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The Mafia King's Temporary Wife Never Leaving You
There’s only silence after that. He’s not convinced. I want to cry so badly, but I hold myself together.“Tell me, Adrian, wouldn’t you want us to have normal sex? Because I would. I would love nothing more than for you to be on top of me, feeling your body pressing against mine, pulling my hands above my head. Well, that’s not possible for us right now, at least not in the near future. Maybe forever. Is that a problem for you? Will you get tired of my issues and decide to replace me with someone better at some point? A woman who doesn’t flinch when you approach her from behind without warning? Or someone who won’t panic when you forget and grab her wrist instead of her forearm?”“Do you think I haven’t noticed that it’s always Dimitri or Ivan with us, never Kostya, Mikhail, or Nico, all of whom are as tall as you? Or how they either sit down or leave when I come in? A few days after Kostya was stabbed, he sat down so quickly, I thought he might hurt himself. You had to tell your men
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ADRIAN'S POV My knee feels a lot better the next morning, but it still hurts badly when I put weight on my right leg. After breakfast, I leave the crutches behind and use the wheelchair instead. I haven’t used it in weeks, and I really don’t like having to, but I don’t want to risk making my knee worse. Nila might not mind me using crutches, but I do. I’m determined to get to the cane, because I want to be able to hold her hand when we go out for dinner or even just take a walk.“I’m going downstairs. Ivan is teaching me how to make soup,” Nila says, smiling. She leans in and kisses me. “Want me to bring lunch when I come back?”“Yeah, I’ll be working here. And tell that pig, if he ever raises his voice at my wife again, he’s done.”“Don’t be such a grouch Adrian.”I watch her leave, then go to my bedroom and open my laptop. I bring up the audio software and find the recording from Leonard’s room, playing it from around the time we came back last night.I had a reason for hiding that
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ADRIAN'S POV “There has been a shooting, Adrian.” I stare at Dimitri, and my heart nearly stops when the call from earlier flashes in my mind. No. I grab his throat and pull his face close to mine. “Where is my wife?” I shout, trying my best not to break his neck. We don’t know, he said . Igor called to say that someone started shooting when they were in the store, and that he was getting her out. That was fifteen minutes ago. I can't reach him; he hasn’t answered his phone since then.” “What about the others?” “There’s only Igor. I told two of the security team to go with them, but Nila Di Salis said she didn’t want them with her.” I grind my teeth and grab Dimitri's neck, squeezing until his face turns red. “If a single strand of her hair is harmed, there will be a lot of dead people,” I growl. “Starting with my head of security, who sent my wife out with only one man for protection. You understand, Dimitri?” “Yes, Pakhan.” “Good. Now, get me a car.” ********
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I kiss him and start to pull back, but he grabs me around my waist and pulls me into his arms. “If you play with fire, little flower,” he says in my ear while his hands grab the waistband of my jeans and pull them down, “you might get burned.” “We’ll be late,” I say. “Do you think I care?” he asks. No. And I don’t care either. “How strong are those chairs?” “Let’s see.” While he takes off his sweatpants, I take off my jeans and underwear, then sit on his lap. My legs are too short and hang in the air. Even when I stretch, I can’t touch the floor with my toes. “I don’t think this will work, Adrian.” He looks down and laughs a little. “Nila, you’re so tiny.” “Should we go to the bed?” I ask. Adrian tilts his head, leans back in the chair, and grabs my waist. He smiles. “No.” My eyes get big as he lifts me up and puts me on him. I gasp and hold his shoulders, feeling him fill me up. I moan when I feel him all the way inside. Adrian’s hands move under my legs, and he lifts me u
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I tilt my head a little, letting my finger slide down my chin and neck slowly, stopping at the neckline of my low cut dress. Adrian is watching my finger move, and when his eyes return to mine, I smile widely.He says something to the people around him and starts walking toward me, not breaking his gaze from me.“You called, Mrs. Di Salis?” He smiles a little.I stand up, put my hand on his chest, and look up at him. “You’re not the only one who is protective in this relationship, boss.”“Jealous? Of who, little one? You know there’s only one woman my eyes see.”“Is that so?” I hook my finger into his shirt between two buttons, pulling on it until he leans down and our noses touch.“Marking your territory, Nila?”“Of course, I am, Adrian,” I say, and kiss him.“Home,” he whispers on my lips. “Now.”ADRIAN'S POV “I made you something.”I look up from my desk and see Nila’s head peeking around the door. “Did you burn it?”“It’s ice cream,” she smiles, walking over to stand between my l
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In my eyes, though, he’s just Adrian. I don’t care about anything else, and that fact scares me a little too.**********“We could have stayed home,” I say as I gather my skirt and take Adrian’s hand to get out of the car, some days later. “I owe you a dinner.”“We should have gone back home after the restaurant. The club could have been for another time.”“I have some business with Pavel here anyway, we won’t stay long.”He could have talked business with Pavel at the house, but he’s doing this for me. Yesterday, I just mentioned in passing that I had a great time at the club and would like to go again sometime. I didn’t expect it to be the next day. He had to spend the whole day in the wheelchair after that stunt he pulled, and I hate that he’s pushing himself because of me. But there’s no arguing with Adrian when he makes up his mind.We arrive later than we did last time, so the club is already full. It takes a lot of effort to get across the first room, even with Igor leading t
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NILA'S POV The street in front of me is dark, but I keep running. Even though I try my hardest, I feel like I'm running through mud, my legs heavy and slow. A man suddenly appears around the corner, grabs me by the neck, and starts choking me.I wake up suddenly, sitting up in bed, breathing hard. The lamp in the corner is on, and the bed next to me is empty. I reach for the phone on the nightstand and check the time. It's half past four."Adrian?" I call out. But there’s no answer, just silence.A strange feeling of fear fills my stomach. I jump out of bed and run, hoping to find Adrian in the kitchen. He’s not there, and I stop in the middle of the room. Could there have been an emergency? Then I see his phone on the corner of the dining room table. He never leaves his phone behind.I walk down the hallway quietly, barefoot, and open the door to the gym. The lights are off, so I go downstairs to check Adrian's office. He’s not there either, and the whole house is silent. I close t
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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
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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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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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