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86: Witch
Camilla’s whole body ached. Confessing her love to Alek had come at a price, and her body was paying it. She wasn’t sure Alek was much better. Her poor husband had left to attend to business matters as soon as they got out of the bathroom. She missed him already, but she didn’t mention that in the last message she sent to him.
Someone rapped on the door. She stared at it with a pout, knowing it wasn’t her husband but still expecting it to be him. Today, she wasn’t allowed to do anything.Following their ravenous night, Alek had confined her to bed rest with a promise to join her the moment he got a chance. She should have known that would be impossible since she hadn’t seen the man. They didn’t even have breakfast together.Doris entered and frowned. “You no tell me to come. I knock, I knock, I knock, Madam Camilla. My hand aches now.”“When did you ever wait for me to say come in?” Camilla said. DRelated chapters
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Camilla blinked. Did she hear Alek right? He continued staring at her, waiting for her to speak. No, no. He couldn’t do that.“What?” she said.“You don’t know about this, Cam.”“It’s too risky, Alek. They will know.”Camilla’s heart thudded. The excitement from editing the pictures flew out of the air vents. Murder was nothing for him or his men, but she didn’t like knowing he had to commit it. With Papa hell bent on kicking her out of Sin City, murdering one of his closest friends was a horrible idea no matter what he had done to Alek or her.“Why?” she asked, knowing she might not get an answer.There were some things he would never tell her for her safety. She wasn’t so sure if she enjoyed knowing about Viktor’s impending death. She had learned enough from him to know Viktor wasn’t a good man, almost as dangerous as her father-in-law.Alek’s we
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Maksim had fixed a potential date for the murder. None of his men knew his plans, not even Ivan, and he would keep it that way. There were moments he wished he hadn’t told Camilla but his mind had burned with the weight of the secret. He needed someone on his side. Her. Someone he could tell almost everything, and she had proved to be that person. His men didn’t judge him, and he respected that, almost expected it even. But Camilla’s full acceptance of him was a fresh feeling.Every step must be planned to make his alibi strong. Left to him, he wanted both cities and every don to know it was him. He had no worry about his skills. Viktor was a dead man walking. His hands curled into fists as memories from their wedding day slithered through his mind. He had fun killing the Nightfall Kings who came after them, and he would have that same fun when killing their don.He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes. They had to return to the hospital. It was a p
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Camilla chuckled. The man never ceased to amaze her, but she was extremely grateful that Alek cared about her feelings enough. She would always like him. Like he said, this was who they were. Expecting a sudden change in his behaviour or attitude was a little delusional of her. Time here had already taught her what she needed to know, and that was: a mafia family wasn't the typical family.“What time is the party?” she asked, already sliding off him. For whatever reasons they were doing this, she wanted to look her best for him. “I need to prepare.”Alek stared at the swatch. “6 pm.”What? She bolted out of the library. Alek wouldn’t need to do much beyond finding himself the perfect suit. She would have to makeup, get the best outfit, and the shoes to match. Reaching their room, she ransacked the closet for a perfect dress. There were many dresses she hadn’t worn since she bought them. This was why she loved shopp
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The limousine rolled to a stop, its tinted window giving the occupants privacy. Maksim placed a hand on Camilla’s knee.“Are you good?” he asked.“Nervous,” she confessed. “Otherwise…”“I’m here. Just stay with me. By my side.”With a nod, Camilla leaned over to kiss his cheek. He had shaved, his beards trimmed to an even length. A brief moment of them staring into each other’s eyes passed. His fingertips caressed the top of her lip, careful not to smear the gloss. He palmed the back of her head, his forehead melting against hers. She rested a palm on his chest. She might have a gun with her, but he would make sure they never had a need for it.Camilla’s door opened. She smiled once and exited the car. Another person opened his door. He stepped out and hurried to her side. A button on his jacket was undone, so he fixed it and took her hand. Outside was empty and quiet. Two men in suit guarded the entrance. The path leading to the guards was lined with rope barriers and bollards, proba
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“Now?” Camilla asked. Maksim didn’t reply but pocketed both hands. People brushed past them. Voices rose. Music played in the background. She didn’t move as fast as he wanted. “You called me Camilla.”“Isn’t that your name?”Her eyes briefly closed. “Alek.”The crack in her voice almost got to him. He took a step back like that could reduce the effect those sad eyes had on him.“A word with you,” he repeated.“Okay,” she whispered. “Where?”Maksim took the lead, searching for doors he hoped led to private places. The only way out he knew was through the doors they entered, and a hungry paparazzi awaited them. Stalking to one of the many doors hidden in the corner, he slowed for Camilla to catch up. Anger seeped into his veins, but he grabbed her hand. He felt her gaze on his face but never turned to her.Once they stepped into the empty hallway, Ma
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“Which?”“You said you would save me,” Maksim said.Though she mentioned that the day they went for the massage, she kept to her word.Her palm rubbed over his forearm. “It was scary,” she whispered. He kissed her neck, his fingers drawing invisible lines on her skin. “My feelings for you will never change. But how do you cope with this?”Maksim didn’t know. He didn’t know how to feel bad because it was something he had done for so long his conscience was dead to it. There was no answer to give. He pulled her tighter against him, and his tongue dragged across the shell of her ear.“Go to sleep, miya dosha.”She hummed in response, a content sigh leaving her. “I like you, Alek. Goodnight.”“Goodnight. I like you too.”Soon, Camilla’s breathing fell into a steady rhythm, luring him to sleep. He woke up in the same position, but this time, her as
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