Semua Bab Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno: Bab 31 - Bab 40

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ The sound of the clock ticking was the only sound that could be heard in the room. My focus was on the tumbler half-filled with whiskey, I twirled it around and the ice clinked against the glass. A full-bodied cigar burned between my fingers. "I have been told that there's a girl living in your house for months." I faced my father, he looked displeased. Anger radiated off his body, he rolled his shoulders to get rid of some of the tension. "Two and a half months to be precise" I answered smoothly. "Why?" he asked, I could pick up the annoyance in his voice. "She's an orphan..." "You tellin' me that you did that to be charitable?" I rolled the cigar between my fingers and took a drag. "Precisely" He chuckled, shaking his head, and muttered something under his breath. "There's that fundraising event coming up, be charitable there, not in your fucking home, son" A sardonic breath escaped me. "I don't take orders from you anymore, pops" "Get rid of her

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ My eyes were locked with Nikolai's, I didn't look away and neither did he. All of a sudden, I realized how alone I was in this room full of people. He was the only one I considered mine after the death of my parents but he belonged to someone else. I broke eye contact to look at the unfamiliar faces around me. They were mostly Costellos... his family. Bianca was also a Costello, she was his cousin. I had no one. I had no one... "E, are you alright? What's wrong?" Bianca's voice echoed again. I ignored her and took off. I walked down the hall toward the exit. A sarcastic laugh dripping with bitterness left my lips. My eyes had turned red and were glistening with tears but I didn't let them fall. I walked past the security, keeping my head down. The cold air bit into my skin. I had forgotten my coat inside but I didn't care. I just wanted to be away from here, away from him. I don't want to see him again. My heels were a little unstable on the cobblestone d

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I scrubbed it again and again and again but it just won't get cleaned. The stubborn bloodstains were starting to get on my nerves. I didn't go to sleep last night. I couldn't, I kept thinking and thinking and thinking about so many things, so, now here I was. Cleaning. I decided to tidy up the house myself. And for the last hour, I have been trying to remove the bloodstain from the floor. Ugh! Annoyedly, I threw the washcloth onto the stain and held my head in my hands. "I hate this..." "Woah!" Scott strolled down the stairs, looking at me with confused eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Cleaning..." I mumbled He frowned. "Why?" "Because..." I heaved a sigh. "I couldn't sleep... I just wanted to do something and turns out I suck at cleaning!" His eyes lit up with amusement and he laughed "Niko has sent me your bank details, I'll hire a team of cleaners to take care of this, replace the furniture and I think it's time I buy a new cell phone." H

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ The gunshot rang out the entire dining room. Everyone glanced at me and then diverted their gazes back to their meals not questioning me or my authority. The Russells seemed wary of my decision to kill my own men off. The truth is he had pissed me off two months ago and since then I have been trying to get my revenge. He had shown a desire to marry Evangeline and that for some reason pissed me the fuck off. Leaning back, I rested a forearm on the table. Anger burned in my chest, I had to keep it in check so, I won't kill every single fucking person in here. And I really wanted to put a bullet in Paul Russell's head. Grace's mother showed her distaste by glaring directly at me. Apparently, she did not like the idea of blood while she was peacefully eating her dinner. Why the fuck was she married to a Don then? I'm pretty sure Paul had done some pretty fucked shit in front of his family. It was the reason Grace turned out to be a fucking walking disaster. I

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ I gripped the weapon in my hands as I gestured for my men to stay back. The dirty old building stood in the middle of nowhere. This is the location that Mark Leopold had sent me. It could be a trap and here I fucking was. It looked like something Ignacio Reyes would own. He was a fucking scum. He didn't belong to any of the mafia's family, he was more of a small-town gangster that had made big and decided to cross me after I had put a bullet in his father's head. I had more men, more wealth, and more power than him but that didn't stop him. He was hellbent on destroying me. Someone gotta teach the fucker that no one gets away after crossing Nikolai Costello. A few of the men were out patrolling the area. They were unaware of our presence. Putting the silencer on our guns, I aimed at one of their heads. A bullet shot out of the barrel of my gun; piercing his skull. One bullet, that's all it took before he slumped on the ground like a puppet released from his string