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The Mafia King's Temporary Wife My World
“There was a small problem with our supplier, and things got out of control.”“Kostya?”“He got a cut from a knife on his side. He’ll be okay.”I turn to look at the island where the doctor is finishing stitching up Kostya’s side. Sergio is putting an IV needle into his arm, while Katya is holding a bag of fluids.“Do you need help with something?” I ask.“No, let’s go upstairs. Katya and Sergio are handling it, and the doctor will stay here tonight.”*******“Is it always like this? Things going wrong, people getting hurt or shot?” I ask as we walk into the suite. I’m still shaking. “Or cars exploding?”“Not all the time. But it does happen.”My throat feels dry. How is he so calm? I go to the kitchen, grab a glass, and pour cold water from the fridge. “This is crazy, Adrian.” I shake my head and drink the water, wishing it was something stronger. “Your world is really messed up.”“I can’t do anything about it, Nila,” he says.Yeah, I guess that’s one way of seeing it. I should go ba
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After ending the call, I focus on the reports Mikhail sent me and the plans for the shipments next week. But my mind keeps wandering to thoughts of a certain woman with black hair, and it’s hard to concentrate.*******“How about this one?”Nila steps out of the changing room in a little black dress. It has a high neck and a hem that barely covers her bottom. The design is simple, but the way it fits her body and shows off her small waist is anything but simple. The dress, paired with strappy high heels and her hair up, is very stunning, and I can't stop looking at her legs and her perfect little bottom. If she wore this outside, people would definitely notice her.“We’re buying it,” I say in a tight voice, “but find something else for the dinner.”“Why? What’s wrong with it?” She looks at herself in the mirror and tilts her head. “Is it too plain?”“I don’t want my business partners staring at my wife’s legs all evening.”“Stop being so oldfashioned, Adrian. It’s not that short.”“Yo
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A light touch of a finger between my legs wakes me up. A kiss lands at the back of my neck, then another, a little lower. Adrian’s big body presses into me from behind, his arm coming around my stomach, plastering me to his hard, muscled chest. His hand slides to my pussy and starts circling my clit with one finger. When he slowly enters my core, I gasp, grab Adrian’s arm, and start riding his finger. But he removes his hand. I turn around so I’m lying on my side, facing him, throw one leg over his hip, and reach for his cock. “Patience.” He wraps an arm around my ribcage and raises me to sit on his stomach. Placing his hands behind my knees, he urges me up his body until I’m sitting on his breastbone. “Adrian?” I look down at him in surprise. “You are not comfortable lying on your back. So, we change positions.” His hands move up my thighs until he’s gripping my butt cheeks, and he brings my body forward until his mouth is positioned just a few inches from my pussy. “Hands
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My alarm rings at eight. I look down at Nila, who is sleeping on my chest, and shake my head. I remember moving her onto the pillows last night, but at some point, she climbed back onto me.I try not to wake her as I carefully lift her off me and place her back on the sheets. I cover her with a blanket. We had sex three times last night, so she will probably sleep in.After kissing her shoulder, which is peeking out from under the blanket, I reach for the crutches that I left by the nightstand and start getting ready for my meeting with my physical therapist.In the middle of the session, he grabs the cane that has been sitting on the chair in the corner for a week, and hands it to me.“Let’s try this for a bit,” he says.I slowly get off the massage table, standing on my left leg and holding onto the table with my right hand.“We’ll start slow,” he says. “Just a few steps for now.”I take a deep breath, hold the cane with my left hand, and let go of the tight grip I had on the table.
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He looks down at his juice and stops looking at me. “Even with the crutches?”Yup, that therapy session definitely didn’t go well.“Even with the crutches, Adrian.” I kiss him and make sure to bite his lower lip just a little. “What did your trainer say?”“That I’m doing great.” Based on how tight he’s holding the crutches and the way his teeth are clenched, I can tell their opinions are not the same. “I have to go. I’ll be back by dinner.” He kisses my forehead and leaves.He’s hurting. And it makes my chest hurt too.I sit on the counter for a long time after he’s gone, looking at the floor.“Perfect,” I whisper to myself. “Just perfect.”The leader of the Russian crime group. A drug dealer. A killer. And I somehow ended up falling in love with him. Someone just lock me up in a mental hospital, because that’s where I must belong.ADRIAN'S POV I look around the old factory we sometimes use for deals and swear. Three bodies are on the floor, each one with a big red dot on their foreh
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NILA'S POV The bed shifts next to me, and then I feel Adrian’s arm wrap around my waist as he pulls me close to him. I love when he does that. “You missed dinner,” I mumble into the pillow. “I’m sorry, there was a problem. It’s late, go back to sleep.” “Wake me up in the morning?” “I will.” He kisses my neck and holds me tighter. Falling asleep has never felt so good, even with this headache. *******“Little one?” “Hey,” I groan. “What time is it?” “Eight.” “Five more minutes.” My head is pounding, so I cover myself with the blanket and try to go back to sleep, dreaming about being in school again. But then the dream changes. I’m with Adrian, and we’re in the middle of something when suddenly a guy with a knife shows up and stabs Adrian in the side. I jump out of bed, looking around. Other than Brando, who’s playing with his ball in the corner, I’m alone, and everything seems normal. Feeling like I’ve been run over, I drag myself to the kitchen, start the coffee,
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Terry and Darren arrive right on time. I lead them to the dining room and point to the four seats on my left. Terry sits in the chair closest to me, talking loudly and his newest wife quietly sits next to him. I feel bad for the woman. Even with all her makeup and fancy jewelry, I can tell she’s scared. Darren’s wife is much different. She’s taller and stronger than her husband and is known to handle all his money matters. Sergio and Dimitri sit to my right, leaving the seat beside me empty. They know it’s for Nila, and even though she’s not joining us, neither of them dares to sit there. My dumb uncle, who arrives last, doesn’t seem to understand. He goes straight for Nila’s seat. Luckily for him, he looks up just before sitting. When he sees the look on my face, he quickly changes his mind and sits next to Dimitri. I nod at Tina and Katya as they approach the table and start serving drinks. We’ve had dinners like this many times, so they know exactly what to do. “And where is y
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ADRIAN My head snaps up when I see Nila standing in the doorway, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. She’s wearing the short black dress—the one I told her not to wear for this dinner.“You have a fever. Go back to your room,” I snap.Terry tries to squirm free, so I push the knife closer to his skin, just a tiny bit away from cutting him.“I’m fine, sweetheart. Can I join you? I see you saved me a spot, and I’m starving,” Nila says.She walks toward the table, her heels clicking on the floor with each step. She stops right between me and the empty seat, leans in to kiss my cheek quickly, then sits down.“You must be Mr. Terry. I’ve heard you own the biggest casino in the city. Maybe Adrian can take me there one day, and you can show us around. I’ve never been to a casino,” she says with a sweet smile at Terry, then turns to me. “Honey, could you please move the knife? I’m trying to have a conversation here.”Terry stares at her for a moment before laughing loudly. I slowly lower
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Our 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
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“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
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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.”
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