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92: A Kingsman
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“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, MaRelated chapters
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The clock ticked too loudly in the empty room. Maksim tapped his foot to the floor, his eyes narrowed at the door. The only source of light was from the crack of the curtains, but his eyes had adjusted to it.Papa wasn’t home yet. He was missing when Maksim entered. Asking Ivan and his men to return to the venue to decapitate those Kingsmen, box, and send it to Viktor before their members took them away hadn’t satisfied him. Camilla was upset at being left alone in their room but getting home had unleashed his anger. He didn’t want to transfer it to her. Someone tried to hurt him. Someone tried to hurt his wife.Attacks on his life weren’t new, but with Camilla there? How dare they? This was the second time the Nightfall Kings, those filthy, cowardly Kingsmen had boldly attacked them in public. In his domain. He couldn’t let this pass. This time, he wasn’t taking down only the minions. He was uprooting their leader. To hell with Knox and
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 94: For Camilla (II)
“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
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 95: What alliance?
Camilla was sore. Her breasts, especially her nipples, felt too sensitive to the touch. Her pussy had suffered the brunt of their constant sex marathon, and her ass was no exception. If he wasn’t fucking her pussy, it was her ass. Some days, he let her pussy rest while he finger fucked her ass. She loved it, but she was too sore. Training had been put on hold. Her routine comprised waking, eating, going to the library. She had missed the hammock. But it would have to be later because her legs could barely function.The sex was so good she had been in a constant state of euphoria, never once having to revisit the horror of the gala night until now. The sleep vanished as Alek grabbed the gun on the table to inspect it. Seeing him with one wasn’t a surprise, but it unearthed unpleasant memories. While Alek questioned the masked man, two other men had shown up through the same door they used. She had wanted to think they were friendlies, but the moment they put their ha
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 96: A greater good
Camilla was too nervous to use the kit. At first, she had been sad about having to shop with Yaro, but it turned out to be a great thing. Alek would have wanted her to use the kit the moment they got home. A night had passed since she bought the products. Three different brands to make sure none of the results would be wrong.Except for the few times she was skittish, Alek hadn’t suspected anything was off with her. Speaking of that man, she was yet to finish the edit of those pictures with his mum. They had a club to visit together today, but she wasn’t sure that would still be happening. He hadn’t returned any of her calls or texts. He must be busy.Her library was quiet. Though she was alone, she feared to make a sound. Her feet dangled off the edge of the couch as she tried a few times to continue the book she picked out yesterday. There were so many books she was yet to read, but the cover of this romantic fantasy caught her attention yesterday. She
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Papa’s club was horrible. A place for the filthy of the filthiest. Maksim hated this place and did his best to avoid it, but tonight, he couldn’t. Whatever fetish or kink you wanted to explore was found here. Powerful men and women frequented it to experience their darkest, kinkiest desires, their masks keeping their identities a secret. They knew him, but most of them didn’t know Camilla, hence why he needed her to wear a mask. He could feel her gaze on him as she awaited a reply.Touching the tip of the mask that rested on her nose, he said, “Sometimes, the people here need a subtle reminder to behave.”She wrenched the mask off her face. “I don’t understand, Alek. What’s this place?”“Land of debauchery,” he answered.There was no other way to explain it. If you had a kink, he could bet there was someone in here who could satisfy you. It was Papa’s kingdom, and as much as he hated the plac
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Sweat rolled down Maksim’s temples even with the AC on. The tip of his shoes drummed into the tiled floors as he waited for the Mayor in the narrow hallway. The receptionist had directed him to this spot after calling Mayor T to confirm. Camilla had called the man yesterday before he left Sin City to book the appointment, and he had called him again this morning on his way here. He missed his wife, and it had only been a day. How was she doing?The tote bag was at his feet, and his phone was in his pocket. He had to kill Viktor today. This visit to the Mayor’s house was the perfect cover-up for execution. Up ahead, a red light blinked at intervals. Security had searched him and the tote bag before letting him inside. He was alone in the hallway, seated on a cushioned bench lining the white wall. The receptionist told him the mayor was ready to see him, but ten minutes had passed without the man showing up.A door cracked open, and the mayor’s bald head po
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 99: Mafia princess
Darkness acted as Maksim’s cover as he slipped into the Petrov’s household. Was this the security they boasted? He dropped into the compound, his gait confident and soundless as he went to the door. This part of the house was quiet, and the hallway dark. His headlamp illuminated the route he took. On each side of the wall were portraits of the dons starting from Viktor Petrov to the first don of Nightfall Kings.The silence had him looking around to be sure Knox hadn’t tricked him. Reaching his destination, he removed the headlamp and shoved it into the purse strapped around his thigh. The injection was inside. His eyes shut in a brief prayer as he grabbed the knob and opened the door. Bright lines stung his eyes, but he quickly adjusted to them. Viktor was alone in the office like Knox promised.Piles of dollar notes occupied nearly every inch of Viktor’s table. Close to the edge was a money counting machine. Was the man doing his calculations hims
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 100: I adore you
Camilla watched the time like a mother hawk. Her husband should have showed up yesterday or even today, but he didn’t. All her messages were unread, and calls unanswered. To make it worse, he didn’t travel with Ivan this time, so there was no one for her to contact. She barely ate and the few sips of tea she took was because of Doris’ glare of disapproval.Where was her husband?A sob hitched in her throat as the big hand of the clock moved to 10. She should have convinced him to stay back. But how could a simple meeting with the mayor go so wrong? The surrounding books didn’t bring comfort but fear. She wanted more library dates with him. More reading dates.The knob jiggled, and she grudgingly shot to her feet to open it. Locking herself up here was the best bet. Doris worried too much about her, and she was feeling too queasy. If the housekeeper knew she had a flu, she would force her to stay in bed.Camilla opened the door. “Is h
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The Mafia’s Temporary Bride Epilogue (II)
Camilla froze. Her heart raced shamelessly, and emotions she thought herself no longer capable of feeling flooded her. This was their first meeting since he dropped her at KJ’s house. She should pry his hand off her, scold him, or leave. But she did none of those things. It had been months.God, she missed her husband so much. So fucking much it was hard to fully express the loss without breaking down in tears.“Alek.”“Cam.”Camilla’s hand dropped over Alek’s, and she knew the feeling was mutual. He missed her too. If not, he wouldn’t be here with flowers. Or here at all. Her tea was getting cold, but she didn’t care. The shop was empty, so she didn’t have to hide or pretend. She wanted her husband here.Operations didn’t start until 5. So she liked to have an hour of silent reading before the hustle. But she didn’t mind sharing her solitude with Alek. He was the only one worthy of shar
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 122: Epilogue (I)
The alarm on Maksim’s phone went off at exactly 3:45 pm. He shot to his feet and grabbed the bouquet of sunflowers on his desk. Outside the store, people went about their daily activities. But it was only a matter of time until his wife showed up.His wife.Maksim had never thought of Camilla as anything but that, though they had been separated for months. She hadn’t changed her mind about their ending. Not as if he had asked her. He lacked the courage to do that, so he had resorted to stalking her.That was how he knew her routine. That she would walk past this store and head to the coffee shop ahead of it in ten minutes. The man in charge of the shop would be late, but Camilla would wait. And when he finally arrived, he would apologise for coming late. It was the same routine over and over again with her. But with each day, she had grown less skittish and read more books.He couldn’t say if she still read romance, but she read a lot more now.
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“Safe. Sonia and the rest of the girls and women we found have been taken care of.” Maksim knew the man wanted something more, so he waited. Antony didn’t disappoint him by saying, “Some of our guys aren’t so happy Oleg had to die the way he did. So here’s what we will do—” “No deal,” Maksim interrupted. Antony chuckled, a hand going over his belly. “You haven’t heard me out.” He said nothing, and the other man added, “I’m guessing you don’t want to see this Sonia. I’m as curious as you probably are. Is that her real name? Why do you look so much like her? Why did Oleg keep her in such a place after she birthed the heir to his throne?” “What do you want?” “Nothing. For now,” Antony added. “But soon, we might need your help. If you agree, I’ll let you know where Sonia is.” Maksim dropped the file on the bench. It was still open, so he gazed longingly at the picture. He had lost Camilla and Doris, could he lose his mother? How was he certain it was her? His he
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 120: Our cliff (I)
The living room was quiet. Maksim and Christian sat on the floor. A few times, he glanced at the phone in his hand, expecting it to light up with his wife’s name. Things had progressed from bad to worse since the day she overheard his conversation with Vanya. Before that day she was only giving short replies, but now? She said nothing. A few people around him had suggested a change of location to help her mood, so now they were camped in Christian’s other apartment. It was located Nightfall Hills. But Camilla hadn’t reacted to the move, not even Doris’ appearance. He brought the housekeeper to cheer her up. Their relationship had improved. He wasn’t sure if those two spoke. But whenever he was around them, both women were always quiet. “What do you keep looking at?” Christian asked, snatching his phone from him. Maksim shrugged. His head fell back to the couch he was propped against. He wished for so many things he would never have. “She’s leaving me.” “How
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Camilla was still asleep when Maksim left the room. There was a smile on his lips as he stepped out. He had to arrange pillows in a long line so she wouldn’t know he was gone. Christian called as he got into his car. At first, they had agreed for his wife to move to Nightfall Hills. A change of location, as was suggested by everyone and also get her closer to her family. With his enemies dead, she wouldn’t have to worry about her safety. But he wanted her to go home when she felt better, close to the version of herself he took months ago.The call lasted seconds. They would visit his friend but might end up not staying. He would have to ask her first. As he got closer to his destination, he pulled out his phone to call Ivan. Camilla was slowly getting better, and he needed to check on her. He had never left the house without informing her first, but he hadn’t wanted to wake her up this morning. She looked cute. He also had Ivan at home for emergencies.A
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Alek was taking too long to get out of the bathroom. Camilla patted her foot on the floor. She had the option of knocking, but he would demand her voice. Talking still felt strange. While in captivity, she had gotten used to the silence. Her voice didn’t save her when those men had her on the floor. She had begged them to let her go, but…But what?A mental block paused her thoughts. The memories after that were too fuzzy. A blank wall she couldn’t get past. Something bad had happened. That was for sure, even if she didn’t know what it was now. The only person’s touch she could tolerate was Alek’s. Even Doris’ doleful eyes couldn’t get her to allow more body contact. Her body was revolting against something her brain and mind was stopping her from remembering.The baby was gone. Their baby. Alek hadn’t blamed her. He didn’t even mention it. That was supposed to be the surprise. The final addition to their ha
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They could get another baby. If not this year, then next. The most important thing was Maksim had his wife back. Even if she had becoming unbearably quiet. Camilla was awake now. He could tell from how she pulled the cover over her shoulders.Maksim had tugged it down at night to hug her while she whimpered in her sleep. There was no conclusion on the rape. The tests for STIs had also come up negative. Dr Igor mentioned the absence of semen, but according to him, that could also be because of how long ago the assault happened. For now, they couldn’t conclude on if she had or hadn’t been molested. Only Camilla could answer that question for him.The blood was from losing their baby. A baby he couldn’t protect. Maksim stood by the bedside table, his hands fisted at his sides as he stared at the woman on the bed. She looked like his wife, but she wasn’t. She was someone else. A broken version. Her back was turned to him, and in his hand, he held a roma
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 116: For true evil
Couldn’t the car possibly go faster? Left to Maksim, he would have swam across the river, but that would have been a stupid move. How would he carry Camilla after finding her? Now he was in a car with Ivan behind the wheels. His driver had arrived while he was talking to the men.After today’s display at the house, he was sure no one would question his authority for a long time. Before their fear of him fully dissipated to be replaced by respect, he would fish out every single one that had partaken in Camilla’s disappearance and eliminate them from this earth. If that was the only thing he would do as a Grand Sinner, he was completely fine with that.Maksim had never thought of himself as good, even the time with Camilla hadn’t changed that view he had of himself. But the incident of this morning had revealed he had the capacity for more. For true evil.The car slowed as they reached a lonely path. The road was rocky. Trees lined each side of t
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 115: Baby (II)
If Maksim wasn’t going to listen to Doris at all, the use of his full name had grabbed his attention. She had never called him that. That being said, she stormed out of his sight. Baby? Camilla was pregnant? She wasn’t one to keep secrets from him. Not ones as huge as this. Think, Mak. Think.Wait. She promised to give him a surprise when they reunited. Was that it? No. No!Rage penetrated Maksim’s frame. On his feet, he went to their room. All plans to wait for Dmitri’s reveal dissipated into thin air as the housekeeper’s words danced in his head.Baby.Their baby.He lied to her.He promised to protect her, and he didn’t.In their room, Maksim grabbed two guns and attached silencers to them. For every of Papa’s man he met on the way to his office, he put a bullet in the centre of their forehead. Bodies fell around him. He had the element of surprise and silence for the attack. By the time he arrived at Pa
