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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. SheRelated chapters
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 97: Hope and fear
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
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 98: Four words
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
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 101: Something precious
Camilla shut down at Maksim’s remark. He stayed quiet, waiting for her next move. As far as she knew, he went there for business. To see the mayor not murder Viktor. She tried to sit up, but he shook his head. He liked her down here, looking up at him, pretending to hate him. She was upset but fucking her had resolved that. “Oh my God. Since when?” Camilla asked. “Since when do you care? He’s dead. Who cares about the when or other details?” This time, she sat up, her eyes glossy. Was she crying for the old fucker? He deserved what he got. Later, he would play her the audio of his apology. That was if he hadn’t lost it. He had to hide his phone in the madness that happened after. Nightfall Hills were mourning their king, and the streets wept with them. Movements had been slow. Everyone who came in and left over the last few days were monitored. He wasn’t an exception. A rival in the same city as the day the man died? Suspicious. Thankfully, Mila and Knox were on
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 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
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
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