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Chapter Eight: The little girl with a stuffed giraffe.
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Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter Nine: The Sleeping Water.
Ava “Interesting” Kat hums to herself the next day when I tell her what happened with Kira. I shoot her a questioning look and arch my left brow, “What's so interesting about it?” We were currently lazing about by the pool which is something you wouldn't expect two adults to be doing on a Monday afternoon. Kat had insisted that a pool day was what we needed to solidify our bond in best friend-in-lawhood - her words, not mine- and I was too much of a people pleaser to refuse and just sort of went with it. “What is so interesting about it is that Kira doesn't just crawl into bed with anyone after having a nightmare. She only prefers it when Nikolai consoles her and the fact that she went to your room after one is just… odd.” I kick my feet against the water as I listen to her. “There was nothing odd about it.” I tell her, “Nikolai wasn't home, and I just so happened to be the only one awake. I'm sure if she knew that you were awake too she would've gone to you and Ivan’s roo
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-31Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter Ten: Cellphone requests
Nikolai “I need a cell new phone” Ava announces on a sunny afternoon, three days after our last encounter in my office. She looks down at me, determination filling her gaze as she makes her request. I hadn't expected Ava to willingly enter the same room as me after our last encounter. Yet there she was, standing across from me, the sunlight streaming in from the window casting the perfect glow on her silhouette from just the right angle. To say I was surprised to see her again in my office would be an understatement, to say the least, but then again what is life if not full of unexpected surprises and Ava standing before me, dressed in a little red top that hugged her figure, partnered with a pair of black jeans that accentuated her curves would be the most unexpected surprise of the century. We've barely seen each other since our last encounter, and I had convinced myself she was running away from me or, at the very least, avoiding me. I guess I was wrong on both accounts b
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-01Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 11: Angry Kisses
AVA Nikolai’s lips are excruciatingly soft and not at all like what I expected them to feel like. When I tugged him down to my lips earlier I fully intended for the kiss he had requested to be just that. A kiss. I never imagined that this would happen. This wasn’t just a kiss. It was earth-shattering, mind-numbing and nothing at all like the kiss we shared at the altar. Whereas that kiss was for show, this one was to show me who exactly I belonged to. And my God did it show me. The feeling of his lips against mine hits me with such intensity that my first response is to pull away. I bring my hands to his chest, fully intending to do just that, but when he nips at my bottom lip and then swipes his tongue against the sting to soothe the ache, lust fills my veins, flashing through me like hot bolts of lightning. Nikolai grasped my throat in his hand, holding me firmly against his body as he devoured my mouth with one stroke of his tongue at a time. Tingles spread across my skin
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-04Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 12: New Phones
Ava True to his words, Ivan arrives at my door thirty minutes before dinner, holding a sleek, brand-new model of the latest smartphone in his hands. He hands the device over to me and I take it, examining the shiny black surface. “It’s brand new,” Ivan explains when he notices my hesitation. “They were able to transfer some of your data into it, so I’m pretty sure you have some of your contacts in there. You might even find a few old messages. But unfortunately, they weren’t able to retrieve your phone number since your phone isn’t accessible anymore,” He says, voice light, but I could sense a hint of seriousness behind his words. I nod and press the power button, watching as the device comes to life in my hand. The familiar logo glows on the screen, accompanied by the familiar welcome tune. Relief floods through me as the home screen displays, and I tap on the contacts icon where- sure enough, the majority of my contacts are still there. I scroll through the names, watching t
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-05Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 13 Best friends And Dreams
Ava Cara picks up on the third ring. “Hello?” Cara’s thick Irish accent fills my ear from the other side of the phone, and it feels like a weight has suddenly been lifted off my shoulders on hearing her voice again. “Hi,” I say. A pause and then, “You fucking bitch where the hell have you been?” I laugh, the sound light and full of genuine happiness. I’m glad to hear she hasn’t changed. “I’m glad you’re fine too. Thank you very much” “Don’t you try to act coy with me Ava. Do you have any idea how worried I've been about you? I fucking called your brother, for Christ's sake.” While Cara and I are friends, Aaron and Cara were as friendly as a couple of male geese during mating season. They despise each other, which, in my opinion, doesn't make any sense since I've always thought that they'd be perfect for each other. You know, When they aren't trying to kill each other. “And don’t get me started on your father. The man’s been missing for almost a week now. Nobody can r
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-06Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 14: Tracking What's mine.
Nikolai “I can’t find Ava” Those are the first words out of Kat's lips the moment I step into the living room. Kat stands before me, hands fidgeting, face flushed with what I can only describe as worry as she delivers the news to me. Her husband stands a few steps away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks as he glances between Kat and me. His stance is guarded, like he is prepared to intervene at the first sight of trouble. His brows furrows. He looks worried, probably by the idea of me lashing out at his wife as she speaks. I almost laugh at the thought. As if I would willingly hurt Kat. She was my blood, and even though her words angered me in this moment, I would never willingly hurt her. She was family, after all, and I would never put her in harm's way. “What do you mean you can’t find my wife?” I’m surprised by the level of restraint with which I'm able to say the words. I'm almost sure that the words aren't mine, and if it weren't for the slight wince
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-07Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 15: Parking Lot confrontations
Ava There’s only one word I can use to describe the sinking feeling that settles in the pit of my stomach, twisting in my gut, sharp and unrelenting, as it grips tighter around the muscle before releasing it and finding its way upwards to my chest where it sinks it’s vicious claws into the beating organ that resides behind my ribcage. Dread. Dread is the only word I can use to describe the feeling that surges through me at the sight of Nikolai leaning against a black BMW in my school's parking lot. One of his hands is shoved into the pockets of the dark leather jacket he's wearing, the other loosely holding a cigarette. He takes a drag from it, and I watch as faint puffs of grey smoke curl upwards before hitting the dark lenses of the sunglasses on his face and disappearing into the afternoon air. Dissipating like a ghost around him. He is wearing a fitted white dress shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to just below his elbows, showcasing his forearms and tattoos for an
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-08Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 16: Parking Lot Shinanegans
Ava “Are you out of your mind!?” I screech, slamming my fist down repeatedly against Nikolai's back. He makes no effort to dignify my outburst with a response other than the low grunt that escapes him and continues marching down the parking lot towards his car. A small crowd has slowly started to form with people murmuring and exchanging glances as I dangle from my husband's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Unfortunately, the growing crowd does little to sway my husband, and he continues to ignore the curious looks from the strangers around us, moving with calm, unhurried steps. His hold around the back of my thighs is the only thing anchoring me to him and my cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration at the position I'm in. It's official, today is officially the worst day of my life. Not only am I being hurled around by Nikolai on his shoulder, but, everyone can see it happening, and no one is doing anything to help me. “Put me down you pompous ass-” my
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-09
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Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Morning Exploration.
AvaI wake up to the feeling of my husband's lips dotting wet kisses across my cheeks, down the column of my neck to the base of my throat and then lower.I stir in the bed, my eyes still closed, when I feel his smile against my skin. "I know you're awake, Solnyshko" Nikolai's deep, husky morning voice rumbles against my collarbone, sending goosebumps erupting all over my skin. He sounds so good for someone who just woke up."Open those pretty eyes for me"He drops another kiss on my collarbone, following it with a quick nip. I wince, involuntarily arching towards him. My eyes snap open and I glance down at the head of dark curls brushing lightly against my chest.Nikolai lifts his head, his piercing green eyes colliding with mine. His lips stretch into a slow, lazy smirk as he looks at me, and I can feel the organ in my chest go into partial shock from how gorgeous my husband looks at the moment. A small teasing glint sparks in his eyes when he sees me watching him and my body ten
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss The Past (2)
BearThe new prisoner his father brought was rather chatty, Bear decided after he heard the third knock on the wall on the second day of his exile."Bear?" came the little voice, soft and curious, as always. He'd come to realize that despite himself he actually found her voice rather tolerable. It was a drift from the normal silence that consumed him whenever his father would send him on one of these exiles.He'd grown so used to the silence his father's punishments often left him with that he never thought that he'd appreciate the sound of another person’s voice. Yet here he was, lying against the cold wall, listening to the sound of her timid knocks and hesitant words, almost as if she was afraid he wouldn't answer.And he almost didn't."Bear, I know you're in there. The least you can do is tell me you don't want to speak to me instead of avoiding me"She had him there."Mozhesh' li ty byt' gromche?" he muttered, his voice slightly hoarse.(Can you be any louder)"I knew you were s
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss What She Missed
NikolaiAva returns with a pack of frozen peas, a thin towel and a change of clothes. She places the things she brought by my side on the bed and returns to her position on her knees. On any other day, the sight of my wife on her knees in front of me would've sent me coming in my pants, but the tightness in her lips, the subtle puffiness around her eyes, mixed with the throbbing pain in my ribs makes it impossible for me to get aroused in this situation."Take off your shirt?" She orders and I bite down on my tongue to keep from making a joke on how eager she was to get me naked. Considering how well she'd taken my last attempt at a joke stopping myself before the words slip out seems like the only wise thing to do.I discard the blood-stained fabric of my shirt to the floor a few feet away from her, wincing as the movement pulls at my ribs. Ava notices. Her fingers pause, hesitation flickering across her features before she schools her expression and reaches for the ice pack."Hold
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Dark Ink and Bruises
AvaI spend the next day exploring the halls of the Volkov mansion. The library more than anywhere else and by the time it's evening, strange as it might sound, I'm more than excited to see my husband again Except I don't see him.Because he doesn't return. At first, I thought maybe something might have come up to keep him a day longer, but then, I didn't hear from him for the next two days, which only grooms my worry.My thoughts spiral, raging from, did something happen to him? To, What if he's hurt? And then my personal favourite, Why won't he answer his goddamn phone?I do everything I can to reach him. Calls texts, you name It. I try it all, and each time, I'm met with nothing. It's almost as if he just disappeared.By the time the third day rolls out, it feels like I can't breathe. I can't focus on anything else, and I try, my God, do I try to reach him, but as usual, I'm met with the constant automatic voice, which I've come to grow annoyed with, informing me that the number
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Text Messages And Shoes
AvaWhen I wake up the next day, Nikolai is gone and on his nightstand is a light pink shoebox. A note sits neatly on top of it, the edges crisp. My fingers move before I can stop them, reaching out and lifting the piece of paper from the box. I flick it open and stare at the words sprawled in the unfamiliar handwriting.'Try not to amputate your leg while I'm gone. I’d hate to come back and find my wife hopping around. —Nikola"A smile tugs at my lips as I read the note, and once I'm through, I place it back on the nightstand and retrieve the box to my lap. With one tug at the bow, the delicate pink string that holds the box together falls onto the bed.Inside, a pair of sleek beige pumps nestled on a bed of soft velvet stares back at me.The pumps are gorgeous. They're the kind of shoes that make me feel cautious while tracing my fingertips over the leather, simply because I don't want to scratch it.Nikolai had promised to get me a new pair last night but I hadn't expected him to d
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Date Kisses.
AvaWhen we finally step inside the hallway leading up to our bedroom, Nikolai shifts slightly, carefully setting me down on my feet.His touch lingers on my waist longer than what most would consider necessary, but to me, it's nowhere near enough."Thank you" I murmur, my voice soft as I clear my throat, carefully trying to balance most of my weight on my good foot. "For the lift" I clarify, and he smiles. My heart combusts. Fucking dimples. "And for the date"As far as first dates go, tonight was one the best I've ever had, granted it was the only one I've ever had but still, it was amazing. Nikolai managed to check every box on my imaginary list of honourable first date activities, even the ones I didn't know I had.And yes, even with the car breaking down and forcing us to walk home, I doubt any other date will come close to topping this one anytime soon.He nods once, the smile on his lips stretching as his freaking dimples deepen. That's twice in the last forty-eight hours that
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Walk To Remember
AvaTonight has been perfect—almost too perfect. I’ve always believed that nothing could ever be this flawless, at least not without a price and I was right. Because just as the evening was winding down and we were heading home, the car broke down.Apparently the price of a good evening is a stranded night in the middle of Chicago wearing heels that are pretty close to starnggling my feet.I glance over at my husband who is on the phone with the mechanic, his jaw tight and his free hand running through his hair in frustration.That can't be a good sign."How long did he say it'll take for him to get here" I ask Nikolai when he returns to my side on the pavement. He lets out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as his gaze meets mine."At least an hour," he replies, his tone rough. He drops his hand from his neck shoving it into the pockets of his pants, "We're going to have to call an Uber"I thought as much.If my legs weren't killing me I would've felt some sense of
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Dancing beneath the stars.
Nikolai"Why did you decide to open a restaurant?"Ava's question blindsides me a little, even though I expected her curiosity to surface eventually.What happened thirteen years ago was something I never thought I'd be able to tell her and yet I did. Her reaction was nothing like I thought it would be. It came softly, and she looked at me with an understanding I couldn’t quite grasp, gently holding my hand.When I met her gaze, the only emotion reflected was a quiet curiosity that had me wanting to tell her everything she asked. Not a trace of pity in sight.I lean back in my chair, my fingers tapping the table softly as I meet her eyes."My mother loved to cook." I say, "She wanted to open a restaurant when she was younger and if she hadn't married my father I know she would've"Her expression softens, and I feel the slightest sting in my chest. When I was younger my mother was my haven. She was the one person my brother and I could rely on and the only person to show me what love w
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss First Date Questions
Ava“Mr. And Mrs Volkov, We've been expecting you”, the restaurant manager greets us as soon as we step into The Azure Reserve, his tone polished, yet the tremble in his voice betrays the professional demeanour he's going for. He extends a slight bow, then lifts his gaze to meet Nikolai's. “It’s such an honour to have you dining with us tonight. The rooftop has been reserved for your privacy as per your request, Mr Volkov.”It has? I glance back at Nikolai, my gaze roaming his face, searching for a hint of awareness, but his expression remains impassive as always, giving nothing away while mine is wide-eyed.When Nikolai told me we were eating at the Azure Reserve, I assumed that we would be eating in the main restaurant alongside the other patrons. Maybe we'd be given a private booth since he was the owner but that was as far as I expected.Nikolai's hand on my waist remains steady as we follow the manager through the luxurious dining area.Compared to reality, The pictures I’ve seen
