said, “I did what I had to do. What you weren’t doing.”“And what would that be?” I didn’t wait for his answer as I said, “Going against my wishes.”He shrugged. “You told me he must look like a part.”“But I didn’t say to hurt him.” The sight of Dante had surprised even me. I had specifically told not to hurt
Mila I tuned out the ceremony with every word from the Priest's mouth. I felt going far away from the present until Jonathan’s words pulled me out of my daze when he said in his deep voice filling me with surprise. “I wrote my own vows.” Gazing up, I met his grey eyes as he pulled me closer, holding the fingers of both my hands in his, his thumbs making small circles at the back of my hands. I felt a tremor run through me as he started speaking, “Io, Jonathan Byrne Sokolov, giuro di proteggerti, Carmella Sicilian, per il resto della mia vita.” I, Jonathan Byrne Sokolov, vow to protect you, Carmella Sicilian, for the rest of my life. I stared at him as the Italian words registered in my mind. My mind spun and my heart beat double it’s rhythm. “Giuro che ti amerò sempre, ti amerò e ti metterò al di sopra di ogni altra cosa..” I vow I will always
JonathanI watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and she crumpled down. Before she could hit the floor I caught her and gathered her in my arms, securing her soft body against mine. I picked her up, ignoring that Lachlan and Jasper were currently disarming her father and dragging him away as I had asked them to. Her brother however didn’t care about his father, instead he came forward with a scowl on his face as he demanded, “What happened to her?”“She fainted.” I said, feeling his eyes glaring at me. Although he was younger than Mila, his eyes were a carbon copy of hers as he glared at me. “What?” I gritted out, not liking the way he was looking at me like I was responsible for her unconsciousness.“She shouldn’t have ever met you.” He announced. I didn’t say anything as I stepped down from th
MilaI watched as his grey eyes hardened and he looked furious. Good. I was too. And I wasn’t just furious, I was heartbroken. I was tired. I was sad. I hated the man I loved. And all I wanted right now was to curl up on the floor and give up even as my body wanted to step further and hide into his chest.He stood up and closed the distance between us as he said, “I didn’t marry you just because of our family’s rivalry. I married you because I love you. I married you because I wanted to keep you safe. I married you to keep your brother safe because he is important to you.”I swallowed the rush of tears and suppressed the way my heart soaked up his words, and looked away from him. I said, “It doesn’t matter. You knew….” I took a shaky breath as I continued, “You knew that this was going to happen and you di
Jonathan “Jonathan…” She gasped as I grabbed her legs and pulled them over my shoulders one by one till she was open to me. I watched through a curtain of water, some of the droplets sliding down from her chest to her stomach and then disappearing into her dark bush, as she rested back against the tiled wall and looked down at me. Then I focused on my task, as I used my thumbs to part her pussy lips, revealing her sensitive pink flesh for my eyes. She was glistening for me, already wet and ready and my mouth watered with her scent. I looked up and met her gaze, her hazel eyes were dark now, more brown than green as she peered down at me with her bottom lip rolled between her teeth. She looked delectable with her breasts bared and nipples turned into aroused hard buds. I lightly caressed her clit and enjoyed the way she sucked in a breath. “Tell
MilaI dropped down on my knees as I said, “Now, it’s my turn.”Last night I was in need of the comfort that only his arms around me could provide. I slept hearing his strong heartbeat and cocooned in his warmth but now all I needed was to make him feel good after everything he had done for me even though it wasn’t what I wanted. Now as he looked down at me, his grey eyes were clouded with lust and love, I thought to myself that how fucking beautiful he was. All golden and tamed strength just for me. So fucking enticing as I gazed up at him.His hard length bobbed in front of me and I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling him twitch against my palm. I felt his hand coming down at the back of my head in a light caress. I pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock and delighted in the soft exhale he let out. It was a miracle that a man like hi
MilaI took a deep breath as we stepped out of the room into the corridor. A chill trailed down my spine as I faced the prospect of going downstairs and meeting his family again. God, I hated those men. If I could I would kill them in their sleep and not feel an ounce of guilt. But then I would be lying to myself because when I had the chance, when I had the knife pressed to Olezka’s throat, I saw that flicker of uncertainty, almost a fear of the fragile human life and I couldn't do it. It didn’t matter that how much consumed I was with hatred, I just couldn’t do it.“Hey,” Jonathan murmured as he tipped my chin up and curled his other arm around my arm. I looked up at him, he said, “Chin up. And be the tigress that I know you are.”My stomach tensed and I circled his wrist with my fingers, wanting to touch him and fee
JonathanNo one sat or ate anything while I paced on the marble floor, worrying why the fuck my father wanted to talk to her alone. I was counting down the minutes for my father to come back with her. I was sure he wouldn’t hurt her but I still didn’t like that he took her away to somewhere else in the house.“What is taking them so long?” Dante grumbled his question, the same one I was asking myself even though it hadn’t been five minutes yet.I clenched my jaw and looked at the corner where they had disappeared. I wanted to go there and make sure she was okay. I looked down at my watch. Another two minutes. Fuck it. I started to walk in the direction of the hallway when they rounded the corner. Mila was by Jasper’s side while my father walked in front of them.I tried to gauge h
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.”
JeremiahI 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.
Mila I barged through the circle of men, pushing them aside, ignoring their curses and warnings. My feet came to a sudden halt and my stomach recoiled at what I saw. My husband was on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, with bruises marring his beautiful face. This beautiful, god like man was here, in this position because of me. For me. His stormy grey eyes darkened as they fell on me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He gritted out from the corner of his mouth that was bleeding along with a gash near his eyebrow. “Jona—” Rough hands grabbed me from either side, held my arms in tight grip as they pulled me back, imprisoning me. “Don't touch her.” Jonathan growled. Then his head snapped to the side and he said, “I broke the rule. I killed my father, leave her out of this.” I was trying
MilaI turned toJasper as Jonathan stepped out of the car, making my stomach squeeze painfully in dread. “What is he doing?” Instead of answering me, Jasper pulled the car from the curb and started to drive, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.“Oh... No...”I turned around at the horrified gasp from Sia. With my knees on the passenger seat I put my hand on the leather seat and turned around to look out through the rear window just in time to see how a group of men holding assault rifles circled around my husband and one of them punched him hard in the stomach.“Stop the fucking car!” I yelled at Jasper and tried to pull at his arm. My heart was screaming to get my husband back by my side.He easily shrugged
Jonathan My brave, beautiful and stupid wife. God, how I wished to kiss her and throttle her at the same time. “Jasper, remember what I told you yesterday morning,” I said to Jasper, meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror. He nodded silently. My wife was right, he would listen to her and do everything she says. But not if it meant putting her in harm's way and this new running away mission she was on would definitely get her killed and everyone in this car. “What?” Mila demanded. “What did you say to him?” When I didn’t give her an answer she turned to Jasper. “What did he tell you to do?” Jasper too remained silent but of course, my little mouse wasn’t one to stay quiet. If she wanted something she would get it done just like she made a fool of myself just so she could get on with her fanci