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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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He watches me with his eyes as I walk to my workspace and start getting my paints ready on the table next to the easel. I need to buy more black paint. I’m almost out of my last tube since I used most of it for the big guy. I could also use more red paint. Just as I dip my brush into the paint, I feel Adrian’s lips on the soft spot at the back of my neck.“You forgot something,” he whispers, burying his face in my hair.“Oh? And what might that be?”“A kiss.”I drop the brush and slowly turn around to find him standing right over me. I don’t flinch, and I’m not scared. Having him this close, towering over me, doesn’t bother me anymore. I don’t even remember when that changed.“You’re so demanding,” I say, cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss.“I know.” He kisses me again. “Eat your lunch. Call me if you need anything.”When Adrian leaves, I get back to work, only taking breaks when I need the bathroom. By lunchtime, I’ve finished another piece. Brando is getting restless, h
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Behind me, Leonard mumbles, “Idiot.”I smile and walk back to Adrian’s suite.Once inside, I grin, grab a bag of dog treats from the kitchen counter, and give Brando double the usual amount.“Good boy.”At least a dozen outfits are spread out on my bed as I think about which one to wear for tonight’s exhibition. I barely finished the last painting in time. Mike nearly had a panic attack when I told him I needed to make changes on the big guy and wouldn’t send it until this morning. He complained for at least ten minutes about not being able to add it to the catalog. Honestly, I’m glad. I want to see Adrian’s reaction when he sees it for the first time.I choose black leather pants and a green silk shirt, then put them on the chair, leaving the rest of the clothes on the bed. I haven’t slept in this room for a while. All my things are here, but other than sleeping in Adrian’s bed, I don’t plan to move in with him. Okay, that sounds weird since, well, I do live with him.“This is so wei
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ADRIAN'S POV I walk closer to the painting and lean back to look at it. The lights in the gallery are dim, with a single spotlight above each painting. The lighting works well with the dark feel of Nila’s art. I looked at most of the paintings when they were at my place, but seeing them like this makes them feel even more unsettling.The painting in front of me shows a pale skinned woman with long, dark hair, holding a piece of cloth close to her chest. Behind her, there are tall, faceless figures with their hands stretched out toward her. Everything is in shades of gray and black, except for the dress she’s holding, which is bright green.Before I move on to the next painting, I look over at the other side of the room. Nila is standing there with a short young man who has a receding hairline. Mike, her agent and boss. They’re talking, and I watch their body language for a few moments. Nila looks up, sees me watching, and smiles. She says something to Mike and walks over to me. I can
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“Sally says that an anonymous buyer bought all the paintings!” Nila says as soon as I get close. I almost can’t keep my face serious. “What a selfish jerk.” “Exactly.” She nods. “Good thing I told Mike to mark the big one as not for sale right away.” “Why?” She gives me a secret smile. “That one is for you.” I look at her, my teeth clenched. “Where is it?” “In the next room, around the corner, but… where are you going, Adrian? Wait!” I ignore her and push my chair as fast as it can go toward the room she pointed to. We agreed she wouldn’t show the self-portrait in the exhibition, and I’m not going to let anyone see it. It’s coming down now, or I’ll make someone regret it. “Adrian!” Nila’s heels click behind me as she tries to follow. “It’s not the one where I’m naked!” she calls after me. Suddenly, the whole gallery goes silent. I stop and turn to find at least fifteen people, including Nila’s parents, staring at her, shocked. Nila doesn’t notice, and comes to stand
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Still nothing,” Adrian says. “Are you sure your uncle tried to kill you?” I ask, and his fingers stop on my neck. “It wasn’t that hard to guess, Adrian.” “Yes. That’s why I don’t want you near him unless I’m with you.” “What would he do to me? I’m a nobody after all i' ll be gone in a few months anyway,” but I couldn’t say it. It hurts too much to think about, so I ignore it. I’m really good at ignoring things I don’t want to think about. “You’re my wife. Hurting you would hurt me.” Yeah. I guess having the pakhan’s wife killed right under his nose wouldn’t look good to his partners and subordinates. “I’ll be careful,” I say. “Good.” He kisses my shoulder again. “Leave that in the fridge. Get changed. I’m taking you to one of my clubs.” “One of…?” I stare at him and laugh. “Man, I did well. I’m such a gold digger. My mom will be so happy when she hears this.” “Why?” “She always told me to marry well, among other things. I guess I can cross that off the list.” “And what are
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ADRIAN'S POV A man walks over to Igor and says something in his ear. He seems familiar, maybe one of Pavel’s men. Igor nods, then looks at me. I shake my head, and he tells the man to go away. I’m not in the mood for business tonight. He can talk to Pavel later.Nila is sitting close to me, holding a glass of wine and watching the people around us. She was talking a lot when we arrived, but she stopped a few minutes ago. I wonder what she’s thinking. She confuses me, this woman who has quietly worked her way into my thoughts since I first saw her in that awful restaurant. I wonder what will happen when these six months are over and she realizes I don’t plan to let her go. Ever.I reach out and gently touch her bare shoulder, then slide my hand down to her small wrist. She seems fragile, my Nila, but looks can be deceiving.“Dance with me,” I whisper in her ear.She looks up at me, her eyes full of questions. She’s probably wondering how she can dance with a man who can’t walk very we
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Our car stops in front of the house, and at the same time, another car arrives. Leonard steps out of the back seat and looks at us. His eyes meet Adrian’s, who is standing next to me. It’s dark, but the lights from the streetlamps show the surprise on Leonard’s face, which quickly turns to a look of pure hate. He quickly fixes his expression to smile and walks toward us.“Well, this is a surprise. I’m happy to see you’re up and about, Adrian. Really.”“Is that so, Uncle?” A small smile appears on Adrian’s face. He looks calm, but I can see that he’s holding onto his crutches tightly. Even though his leg hurts, he hides it well.“Nila, I’m tired. Can we go upstairs?” I say, then turn to Leonard and smile sweetly. “I need to do my skin routine before I go to bed, and it takes at least an hour.”Leonard gives me a look like he’s annoyed but doesn’t say anything. He goes inside the house, and we follow him, walking slower.As soon as the door to the suite closes behind us, I turn to Adria
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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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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
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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
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“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
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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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