You're going to Marry Adrian Di Salis unless we're all dead! My father screamed at me. Nila was forced to marry a cold, dangerous man to save my family after her father stole millions of dollars from him. In Fact she had three million reasons to marry him but Adrian Di Salis is everything she should fear, powerful, ruthless, and untouchable. But behind his mask, she sees glimpses of something more, something broken. The more time I spend with him, the more I wonder, is he my captor, or could he be my savior?. Can she be able to make the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva fall in love with her?. Adrian knew that this marriage was intended as a business agreement to secure his power in the bratva. Nila was only a pawn in the game. But she's more than I expected: strong, kind, and far too appealing. She makes me crave things I thought I couldn't have. Now, I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if it means destroying everyone who gets in my way or anyone who has caused her harm.
View MoreOur lips are almost touching. “You made me a monster, Nila, because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. You just have to ask.”My hands stop shaking, and my breathing slows down. Slowly, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer until our lips finally meet.“Please don’t burn anything today, baby,” I whisper into his lips.I feel his smile and see the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I’ll think about it,” he whispers, kissing me.There’s a weight on my chest. Adrian is still holding himself up on his elbows, but his front is pressed against mine. For a moment, I panic, but then my brain focuses on his lips, and I relax. God, he’s an amazing kisser.“More, baby,” I mumble, and he puts more of his weight on me.“Is this good?”Not just good. Perfect. And now the hardest part. “Hand on my neck, Adrian.”“Nila.”“Please.”His right hand slowly moves over my chest, then higher, until it’s on my neck. I hold my breath. My hands stay still on his shoulders, and I close my eyes.“It’s just m
Nila thinks for a moment, then nods. "He deserved it," she says and snuggles back on my chest. "Just don’t kill anyone else because of me."I listen until her breathing becomes slow and steady. When I know she’s asleep, I take her hand, kiss her fingers, and whisper, "I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you. But I’ll make sure you never find out."Three months later“You’re not coming with me to buy the wedding dress, Adrian.” I stare at him across the kitchen, standing with my hands on my hips. “I will wait outside the changing room. I won’t look, but I’ll be there.” “No,” I say. “Yes.” “This is silly.” “There’s nothing silly about me worrying for your safety. I can’t forget the day when the man Leonid hired tried to hurt you. You have no idea what it felt like not knowing if you were alive or hurt. I never want to go through that again.” He walks up to me, picks me up by the waist, and sits me on the counter. It’s my favorite place. “Show off.” I reach out and squeeze hi
ADRIAN'S POV He doesn't say anything for a little while, just staring at me with his fingers holding the back of my head."Marry me," he says, "and I will stop the war."Nila’s eyes get wide when she hears me. She’s probably wondering if I’m serious, and I am. I will do whatever it takes to bring her back."You’re forcing me to marry you. Again."It's not really a question, but I answer anyway. "Yes, I am."Her eyes keep looking into mine. They’re red and full of tears. She probably doesn’t even notice she’s still crying. I want to wipe the tears away, and I tell myself that this will be the last time she cries because of me.I need her to say yes. I can't stand the thought of spending another night without her next to me. She took my heart when she left, and if she says no, she can keep it. I can’t love anyone else."Jesus, Adrian," she sighs and puts her hands over her eyes.I look at her hands, which have black paint on them. Hope starts to grow in my chest. "You didn’t take the r
“He was shot in his upper arm. He was lucky it just went through, nothing too serious. This time. Please, talk to him. If you don’t, he’ll end up getting himself killed, Nila. It’s only a matter of time.”“Oh, I will talk to him.” I stand up from the table and quickly grab my jacket and wallet, wiping away my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. “I’ll call a taxi for us.”“Igor can drive us. I think it’s her shift,” she says calmly.“He’s close by?”“You could say that. She’s right across the street.”I look up at her, then go to the window to check outside. As she said, there’s a plain car parked there. “He’s been spying on me?”“He’s just making sure you’re safe. They’ve been doing that for months.”“I’m going to kill him.”When we leave the building, I head straight across the street toward the car and knock on the window. Igor looks up quickly, then lowers the window.“Nila Di Salis?”I grit my teeth but don’t correct her, simply motioning to Katya, who is walking over.“We need a r
Three Days LaterMy phone starts ringing on the nightstand, but I ignore it and put a pillow over my head. The ringing stops, only to start again a minute later. I groan, reach for the phone, and answer without looking to see who it is.“Did I wake you up, dear?”I sit up in bed, wide awake now. “Katya?”“I need to talk to you. Can I come over?”“Sure, I’ll send you the address.”“I’ll be there in an hour.”“Katya, what’s wrong? Is... is he okay?”“Yes. For now, at least. We’ll talk when I get there.”A bad feeling grows in my chest as I look at my phone. I know something’s wrong. I rush to the bathroom to shower and get changed. I’m picking up the brushes and crumpled sketches scattered around my living room when I hear the doorbell.“What has he done now?” I ask as soon as Katya walks in.“I like the hair, kukolka. Green looks good on you.” She kisses me and smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Let’s sit down.”I lead her into the kitchen, pour two cups of coffee I made earlier,
Three Weeks Later “Igor called,” I hear Sergio’s voice in my earpiece. “Two cars just passed them, and they’re coming toward you. Get out of there now.”I curse under my breath. “Nico is still inside,” I reply, checking my gun and looking at the back of the Italians’ warehouse.“They’ll be here in less than five minutes, Adrian.”“I’m not leaving him.”“I told you to bring more men! Damn it, Adrian, you never listen.”“There were supposed to be only two security guards. Maybe someone warned them. We’ll leave as soon as Nico’s out.”I turn to Anton, who’s sitting in the driver’s seat, and nod toward the back door on the far side of the warehouse, about fifty feet away. “The second you see Nico, go. We’re going to have company.”Two minutes later, I hear the cars coming from the right. Then, the back door of the warehouse opens, and Nico runs out.“Go!” I shout.Anton starts the car, speeding toward Nico. I roll down the window, aim at one of the cars coming from a side road, and start
“This isn’t up for debate. I’m the only one who can make sure Nico behaves.”Sergio looks at me, his jaw tight. He takes off his glasses and points them at me angrily. “You can’t walk.”“I may not be able to walk, but besides Nico, I’m still the best shot in the Bratva.”“I won’t let you do this, Adrian. It’s suicide.”“Oh? So you want to give a mentally unstable guy a gun and explosives and send him out there with no supervision? Nico could destroy a whole block in under an hour.”“Then we won’t send Nico. You pulled him off field duty for a reason.”“This is a special situation. If supervised, Nico in the field is like having an army of one. I need either Mikhail or Nico for Saturday. And Mikhail isn’t going.”Sergio doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head and rubs his temples.“You’ve never seen Nico in action,” I say with a calm smile, leaning back in my chair. “It’s something to watch. Did you know he cleared a whole enemy warehouse by himself? Fourteen people. And he got shot
The papers come back two days later. I stand by the door, rip open the envelope, and pull out the papers. I look at the line in the corner where Adrian’s name is written. Above it, on the dotted line where he should sign, there’s a big “No” written in red ink. I turn the page. The same big “No” is on this one. And on the next one. And the next one.“Damn you, Adrian.”I grab my phone and call my lawyer. “I need more copies of the divorce papers.”I send the papers again the same day. The next day, they come back, but instead of his signature, every bottom right corner is burned.When I get the envelope back again, there are no papers inside. It’s just a pile of white ashes.I want to scream and laugh, but I end up crying. The next morning, I decide I’ve had enough. I pick up my phone and call him. He answers right away.“Nila. I guess you got my answer.”Just hearing his voice makes me want to cry, but I try to stay calm and sound normal. “I need you to sign the divorce papers.”“No.”
ADRIAN'S POV There’s a knock on the door, but I stay seated in the chair, looking out the window, watching the yellow car waiting in the driveway."Pakhan.""Yes, Dimitri?""There’s a taxi outside. Katya said Nila is leaving.""She is.""Should I stop her?"I think for a moment, then shake my head. "No. Send two men to follow her quietly. Have them call me when she gets to her destination.""Should they stay there or come back?""They’ll stay. I want two men watching her all the time. Set up the shifts. Make sure they stay out of sight.""Anything else?""That’s all for now."A few minutes later, Nila hurries down the steps and gets into the cab. She’s wearing jeans and her old hoodie, carrying a small suitcase. I watch her, waiting for her to turn around and come back inside. She doesn’t. The cab drives away.I grab the crystal bottle of whiskey, pour myself a drink, and then throw the bottle across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.It’s been a week since Nila left, an
PrologueBeep. Beep. The sharp smell of antiseptic tells me I’m in a hospital. I’m alive. I try to open my eyes, but they don’t respond. The anesthesia must still be in effect. There’s no pain now, but I hear faint voices on my left. They sound familiar, but I can’t place them. Beep. Beep. “Can he hear us?” “No. He’s sedated, Will he survive?” “Yes, unfortunately. His chest wounds weren’t too serious. They stitched him up.” “We can always try again. Blame it on the Italians.” “Too risky. People are loyal to the pakhan. If anyone connects me to this, I’ll end up dead.” Beep. “Well, there is some good news. The bullet destroyed his knee.” “And?” “The doctor says he’ll never walk again. If someone stronger steps up . . . well, no one’s going to back a pakhan in a wheelchair when a better choice is available.” “Guess we didn’t fail entirely.” Two pairs of footsteps fade away, and the door clicks shut. Chapter 1Adrian's POV Seven months later There are nev...
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