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Chapter Twenty-two: We Lost Everything
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The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Twenty-three: Taken
“Move!” I barked at Lyra who didn't understand the urgency of the situation. Every second we wasted bickering about our problems was precious. I was terrified that Andrei would show up and take me. I couldn't let the man that hurt me years ago take me as his possession. Never!Jumping, my sister turned and grabbed her knapsack. She began to dump her clothes and every piece of valuable item she had inside. I could see the confusion in her eyes as she packed her things. But that wasn't the first time we were running at the last minute. She had to get used to it especially since we were running from a man who had the power to run the world. A scant hundred seconds later, I was pulling on her hand and yanking her toward the door.“Hurry.” I flung open the door. “We’ll get our last paychecks and—”Andrei stood across the open-air hallway. His broad-shouldered, powerful body leaned casually against the wall in the shadows. His eyes gleamed with slight amusement and fury.“Going somewhere?”
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I remained unmoving in my position, my eyes fixed on Andrei. "I'm not going anywhere without my sister."His lips twitched. "I don't care what you want. Get in or I'll have him do that for you.""I'm going to scream. I'm going to yell and tell everyone you're abducting us.""Scream all you want. No one is coming to save you or your sister. I could make you disappear forever and nobody would ever come looking for you. Well, except the men hunting you for their money."As I looked at him, I knew he was right. With money and power, Andrei could wipe my existence from the world. He was the kind of man that dominated everything. "Fine." I breathed, giving up on fighting. I only hoped he would stay true to his words and bring Lyra along. Opening the door, I climbed inside the car and took a deep breath of the soft leather seats’ scent. It brought back a lot of childhood memories. Fast cars had once been my father’s favorite indulgence, back when we’d been conning rich criminals across th
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Twenty-five: Punished By The Mafia Lord
"I told you, we had —""Debts? I've heard that before, haven't I? I don't feel sorry for you. Your father was a con artist and thief. And he raised his daughter to be just like him. Too bad he didn't leave any thing but debts behind."I tried not to let the words he said sink in but I couldn't. How could he say that to me? "Don't talk about my father that way. He was not a saint but he did everything for us. You're no better than him and you have no one beside you. You're just lonely and —""I won't be lonely anymore. You might have forgotten I bought you tonight."I gritted my teeth and blinked fast, staring at the Aloha Tower and the cruise ships. Without warning, Andrei suddenly veered the Lamborghini to the right.Glancing behind us, I saw the SUV with my sister continuing straight down the Nimitz Highway, a different direction from the Lamborghini. I turned to him with a gasp.“Where are you taking my sister? Why is she not coming with us? Tell me!”He pressed down more firmly o
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Twenty-six: A Slap For A Kiss
LyraI honestly didn't believe he was going to kiss me. I didn't believe that he would ever do that. Not until I felt his mouth against my own. As he lowered his head to mine, I just stared up at him in shock.Then I felt his lips against mine, rough and hot, hard and sensual as silk. I gasped, closing my eyes as I felt the caress of his embrace like a thousand shards of light.In the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Viktor pulled me more tightly against him, and I felt his power, his strength. He tilted my head back, deepening the kiss as his hands twined in my hair.My eyes squeezed shut.as I felt the hot, plundering sweep of his tongue, felt the velocity of the world spinning around me as if we were at the center of a sandstorm.I was lost, completely lost, in sensations I'd never felt before, in his lips and tongue and body and hands.I couldn't bring myself to understand what was happening around me, but it felt good, so good. When he finally pulled away, I sagged against him, dazed
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Twenty-seven: I Wish I Never Told You
I didn't think about what I did until I saw his expression. I had never been so scared of him until then. I shifted slightly to the door, my eyes not leaving his face. "How dare you hit me?" He asked again, and I felt heat rising to my face. "I'm sorr—sorry," I squeaked. "It was an accident." I didn't know why I apologized when he was totally at fault, but I was terrified then. "Hmmm," he voiced, rubbing the area on his face. "I didn't think you had it in you."“I get it. You don’t want me to fall in love with you. No worries aboutthat! I wasn't planning on falling in love with the devil anyway!!” A lump rose in my throat. “You turned a memory that should havebeen sacred into a mockery, and you think that makes me feel alright?” I whispered. Tears spilled over my lashes asI looked away and turned to the glass. “Don’t ever touch me again.”Silence fell in the backseat of the limo. I waited for him to apologize for his wrongs,to say he was sorry.Instead, he said in a low voice,
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Twenty-eight: Change Of Plans
I craned my neck to look right, left, then up. And up some more. The view before me was beautiful and breathtaking.“Unreal,” I muttered. "This place is amazing."Viktor flashed me a grin. “I’m glad you like it. I would be disappointed if you let your poor taste come before you this time.”I rolled my eyes. “This is your home?”“No.” He smiled at me, looking sleek and shaved in a clean suit, havingshowered on our overnight flight. “My home is in the desert, a two-hourhelicopter ride away. But this...” He shrugged. “It’s just a place to dobusiness. I come here as little as possible. It’s a bit too—civilized.”Too civilized? Was he insane?I shook my head as I looked back up at the beautiful Moorishpalace, two stories tall, surrounded by gently swaying palm trees and the glimmer of a blue-water pool.It was like a honeymoon, all right, I thought. If you were really, reallyrich. I didn't want to believe that he might have brought me there because of the wedding, but the thought slip
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Twenty-nine: Fondness For Lamborghini’s
“Yeah, why,” I muttered. My husband could seduce any woman with a smile. He could have any woman he desired. He’d melted me into an infatuated, delusional puddle with a singlecareless, stolen kiss. I wonder what effect he had on other women.I scowled. “Look. I just want to know if I’m wearing clothes you bought for someone else. That would make me completely uncomfortable.”He gave an exaggerated sigh. “They were purchased in Marrakech for you, Lyra. Specifically for you. And if you don’t believe me...” He gave me a wicked grin as he opened a drawer. “Check this out.”My lips parted as I looked down at all the lacy unmentionable undergarments. They were a lot of panties in the drawer and my cheeks suddenly turned red. No one had ever gone shopping for me, talk more of buying under wears.“You’ll never have to go commando again,” he said smugly. His eyes met mine. “Unless you want to. That would be totally fine.”I swallowed, then turned away as my cheeks burned. “Great—Thanks.”“And
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Thirty: The Russian Spy
Two hours later, my body was shaking with fear and sweat was dripping down my forehead. I didn't think it would be that hard to ride a car until Viktor had made me do it. As a child, it had been fun but as a grown adult, it felt harder than I imagined.My hand trembled on the gearshift and I felt air leaving my lungs. “I can’t believe you’re making me dothis. This is insane!” I said to him. "This is the craziest thing I have done in a while. I can feel oxygen leaving my lungs."“I’m not making you do anything. You clearly told me you had a fondness for Lamborghini's." He said. "Here is my Lamborghini. I was hoping you would have fun riding with it. Instead, you're shivering with fright."I'd changed out of my tight dress, but in spite of wearing Viktor's old rolled-up jeans and a clean, slightly tattered black Van Halen T-shirt, I didn’t feel remotely comfortable.Even though those were his old clothes, they still felt too rich for me. I felt like I was wearing the cost of my entire
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