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102: How?
Twenty minutes had passed since Alek left Camilla in the room. The edits were done. All she had to do was send the videos and pictures to him. On the condition he made it for breakfast. Seeing him had revitalised her, and she didn’t want the feeling to end.
His world was so unpredictable. He said he would spend the day with her, but from her experience with him, something might come up. Resorting to cheap blackmails was uncalled for, but she had no option. She hadn’t forgotten his plans to send her away for a short period. So, this was one of their few chances to be together again.Waiting another ten minutes, she left the room when Alek didn’t show up. Over the last few days, she had gotten used to eating alone. Alek had been gone longer than a week in the past, but the ache that consumed her this time was different. As she sat for breakfast, her eyes skimmed the large meal scattered over the table.The Kalashnikovs knew how to treat their own, even
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The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 103: Gone
It was really Sofiya. Mama. This was her. Maksim brushed the tear that rolled down the corner of his eyes. Camilla was still on her knees. How did she get the pictures?“I can’t tell you,” she finally said.Maksim gulped. He didn’t want to ruin the progress they had made so far, but he had to know. Papa destroyed everything. The only memory he had was in his head. On some days, his mind played tricks on him. He couldn’t remember if she had jet black hair like him or auburn curls. The pictures showed it was jet black. He looked like her. Camilla tried to pry the phone from him. He didn’t release it to her but swiped on the next image to check for more pictures. Wow. They were gone. What happened?“It’s gone,” he cried out in despair.“Yes. You can only view it once.”She must be kidding. When had he ever put a restriction on her family pictures?“Tell me,” he snapped.“I can’t.” She stood, wriggling her fingers. Her reluctance was thick, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see Mama again.
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 104: You cheat
Plans had changed. And the first item on the list was to protect Camilla. Goal two, become Grand Sinner.Maksim had to do both of that before Viktor’s burial, which gave him eight days to get his wife out of here. Speaking of his wife, she giggled from the bed, her legs flapping as she read one of her cute books. She had been reading since they got here, and he had been busy with calls. He should be glad she wasn’t complaining, because he had barely paid her any attention.Her hair was tucked into a bucket hat and the pink bikini top called out to him. The rest of her body was hidden behind the scarf around her waist. When he stepped out, she had been in a dress. Just how long did he spend on his phone call? He drew closer to her, but she didn’t spare a glance his way. As he was about to tug the book out of her view, his phone buzzed in his shorts.“Fuck.”“Go,” Camilla muttered, without looking up from her book. “I
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 105: Me and you
So far, Alek had kept to his words. He had received zero calls since they both sank into their lounge chairs. The silence stretched between them, comfortable and palpable. Her eyes were on the book, but she had barely read a line since he sat.A shirtless Alek was even more of a rarity than Alek with his hair down. Today, she had both versions of him. He bent to open the cooler, and she licked her bottom lip slowly as the muscles in his arms and back stretched. Her nipples beaded in her bikini top, and she forced her eyes back to the pages of the romance story. It was a new to her author. Her mind drifted again as he straightened up and stretched his arms.“Do you take beer?” he asked.There was a bottle in his hand. He opened it with his teeth, tilting his head back as he guzzled the drink. The liquid trickled down the corner of his lips, and her body tingled. She crossed her legs, fighting off the urge to slide over his lap and lick him.Letting out
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 106: Someone important
Morning met Camilla tangled in the sheet. Her top bare, and the bikini bottom barely covering her ass. She stretched her arms, yawning. Her body was sore from the sex, and wait, how did she get here? The bed?They had been outside, talking late into the night. Where was Alek? She rolled to the other side, but it was empty and warm.Sitting up, Camilla traced the teeth marks over her boobs. Her husband was a beast. Her gaze briefly met her twin image in the mirror, and she shuffled to the bathroom.There, she rinsed her face and brushed her teeth. Her nipples puckered from the cold air, begging for attention only Alek could provide. She didn’t cover up even with the chill beach air hitting her skin. Grabbing a robe draped over the chair before the tall mirror, she donned it without knotting it at her waist or covering her sensitive boobs.The bedsheet was rumpled, with pillows strewn over the bed. Camilla fixed both, smiling at her handwork as she hopped out
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 107: Women
It was time to leave. Maksim wasn’t having it as easy as he thought. Only one week with Camilla in a place people barely knew them, and he didn’t want to return to the Kalashnikov’s empire anymore. His wife must share the same sentiments. She was quiet as she stuffed her clothes into her suitcase. Her face was hidden by the closet door, but her shoulders were stiff. His thoughts strayed to a stop, and he traipsed to her.Hugging her from behind, he kissed her cheeks. “Hey,” he murmured. She fisted the dress in her hands. “What’s wrong?”“I don’t want to go back,” she replied. Her shoulders sagged, and she resumed packing. “But I also know it’s a selfish request.”Maksim tried to get her to face him, but she didn’t allow it. Her mood would take a worse turn if she knew she was leaving him tomorrow. Friday was the burial, and he had decided she would leave then. Papa would be too b
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 108: Stay strong
Morning rolled by. Camilla rose from the bed with a deep sense of dread brewing in her belly. The time had finally come for her to leave. Who would have thought she would have a change of mind? But here she was, reluctant to leave the man who shoved a gun into her pussy, tore her from her comfortable life, and threatened her.She went through her morning routine with a forced smile. Alek wasn’t in the room. He must be preparing for her departure and his trip to Nightfall Hills. Today was the burial. Whatever agreement he had with Papa had convinced him to leave. She finished bathing and returned to the room, but her husband was nowhere in sight.Alek told her not to take anything with her. She came here without a thing, and she was leaving, even if only temporarily, without a thing, too. The door opened and Alek entered. He was in a black suit with a collared shirt of the same colour. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she hurried to him.“Hey,” he whisp
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 109: Weak
The burial mass was short. Maksim stole a look at his wristwatch again as they left the church. Papa sat beside him for the mass. They hadn’t said a word to each other except for the one time he asked for his daughter-in-law. As far as everyone else involved was concerned, she went for rehearsals. How was the fucking film even going? He hadn’t thought about it or mentioned the movie. Neither did Camilla.Footsteps pounded into the floor as a group of men in suits continued down the path leading to the parking lot. Their aura would have intimidated outsiders, but no one in the church premises faltered. Maksim was sure each person here was concealing a weapon. Hopefully, they would all honour the dead for today and avoid bloodshed.St James Cathedral was the oldest church in Nightfall Hills, the same place his wedding with Mila almost happened. It made sense that the Patron of the Petrov household would be buried here. Some men talked among themselves. He was har
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 110: No way
Ivan wasn’t at home, and neither was he picking up Maksim’s call. Maksim paced in his office, one hand gripping his phone and the other clenched tight.What did Papa mean by it was a phase?What exactly was the phase?Darkness surrounded him, but he was familiar enough with his office not to run into anything harmful. Right now, he would take physical pain over this ache from not knowing his wife’s location.Stopping so abruptly, he screamed into the air. What was happening? Ivan had one job to do. What about Christian? Oh wait. Why hadn’t he called his friend? He snatched his phone from his pocket to dial Christian’s number, and the man picked up immediately.“Hey, Mak,” Christian said. His voice sounded like he was far from his phone and maybe tired or sleepy. “Kind of getting tired waiting here. Is Camilla still coming?”The world around him went silent, and he staggered to his desk. Slumping into
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