Mila
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
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