Mila
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Jonathan It had been eight days since I brought her here to the lake house. It was just one of the houses that I had invested in but never looked twice at. But when the doctors discharged her, I needed a place for her where I could be sure that she’d be safe. Taking her back to the penthouse where she had been so brutally attacked didn’t feel right, so I brought her here. She looked happy here, comfortable even, as she walked barefoot with Sia by her side on the wet grass by the lake. “He is getting impatient.” Lachlan said as he came to stand beside me on the front steps of the house. He was the only person I trusted right now and he was the one I was getting all the updates from. “Tell him to fuck off. He doesn’t get to order me anymore.” I replied. “Until the first meeting where you give your proof for the claim you made,
MilaI sighed as his fingers combed through my hair and carefully eased the knots in them. I closed my eyes my head resting against his muscular chest as we sat in a rocking chair, looking out the patio door. The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and purple but what had me sighing in contentment was the man whose one arm was around my waist and another on the back of my head.I grabbed his wrist that was resting on my stomach and turned his hand between mine. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened to your fingers?” I asked. I have asked this same questions for the last few days and he hadn’t answered me once.“It’s nothing.” The same answer he had been giving me every time.“Then let me check…” I wasn’t going to but I touched the white bandaged and he pus
Mila Jonathan didn’t come back to the bedroom after our fight. And no matter how much I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned in the bed, my whole body strung up tight as his words from earlier replayed in my mind in a loop. And I couldn’t help but feel like those words and what he was referring them to would decide our relationship in the future. And because I wanted a relationship with him in the future more than anything at this point, as he was right I really did not have anywhere to go but not just that I did not want to leave him. I loved him. I have known that for some time now, but lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling I finally accepted it to myself. I loved Jonathan, the son of a Russian Pakhan who wanted to kill me and my family. With a soft exhale, I sat up in the bed and slipped my legs on the other s
Mila Once he was seated deep inside me, filling me, we looked into each other’s eyes. He demanded silently without any words and I answered, “I am yours.” He pulled out making us both groan as his thickness stretched my walls and then slid back in. I said, “I belong to you.” Again. “Fuck, Jonathan. Faster.” I demanded, my legs widening on their own accord for more of him. “Say it.” He demanded, his grey eyes glittered down at me. “This body belongs to you.” I offered. Another smooth thrust. This one deep, so much that it touched new places and made my insides stretch to accommodate him. “Everything of mine belongs to you.” Rough. Hard. His nostrils flared and he looked like a man
Jonathan I looked into her hazel eyes, they were bright and soft and filled with her love for me. I wanted to live in this moment forever, to have this woman who had seen all the hurt and still was choosing to love me. I didn't deserve it but for the moment I wanted to bask in its warmth. I wanted to capture it for the time when those hazel eyes would look at me with disdain and pain in them. And I knew they would, there was no changing the future because I had made sure of it. And even if I got a chance I wouldn't change it, not a thing, because I wanted her too much to change anything. “Do you think I can get rid of this anytime soon?” She asked as she held up her hand in a cast, her lips pursed in an adorable pout, making me dip down and kiss her softly. I shook my head. “No. You still have another two weeks before it comes off.”
Mila I had only come out to have a glass of water but angry voices had stopped me short and then I had heard him. My golden panther had sounded lethal and cutting as he was saying, “—that makes her a part of my family.” My heart had stopped before restarting again. “Two days. And not more than that.” The older man with glassy blue eyes like the frozen lake had replied, “I am starting to think you were just trying to push the inevitable and you don’t have anything to back up your claim. So I am giving you two days and after that I’ll have these very men coming here and dragging her by her hair to me so I could right the wrong done so many years ago.” He turned around and tapped his cane with every step he walked out, leaving a frigid cold behind. Now as my protective golden God hugged me tight to himself, I felt my heart trembling as if it feared what
JonathanMy blood was rushing through my veins like I have been injected with multiple doses of drugs. And, it was all because of the woman sitting beside me and where I was taking her. Although I was armed and Lachlan was too, I was still unsettled to have her here. I looked at her, her face was in profile and she was biting down on her lower lip. Her fingers were tightly clutching mine and I could feel her anxiety as if my own.“Mila…” She startled at my voice and looked at me with her anxious hazel eyes. I cupped her cheek and said, “I won’t let them hurt you.” I was repeating my promise and she nodded like every time. “Just trust me, okay?”She placed her hand on mine and replied, “I do.”“Know that whatever I will do and say is to protect you. And please, don’t show t
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
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