Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I slammed open the bedroom door and took off all of my clothes before running to the bathroom. I didn't even care to flick the lights on as I moved closer to the bathtub. I fill the bathtub, the water nearly overflowed as steam surged from the scalding water. I step inside, and the hot water burned my skin, into my wound but I didn't care. The burn felt like it was washing away their hands, their touch. I clenched my jaw to distract myself from the burn. This is good. It will wash their hands off me. It will wash off their touch. I squirt a good amount of body wash on the loofah and started to scrub. I scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed, the blistering water scorching my skin. The cuts that had turned into scabs got ripped once more, bleeding out. The dull ache in my stomach intensified, it hurt to even clench my teeth. Their laughing faces flashed before my eyes. I remembered the way their bodies smelled, their breath smelled. It just made me scrub more

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ I'm weak. Too fucking weak. I let her get too close to me. Until recently, I only ever really loved one woman in my life. My mother, I respected her, loved her. Anastasia Costello. I thought she was the only one who really knew me, the only one that can tear down my walls. I thought my ability to love ended with her, and I was fine with that. I've watched her writhing in pain, struggling to breathe, tears leaking out of her eyes but she couldn't move. My mother fought long and hard with the disease before she lost that battle. I thought that was it. My only weakness, the only woman I ever loved is dead and now I'm fucking invincible. But then she happened. The morning Elijah Bolton died, I didn't fucking know what I was getting myself into when I brought his daughter into my home. I hadn't given it a second thought, I didn't even know what I was going to do with her. The men in my circle had many ideas about what I should do with her, but I didn't fuckin

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ Someone pounded on my bedroom door waking me up from my deep slumber. I groaned and stuffed my face back into the pillow to block out the sound coming from the door. The knocking intensified, whoever it was, didn't really have much patience. I sat up and glanced at the wall clock. It was only six o'clock in the morning. I rubbed my eyes to rid of the grogginess, tossed the duvet aside, got to my feet, and headed for the door. I opened it and was met with an unknown face. She was wearing the uniform the household help used to wear. "What?" I asked. "Don Niko had requested you to freshen up and wear this before you come downstairs." Frowning, I took the clothes from her and noticed that they were gym clothes. I heaved a sigh, I liked it better when I could say no to him but I dug my own grave when I promised him that I'd listen to him and follow his rules but that's all there was to it. I'm not the same girl who had a massive crush on him. I closed the b

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ We stopped at a small Italian restaurant. A man valets our car as Scott and I walked inside. It was overly crowded, filled with big, bulky men. There was not even a single woman in sight except for the waitress in a skimpy dress that flashed her underwear as she bent to pick something off the floor. All of the men gave Scott a nod, acknowledging his presence. A few of them stood up as Scott walked by. Why does it feel like they were all a part of their mafia? Darkness and cruelty dripped from their eyes. There were just too many tattoos, scars, and scowls in the restaurant. They all avoided looking directly at me maybe it was because I was with their underboss. A few of them glanced at me and then looked back down at whatever they were doing like they have committed a sin. We sat at the table in the corner, I placed my hands over it and leaned ahead. "Why do I feel like they all are scared of me?" "Because they are." I frowned. "Why?" "They all are

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ The sound of Grace's footsteps became closer and closer. I started to panic, my palms turned sweaty as I looked between the door and Nikolai's feral eyes. I was sitting on the countertop, and Nikolai was standing between my parted legs with his hand fisting my hair and gripping my neck. And his fiancée was right outside the kitchen door. "Stop right where you are, Grace, do not take another step," Nikolai ordered, and the footsteps stopped almost instantly. I sucked in a breath, Nikolai's eyes were trained on me. His eyes narrowed from the edges as rage flashed through. My heartbeat accelerated, and my breathing became shallow. "Grace, if I told you to never fucking speak again, would you do it?" he asked her while his eyes were focused on me, his fingertips burning in the side of my neck. "I would..." came her light voice from right outside the door. "If I asked you to strip naked right the fuck now, would you do it?" "Yes..." her voice was absolut