•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ Nikolai pulled himself out of me, and I winced once again from the slight friction. He lay on his back and stared at the dark sky above us. He glanced at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me to his side. My head rested on his bicep as I put my hand over his heart, feeling it beat under my hand. His hand went to my lower stomach, and he caressed it gently. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine..." He let out a dry breath. "How much does it hurt?" I shook my head. "Just a little..." He kissed my forehead. "You can tell me, Evangeline..." I smiled. "I'm fine, Nikolai; it just stings a little. It feels sore..." "I would have fucked you again if you weren't." My face lost color as I thought about doing it again while I was still sore. I rubbed my thighs together and felt something thick and wet between my legs. I propped up on my elbow and looked down at my thighs; I gasped as I noticed the blood that was smeared on my inner thighs. The
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ I failed. I fucking failed. There is always a first time for everything; failure has never been a part of my life. I have never uttered the words “I have failed” before today. I'm a fucking perfectionist. I like to plan my life, my day, and my future; she was never supposed to be a part of this—a big fucking part. I was officially fucked. I promised myself. I fucking promised myself that I won't ever make a woman my weakness. I won't follow in my father's footsteps. I won't let anyone control me with a woman. I failed myself. My mind can't form coherent thoughts when she is near me. I think about her first before doing anything. I now have to think long and hard about her before making a decision even if it is about my business. Thousands of thoughts race through my mind—how will this affect her? Will it hurt her? Will I be putting her in danger of any kind? At this point, she can just cut off my dick and wear it around her neck to symbolize how much pow
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "Do you remember anything?" Nikolai asked with a deep frown etched on his forehead. I touched the back of my neck and gave my head a shake. "No, I passed out a few times while I was in Ignacio's captivity; maybe, he planted something when I was unconscious." "You didn't feel anything?" "Nope, I was in so much pain physically and mentally; I don't think I could have remembered such a tiny incision on the back of my neck." He ran his teeth over his bottom lip and raked a hand through his hair frustratedly. "I'm going to call our surgeon, and he will safely remove it from the back of your neck, baby girl?" I nodded, I felt a little uneasy, but Nikolai was going to be there. I again touched the back of my neck, trying to feel something, but there was nothing. "It's gonna be fine, alright?" "Okay..." Nikolai left the bedroom, probably to call his surgeon—the one that removes bullets from his or his men's bodies without even asking a question. I looked
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I groaned as I lifted my heavy eyelids, I held my head in my hands. I was still laying on my stomach, I placed my palms beside me on the bed and pulled myself up. I blew out a breath as I looked around the empty bedroom. I touched the nape of my neck and found a bandage wrapped over it. They must have pulled out whatever it was. I placed my feet on the ground, feeling lightheaded and a little disorientated. I stood up with the help of the nightstand and walked to the mirror. I turned my back to it and tried to look at the bandage through the mirror, it was nothing big but still quite noticeable. I glanced at the clock and it read seven a.m, my eyes widened as I realized that I slept through an entire day. I went to the bathroom, filled the tub with warm water, and slid inside, soothing my aching limbs with warm water. I didn't wash my hair or else the bandage would have gone wet. Stepping out, I dried my body with a towel and put on a green sundress.
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ I wasn't afraid of anything in this world—guns, knives, threats, none of that could shake me. But those damn feelings? Love? That scared the living shit out of me. The idea of being vulnerable, of giving someone else that kind of power over me, made my skin crawl. I could face down any enemy, but the thought of love made me feel like a goddamn coward. It was the one thing I couldn't control, couldn't predict, and that pissed me off more than anything else. The way it crept up on you, making you weak, making you care—it terrified me to my core. When she asked me if I loved her, said the words out loud; fuck, that was scarier than having a ticking bomb attached to your chest. I stood in front of her like a fucking idiot. I had never been speechless before anyone, I always get the last word but Evangeline has managed to do that as well. I grabbed my fifth glass of whiskey and downed it. I couldn't say it, I don't fucking know what I feel for her. I wanted her, I lik
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "Did you find it?" "We did, it's in our possession right now," Scott answered. I nodded, "I will be there. I just want to fucking end this shit with Bolton. I'm fucking tired of hearing his fucking name!" Scott chuckled on the other line. "That would be a little hard, considering you married his daughter. Elijah Bolton is tied to you for life." "Evangeline isn't Bolton anymore, she is a Costello." "Yeah but that's his blood coursing through her veins," he chuckled. Irritation surged up inside of me, "Don't fucking say shit like that! I have no fucking idea how that scum can father a child like her." Scott laughed out loud at that, "We all get lucky sometimes, don't we?" "Sometimes, I wonder how he'd react if he saw me fucking his daughter," I laughed, "That's the kind of shit I'd pay to see." "That psychopath would have probably tried to kill you." I was sitting on the living room couch when I noticed her walking downstairs, "Wouldn't that be fun?"
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "I take Evangeline with me forever," he declared. I let out a dry laugh. He had balls, I gotta hand it to him but he was also stupid. Courage and stupidity don't go well together, not in my world anyway, "You really think that I'd just hand Evangeline to you because you asked me to?" I raised an eyebrow. Mark's eyes dropped to the floor, most men can't handle looking me straight in the eyes, "Respectfully, Don Niko, she is of no use to you. She didn't know anything about her parents, the girl had lived in isolation her whole life. I know you have taken care of her after her parent's death but it's my responsibility. She is my goddaughter. I'd like to take her with me." I brushed my thumb over my lower lip as I heard him rambling on and on about Evangeline, "Do you even know who she is?" "I have cared for that girl my entire life. I can take better care of her." "That's an impossible feat considering that Evangeline is my wife now." A look of pure shock and
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ A mess. A complete mess. Nikolai had turned the whole living room upside down as he stood in the middle like a raging bull. Rage exuded from him, and a lump formed in my throat as I took in his expression. I kept standing at the last step because there was glass everywhere. His eyes were bloodshot, he was breathing heavily and the way he was staring at me scared me a little... just a little. "Go back to your room," he said lowly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Go back to your room, Evangeline," his tone inferred that he didn't want to talk right now. I saw blood dripping from his hand. If I was wearing my slippers I would have walked toward him and seen it for myself even though I was mad at him but unfortunately, I was barefoot. "Are you hurt?" "Go. Back. To. Your. Room." I crossed my arms over my chest. I was done being ordered around by Nikolai, I won't let him treat me this way, "If you had a bad day at work, you don't have to take it out on me
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•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "Please, please, have mercy..." he groaned out, he could barely breathe but I didn't care as I jabbed another needle into his neck. I frowned, mockingly. "How can I? You don't fucking deserve it!" saying that, I slammed a plier onto his nose, probably breaking it. He let out gibberish as blood trailed down his nose, filling his mouth, and making him gag on it. I was in the tunnels under our mansion, torturing our captives—the ones who deserves it anyway. My hair was in a messy bun and I was wearing a light pink summer dress which was now covered in blood, filthy blood. My husband has gone out of the country leaving me alone with these imbeciles and Lorenzo. I went into the corner to get the toolkit when Lorenzo appeared beside me in a flash, "Let me get this for you." I smiled as we walked back to the man I was torturing. Phew! Even walking is a chore for me nowadays. Lorenzo opened the kit and before me; laid beautiful, the shiniest, and the sharpe
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "I wish you were here, Mama," I whispered as I rolled her diamond ring between my fingers, the same ring I bought for her from Sicily. She would have loved Evangeline. "Ready, Niko?" Scott's voice resounded in the room. I turned and saw Scott and Bianca, she grinned widely at me and ran up to me. She stepped closer to me and pinned a white rose boutonnière to the lapel of my tuxedo. She stepped back and smiled with satisfaction. "Now you look perfect! I'm gonna go check on the bride," saying that, she trotted out of the room leaving me alone with Scott. "What is it, Shitface?" "Nervous?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I furrowed my eyebrows as I realized I wasn't fucking nervous at all. When I was about to get fake-married to Grace, I was going fucking crazy and the thought that Evangeline would be sitting with the guest made me lose my shit but today... I was about to get married to my wife and I felt content, relaxed, and calm. I clicked my tongue, "Not e
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ “THREE MONTHS BEFORE THE BOLTON'S FAMILY MASSACRE” "Mama?!" I went into my parents' home, looking for my mother, "Mama?!" "Niko!" her voice filled my ears and my attention snapped in its direction of it. She stepped out of the kitchen immediately, her face contorting with glee as she saw me, and a wide smile appeared. A maid helped her take the apron off and she came running toward me. My mother, my beautiful mama. She pulled me in a hug, wrapping her arms around me. I rested my chin above her head and smiled, hugging her back. "Oh, I was so scared. I prayed day and night for you to come home safely. I hate this, Niko, first your father and now you. Every time you and your father stay away from home for more than a week, I die a little from the inside, Durak!" "I came to you the second the plane landed," I told her. She pulled back and held my hand, taking me to a couch, "Okay, what did you bring for your mama from Sicily?" She watched me with hopeful b
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I waited for a few moments and then moved closer to the window to see where he had gone. I noticed the flickering light of a drugstore as Nikolai stepped out of it. I frowned, he left me all hot and bothered to get medicine or some shit? Maybe, he was getting condoms or birth control pills. I was still in my thoughts when the door swung open and Nikolai grabbed me like a savage and hovered over me, shutting the door behind him and locking the car. In a second, his hand was on my neck, choking me, pushing me down into the seat. "Shit, you're so fucking hot and it makes me fucking furious that I can't fucking resist you." My hands went to his arm—the one holding me in place. "Furious enough to fuck me like you fucking hate me?" I managed to ask, remembering what he once said to me. A dark look flashed across his face, his eyes turned a shade darker, oh, he was furious alright. "Furious enough to fuck you like I'd fuck a lowlife whore who doesn't even deserv
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "B, I don't know why I am so damn nervous when I am already freakin' married!" I tugged at the wedding dress I was wearing, "Don't you think it's too tight?" "Maybe because now you are getting married to the man you love..." she said as a matter of factly, standing behind me as the woman adjusted the dress. I rolled my eyes, "He was always the man I loved..." I lightly touched the saleswoman's shoulder, "I don't think it's the right dress for me..." She gave me a polite smile, "I'll bring out a few more dresses, Mrs. Costello." Bianca blew out a raspberry, "Nope, he was the man you admired, you had a teen girl crush on him. My cousin, Niko is a handsome man, I have seen how girls throw themselves at him; you were just one of them that's why you jumped into marriage with him without even understanding what it was. You first married him because you wanted him but now it's different. Now you are marrying him because you love him, you need him because h
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ A huge cake was brought out, and Nikolai handed me a knife as I cut into it. His hand was glued to my back the whole night, he didn't let me out of his sight not even for a moment. I met with Alessandro after ages, I had met him once before in Sicily when Nikolai took me to the woods to shoot Grace. I stand corrected in my statement that Alessandro is still my favorite Costello of all—second to Bianca of course. "Happy Birthday, Mrs. Costello." I turned and saw Lorenzo with a gift in his hands. I pulled myself out of Nikolai's grip and jumped into his arms, "Thank you, Lorenzo!" "Here's your gift," he pushed it into me; he didn't hug me back as usual. "Thank you..." I took it and as I was about to hand it to a maid to put it with the mountain of gifts I had received tonight, Lorenzo stopped me. "Open it." I smiled, shaking my head, I pulled at the ribbon. I took off the lid of the box and saw red lipstick, "A lipstick?" "It's not just lipstick, it'
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "Is Nikolai going to be there?" I asked Bianca as I ran my hand through my wet hair, blow-drying them. Today was my twenty-first birthday. Bianca being a party animal as always decided to throw another party for me. Sometimes I think she just needs a reason for partying, nothing else. I really didn't want another party after what went down last time. Also, Nikolai still hadn't wished me. Ugh! I don't know why I keep wanting him and pushing him away at the same time, my indecisiveness was getting on my own nerves. I really don't know what I wanted. One second I want him and the next second I remember what I went through because of him and that scenario ends up with me in a comatose. Bianca was laying on my bed, over her stomach applying nail polish over her fingernails as she blew on them, "I don't know..." I raised an eyebrow, her tone seemed way too carefree to talk about Nikolai, "What do you mean, you don't know? Aren't we going to his nightclub?" Sh
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "I know things hadn't been the same between us since I came back but I promise you, no more bullshit..." I said, looking at her with hopeful eyes. "I really missed you, E, and you came back as a completely different person, I couldn't even recognize you." I grabbed her hand. "Hey, no, come on, it's still me, B, I'm right here." "Then you went into a coma and I felt so guilty and I cried because I thought I'd never be able to talk to you again and I wished I could just turn back the clock and hug you one more time—" I cut her rambling off and placed an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer. I rested my head against hers and sighed. We were sitting on our living room couch. Nikolai had been sending Bianca back every time she came to meet me but luckily it was me who found her today because Nikolai wasn't at home. A maid told me he never came home last night. After an hour or so, Bianca left. We had lunch together and hung out, she had gossip about almo