All Chapters of Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "Is that Chase Nickelson?" she asked, with stars illuminating her eyes. I followed her gaze and saw the up-and-coming actor Chase Nickelson socializing with the people. The only reason he was here is that he owe me his career and his life. I'm the one who made him a star. Just pulled some strings and made his life, "Yeah..." She gasped, "I love him..." I turned to her, "What?" "God! He is perfect!" she squealed like a little girl. I lifted a shoulder, "He's alright..." "I love his movies..." "Evangeline, do you want him to die?" A frown appeared on her forehead and she looked up at me. "What?" "If you kept on praising him like that, I might get jealous, and trust me, you don't want to see me get jealous," I told her bluntly. She squinted her eyes at me before a devilish smile pulled on her lips. "And why would you be jealous?" "Because you are mine..." Her smile wavered and she nodded, "Right..." she mumbled under her breath with a disappointing

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I took a long breath as a tear slid down my cheek dropping to the ground. The barrel of the gun dug into my forehead harshly. His knee between my chest was making it difficult to breathe. My hair was all wet, and the back of my head was bleeding profusely, I took a deep breath but it hurt my ribcage. I exhaled, and inhaled again, realizing I was scared. My head swam; I tried to return to reality. My stomach tightened, but I can't just give up, not like this. I gasped, my throat burned in agony, blood licking out from my mouth. He had banged my head against the floor so many times that it was getting difficult to comprehend what was going on around me. I still tried to fight back, my hand raised sluggishly, slick with blood as I tried to grab him. He slapped my hand away, laughing at my pain. "I don't want to kill you, Evangeline. I did care about you for a short amount of time in between. But you need to understand that it was not your place, I was ten, t

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ Today marks exactly two months since I had last seen her beautiful light brown eyes. She was here but not really here. She was alive, her heart still beats, she breathes in and out, and her wounds have healed considerably. She doesn't move, she doesn't react to my touch. She just lays on the bed, ghastly pale. She lies comatose on the bed, due to blunt force trauma to the head and excessive blood loss. The bastard had cracked her head open in three places. They had to shave her head off for the stitches. If she had been conscious, I know she would have never allowed the doctors to do anything to her hair, she loves it too much to just shave it off. I'm pretty sure she is going to have a complete meltdown when she wakes up... If she wakes up. But her hair had grown back, they weren't too long—but the short hair looked incredibly cute on her. I wish I could tell her that. For the first month, the doctors kept her in the Intensive Care Unit but then I brought her

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ Nikolai has been walking on eggshells around me, it was surprising because I have never seen him act like that before. He hadn't brought up what happened the day I was shot, whenever I asked about it, he turns the conversation toward my health, and whenever I try to talk about divorce; he completely bails on me, and he runs from the scene. I sighed and looked around the bedroom, being cramped up in here was messing with my sanity. I slowly scooted to the edge of the bed and placed my foot down on the ground. With the help of the nightstand, I stood up and slowly and steadily walked to the bathroom. I had started taking a shower by myself and doing little activities by my own self. My limbs were slowly getting their strength back but eating was another story. Nikolai forced fed me most of the time, he had hired a nutritionist to prepare a special diet for me, and a physiotherapist, so, my body can get its power back and exercises that improve the blood flow

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I have recovered, I'd say I have completely recovered but Nikolai doesn't agree with me. He still thinks that I need to be extra careful in whatever I do. He was overprotective of me, he always was, I just realized it later on. I have stopped talking to him altogether, I'm ignoring him just like he did to me. I have moved to a bedroom downstairs, we haven't been sleeping in the same bed. He hadn't touched me; I could see how much he wanted to a few times in between but he was letting me have this one. Getting bored out of my mind, I grabbed a bikini out of my closet and decided to go for a swim. I started training again, boxing, krav maga, and martial arts to help gain my focus and muscle strength back. Swimming always helped me relax and I haven't done it in so long because Uncle Luca didn't have a pool. Nikolai told me that Uncle Luca isn't allowed to step foot in the United States, he called a few times and asked me to come back to him. I really didn't k