All Chapters of The Mafia and His Angel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elijah:I ran my fingers through Anastasia’s hair, gently untangling a few of her curls as we sat on the floor while she checked the security cameras on her laptop.Having gotten her clothes from the house. She was now wearing jeans and a normal t-shirt rather than the dress she was originally here with.Aunt Nikita, Iris, and dad on the couch inside the office. Iris scrolled through her phone, dad was mindlessly annoyed by the fact that we got him out of the house and the fact that he was without his bottle of whiskey, and Aunt Nikita kept shaking her legs as she worried about Verone’s presence.No one knew why she was afraid and I didn’t explain the main issue as I didn’t want to break the respect this family had for one another. However, judging by Iris’s expression, I knew that she was still angry with me about our earlier conflict.“I swear this man turns into an ant when he doesn’t want anyone to see him” Blake snapped. He entered the office and shook his head at Anastasia “and

Elijah:I smirked at the sight of Verone who seemed to want to run when he saw me approaching. The man being restrained prevented him from moving, but seeing him scared to death was enough satisfaction to me.What he did to my beauty and what he made her live were two things that I would rather die than forget. The woman spent nights not being able to sleep, and seeing as he didn’t seem to care only annoyed me more than ever. I won’t even mention Aunt Nikita or Iris. My family members have been stirred since his appearance, and judging by everything; I knew that he was well aware of it, and if I dared mention it, the fucking bastard was enjoying it.I punched him in the face, breaking his jaw as I did. Anastasia wanted to be in here beside me, but I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to do this if she was here. Her soft side would take over her actions and I knew that she would have me stop.“I will ask you once, and you will answer, where are the rest of the people? Where do you hav

Elijah:I stood in front of the house where I knew that my malyshka’s father lived, debating on whether or not to enter the place.I knew that it took her everything to tell me about what he told her yesterday, but seeing her as weak as she was didn’t seem to escape my mind as I thought of the pain that she’s been living through. I didn’t know why the man left his daughter to struggle like he has and why he was refusing to take her back, but whatever his reason was; I didn’t like it, and needless to say; I couldn’t accept it.“Elijah, you know that she won’t like this” Yaroslav said and I sighed. It was the only reason why I wasn’t already inside, beating the life out of that man, and teaching him his limits. I nodded but walked toward the house anyway, ignoring the clench I felt in my chest as I heard a happy family inside, one that my wife was deprived of.I raised my hand to knock the door only to quickly decide against it and walk away. Yaroslav nodded in agreement, liking the dec

Elijah:“Would we be expecting you for dinner? Or do you plan on taking Anastasia anywhere?” Aunt Nikita asked, fixing my jacket. Anastasia already left to work with Blake a while ago. Yaroslav and I were just getting ready to head out. The day was going to be a bit of a long one, but I was happy that things were going the way the were. Anastasia was yet to see the surprise that I had for her during our honeymoon, I just hoped she that enjoys it.“We’ll be home for dinner, but if any changes are to happen; I’ll let you know” she nodded and I smiled kissing her forehead. I was thankful for having reached her at the airport before she left that night, and had it not been for Anastasia; I wouldn’t have known where she was, or when she left.Flashback:I entered the house, my hands shaking in fear when I realized that Aunt Nikita’s car wasn’t in the garage.“Aunt Nikita…” Iris stopped when she saw me, her eyes bloodshot red from crying. Anastasia shook her head and it was as if my center

“What do you mean that you’re selling your wife, Vladimir? Have you lost your mind?” Anastasia asked the Romanov Pakhan. Her eyes wide in surprise and confusion as they both explained their plan as if it was the most casual thing. They all sat in the office Elijah had fixed for her at the Estate. The office was renovated after they got married and regardless of it being for work, it was a lot homier than it was before. The leather couches that were added, and the wooden table which they were all sitting around now. The table now fit sixteen people rather than only six. Her desk has been changed too, and a new computer PC was brought over for her to be able to access data easily and securely. “This is a vengeance that we both swore to take, Anastasia, we cannot back away now when we’ve gotten this close to our target” Vladimir said looking her in the eye. Elijah wrapped his arm around his wife, preventing her from slapping the man in the face, knowing that she most probably would. “A