All Chapters of Russian Mob Kingpin’s Doll: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

[Third Person’s Point of View—Nikolai]The wind picked up, lashing harder down below, howling in lamentations just as Nikolai pushed all his men to scour the estate’s perimeter. The ostensibly tranquil snow day gradually deteriorates into a blizzard, and they have little time to locate anything before the weather worsens. Few hounds have been let to search for footprints in the snow, and all fading tracks lead to the forest's periphery.The power had been restored, and the low humming from the fence could be heard a hundred meters away. However, the only thing that remains in the snow that made Nikolai certain that Erin had been captured was the hooves marks on the ice and a couple of foot tracks slowly disappearing as the new layer of snow draped over it.‘Where are you, doll?’ Nikolai groused in his thoughts, he swept his eyes across the white sheet of ice surrounding him, hoping she would somehow miraculously appear in his sight. However, everything is void and empty. He caught th

[Erin]Seraglios. That’s the name I heard before from Akim and the one responsible for the ambush that happened at the hospital. But now, as I think back on it, Tommaso just wanted to see me. That his granddaughter is alive. I don’t know what held him back then, and he let me go with Nikolai. Things might have been easier if he had taken me that time. I wouldn’t have fallen for a man I wasn’t supposed to. Not when he only sees me as an object for his carnal pleasure and nothing more. Have I ever said to myself that I am a fool?Yeah, I might already have. A hundred times already.I sat in my bed, staring at the white wall, not knowing what I was really looking into. I couldn’t go back to sleep when I had just woken up, but my mind racing in torrent flashes. Some of them I wish were the life I want to be in, and some were the life I want with Nikolai and the people close to mine without any impediment blocking our way. That we are in a parallel universe, and both of us are in love, an

[Erin]Truce. I don’t know what it is all about.I’ve been thinking about everything Mikael said to me earlier. He scares me. That avaricious pile of crap I know I couldn’t trust. Does my grandfather know that he fostered a snake under his roof? I desperately wanted to tell him what happened and that Mikael tried to hurt me, but I am still hesitant around him. It's possible that he's my mother's biological father, but there's a good reason why she left him behind. I am certain that it was not solely about my father, the reason why she did it, or an excuse for why she did not tell me anything about my grandfather. I am sure of this. She never once brought up the fact that my grandfather is still with us or emphasized that I had family somewhere else.There must be an explanation. I had only been here for a day, and I already wanted to get away after what Mikael had done to me. Threatening me to marry him for Tommaso’s fortune. That simple of a statement receives my unqualified assen

[Erin]I slammed the door shut, tears brimming at the corner of my eyes, and I didn’t try to stop them from coming. They began rolling down, one by one, until they streamed without stopping, making my vision blurry as I dove into my bed. Burying my face into the pillows and screamed at the top of my lungs. Letting out all my frustrations, my anger, and all the mishap that is going on with my life by punching the sheets hoping that it was Mikael’s face.How could this happen? I should be happy that my grandfather found me, that he had gifted me all of his fortunes. But why does it cost so much? That serpent bastard, how dare he threaten me.I thought I would be free, yet here I am again, locked up in a damn luxurious cage. I miss him. I miss Nikolai, and I just wanted to be back in his mansion. To his arms. To feel his touch. To hear his voice again, telling me that everything would be alright. That he will not let anything bad happen to me as long as I am with him.Yes, I may be erra

[Erin]My stomach twisted and retched as if someone had pushed their hands through my mouth and pulled my organs out, while my fingers curled around the edge of the sink, and my nails dug into the porcelain surface. I felt as if someone was pulling my insides out of me.My vision became blurry, my ears rang, and I couldn't stop the uncontrollable flow of tears that were streaming down my cheeks.It was a horrible feeling, spilling all my guts down the drain. The acrid tang lingered in my mouth as I heaved out the final content of my stomach before my lungs eventually had their considerable amount refill of air. Why am I feeling sick? Was it the sour spaghetti I’ve eaten? God, even the mango juice I requested for dinner tastes sour like the one I had on the plane. A knock came through the door, followed by a concerned voice. “Signorina Erin, are you alright?”I turn the tap on and rinse my mouth from the acidic aftertaste of my own puke before responding to the woman outside.“Yes,