All Chapters of The Mafia’s One Night Stand Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Andrey. “You deserve what she did to you because you’re a weak ass.”The words slice through me like a knife, but I keep a stoic expression. My attention is solely on the beaten and battered man before me, his body covered in sweat and blood, gasping for air. The sight of a grown man reduced to this state fills me with a perverse satisfaction.I deliver a powerful blow, my fist connecting with his jaw, causing him to groan in pain. He's resilient, which is precisely why he's one of the best at what he does. But he crossed a line, a line that I cannot tolerate.“You’re fucking wasting your time, man,” Jayden spoke again when I didn’t answer his pathetic insult. Amid the insults hurled at me by Jayden, I continue my assault, unflinching, focused on my task. His job was simple: protect Hazel. But he failed. Two nights ago, she walked home alone and was mugged by some men. She's physically okay, but I can't forgive myself for allowing her to experience such fear when I was still alive. S

Andrey. I should be pleased to know Hazel has something for me now but I feel terrified of how she'd think of me when my Zia mentioned I was getting married which I had no idea. Amanda loves playing with fire. I'll give her the show—adding fuel to the blazing fire until it burns her to ashes. The flicker of anger and betrayal I saw in Hazel's eyes worries me to confront her again. She must be thinking I'm such a dick to ask her to be my lover when I'm getting married. I don't even know who the bride is but I know that I'm not getting married! It's just some bullshit fabricated by Amanda to get to Hazel because she knows there's something between us. There isn't anything between us in Hazel's point of view but she's what I desire. I look at her as one of my top priorities and my responsibility. It fucking burns me to be away from her for the whole night which is why I sometimes spend half the night parked by her apartment just to feel closer to her. Psychotic act, Jayden said. C

Andrey. "Why her?" Jayden asked, his voice cutting through the silence of the car."Why anyone else when she exists?" I retorted, answering his unnecessary question. He gave me a quizzical look, then shook his head, focusing back on driving. "This girl has really gotten to you," he remarked.I chuckled softly, shoulders shrugging. "She doesn't know this, but she has a lot of power over me. And that scares me a lot. I've never felt this way for anyone," I admitted, sighing."Not even Madison," Jayden scoffed. I looked at him with a shocked expression. Madison was his sister, and I never expected him to bring her name into this. A strange discomfort curled in my chest. I glanced at Jayden and shook my head. "Don’t start," I pleaded. I didn't want to delve into that painful memory, the blame unfairly pinned on me for her death after she had an abortion, claiming the child was mine.I never took Madison's life as she took mine until her tragic end, and everyone accused me of causing it.

Andrey. Every fiber of my being is devoted to protecting Hazel, but every day presents new challenges. It's not that I'm incapable of facing them, but it's startling how those who claim to love me can inflict the deepest wounds. The very ones who purport to shield me often become my enemies. Trust has become a luxury I can't afford; not even in my own judgment around Hazel. Despite my desire to be with her always, there are times I force myself to keep a distance. It pains me, but I can't shake the fear that I might unwittingly bring harm to her. Like today, she injured her head and blacked out. My mind instantly accuses Amanda of foul play, yet I grapple with the possibility of it being just an accident. Still, the suspicious circumstances linger. Amanda's warnings echo in my mind, her words a haunting reminder of the danger Hazel faces by being with me. The sight of Hazel, more broken than ever after Amanda's wrath, is unbearable. As Amanda cruelly terminated her employme

Andrey. Hazel is so stubborn , a trait that both frustrates and intrigues me to no end. Despite her stubbornness, I am compelled to maintain patience in her presence. There's an allure in her fierce independence, a quality I admire even as I recognize the vulnerability she conceals beneath her facade. She guards her emotions closely, yet to me, she's an open book, transparent as glass."Where is she heading to now?" I inquire, the urgency evident in my voice. "It seems she's headed towards her mother's apartment," the guard replies dutifully. "Keep a watchful eye on her and ensure her safety. Inform me of the address upon her arrival." With that directive given, I conclude the call, setting the phone down upon the desk with a heavy sigh. My hand instinctively finds its way through my hair, a gesture born of frustration and concern.The disdainful sound of Jayden's scoff reaches my ears, a predictable reaction to my ongoing vigilance over Hazel. I've grown accustomed to his disappro