All Chapters of Russian Mob Kingpin’s Doll: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

[Erin]As soon as my opponent gave up, the entire weight room erupted in a deafening cheer that reverberated throughout the training gym. I was heavy-breathing into short gasps and sweating furiously, as if my body had turned into a faucet that had been left open. My heart bludgeoned against my chest, as I collapse on top of my opponent and then rolled off him. Sprawling flat into the ring’s floor as my spirit sailed into the sky with happiness.I felt sore all over, my body battered in every inch, but it was all worth it and I have never been so proud of myself before.“I did quite underestimate you,” my opponent snorted as he pushed himself up all the while shaking his head. I could only muster up a feeble giggle as a response to him since I was too fatigued to voice a single word by the time I noticed Akim and Tiara jumping into the ring and sprinting towards where I lay down.“Damn girl you did it!” She dropped to her knees next to me and slowly assisted me in sitting up. Akim st

Chapter 113: Heated Ice[Erin] Nikolai… his voice suddenly makes my heart do cartwheels. But Akim’s face suddenly popped at the back of my head, and the kiss we shared. Guilt was gnawing right on the surface.“What are you doing here?” I inquired curiously, keeping my voice from trembling as the cold slowly got into my skin. The fog on my breath clouded right on my face, but I tampered down the shiver coming up my spine as I strained my neck and looked at him.The snow falls around us like confetti, spiraling as they race into the pool.“I should be asking the same for you. How was your victory party?” Nikolai sat right on the edge, dipping his legs into the water, drenching half of his pants. He was only wearing a plain white tee-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. I don’t know what he’s doing here in the middle of the night, but I one thing I am sure of, he couldn’t sleep either.The kiss that Akim and I shared, a part of me felt like I was betraying him. I know Akim didn’t mean to

[Erin] I didn’t remember falling asleep after last night, but one thing that remained buried in my mind was the thing Nikolai said about no one touching me. The next morning I woke up in a strange bed. I was still naked, but with a blanket wrapped around my body.Panic was about to strike me, but then the familiar scent clicked on me just at the same time Nikolai came into my line of sight. He got out from a black-painted door which I assumed was the bathroom. His hair was wet, and rivulets of water droplets rolled down his chest and disappeared underneath the black towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. My mouth instantly went dry from the sight of him. The remnants of memory from last night plague my brain, immediately sending funny sensations to my lower belly.I quickly diverted my attention around me before I lost control and threw myself into him. Also, I do not want him to see me looking lustfully at him like some hungry vulture ready to devour him. “Why am I here?” I

[Erin]I froze, my body still trembling with a hot flash of anger coursing through my veins. Blood oozes from the side of Sabina’s head, and fear creeps right through me like a bucket of ice, extinguishing my rage into sizzles as I watch her suddenly slump into the floor.“Oh, God!” Micah shrieked hysterically from behind me, dashing to her feet, and kneeled down beside Sabina. I couldn’t move. I wanted to, but my body refused to obey what my mind commands. Have I killed her? Am I now a murderer? I was so angry that I hadn’t for a moment to think. I could have slapped her back, yanked her hair, and scratched her face. But I didn’t. I slammed her on the cupboard, and now she’s bleeding. I couldn’t even swallow the fear residing in my throat.“Miss Sabina, can you hear me?” Micah held her by the shoulders, taking her head and inspecting the wound. I couldn’t breathe, my heart pounding too fast. A feather could have knocked me off my feet if someone dared to bludgeon me with it.Just

[Erin]The sound of the water splattering against the tiles ricocheted into the four-cornered wall of my bathroom. The steam rose from the tub as I stared blankly at the ceiling.I feel like I've shed enough tears for the day, and I don't think more liquid is coming out of my body if I weep any longer.The hot bath helped me calm down, making my head clear from any thoughts. I don't remember much about how I managed to get off the floor and took myself here. I just came to my senses, and somehow I am already soaking in the steaming water. Micah hadn't shown up, and I’m glad that she didn't.I lifted my hand closer to my face and examined the swollen knuckles on my fingers. The water droplets rippled into the surface. I'm bruised, almost broken. I've endured too much damage to my body, yet surprisingly, I still live. Does God have such a deep-seated hatred for me?Why would He choose to give me such a miserable life? I may not have gone to church, but I believe in his Almighty Existe