All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia and Gives birth to Sextuplets : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Forty-five minutes later, I’m fully dressed and I’ve applied a little mascara and lip gloss. For the sake of time, I’ve blow-dried my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. I think the jeans, silk blouse, and jacket ensemble should do the trick. I head out onto the landing and peer down to see Nathan and a younger version of himself having a rather intense discussion in Russian complete with pinched brows and flying hand gestures. Nicolaus’s hair is a little wavier than Nathan’s straight locks, but the color is the same chestnut brown. And the eyes, which suddenly flick up to me, are every bit Nathan’s. His expression softens a smidgen and the discussion ceases. Nathan glances up at me but is still frowning as if I’ve disturbed a very important discussion. “Hello,” I say with a little wave as I ascend the stairs. “Hi,” Nicolaus replies, smiling now. I’d say he was equally as handsome as Nathan but at twenty-one, he’s yet to completely lose the boyish look. While they have a simi

I find myself happily contemplating all of the above with Mads. I didn’t realize I had a dream girl, but Chleo Wood is it. And I knew that she was bright and talented, but seeing her at work today in the O.R….I wasn’t exaggerating when I said she was a rockstar, which would make me the horny groupie waiting to get backstage to fuck her clean into next week. My cell pings with a text. I’m hoping it’s Mads, telling me she’s thinking about me or just wanting to tell me about some new procedure she just assisted on. But it’s from…Layla. How the fuck did she get this number? Only five people have it, and she isn’t one of them. Sergei. That fat bastard! Hi Sebastian – it’s Natasha. I will be arriving in ten days. We should talk, make plans. Kissy face emoji. Suddenly I feel as if a thousand-pound anchor is around my neck, weighing me down, taking me under. How do I keep her away from Chleo? I have to buy myself more time to craft a bulletproof plan to free myself of this engagement wi

Go home, Layla ,” I order. “Yes, sir,” she says and quickly grabs her bag and hurries out of the place like it’s on fire. My hands are trembling, and it feels like a thousand frantic birds flapping in my chest. “I was forced into the betrothal, but I’m working on a plan to free myself of it. Layla is Sergei’s lover, and I’veneverlaid a finger on her. Since the day we met, there’s been no one but you,Chleo.” I take a step closer, encouraged that she seems to be listening. “That’s why I wanted you to move in with me, to sleep in my bed every night. I wanted you secure in the fact that you’re it for me.” I lower my eyes and nod. “Yes, it was wrong of me to keep that information from you, but I was terrified that if you knew, you’d have nothing to do with me.” I lift my eyes to hers, the expression is stern but at least she appears to be processing my words, weighing them carefully. “You can accuse me of lacking the courage to tell you, but you can’t accuse me of being unfaithful or two

I snort-laugh. “Ben attended the place is filled with smart, funny, attractive women.” His mouth twists. “Oh, maybe a little, but none that saved his life and helped him out of a sticky situation.” He grins. “You are a very smart doctor, but you also have a little bit of a dark streak to you.” I’m taken aback. “I most certainly do not.” His eyes narrow a bit. “I know you bent rules to help him and to help me.” He chuckles softly, “I don’t think you did it just because Ben winked at you. There must be some small part of you that…liked it.” “No, I am not saying that you are like the Wilson family. No, nothing like that. I just say you like,” he pinches his fingers together. “A little bit of the dark side. Like just dip your big toe in the water.” Despite myself, I laugh at his analogy, and he sighs in relief. “You are a very good woman, Chleo. Beni lucky to find you.” I shake my head. “I’ve got to be honest with you, Mrs Wood. This betrothal is a real sticking point for me. I won’

Did you kill my father, Sergei? Did you order a hit on your own brother? If he’s out of the way and I’m the new boss, I can dictate how the family proceeds with healing the rift between the two powerful families. In other words, there’d be no need to marry Layla. I try not to focus on it, try not to want it so badly that it skews my perspective when I view the cold, hard evidence. The proof must be iron clad to take out a boss for dishonorable conduct. I go into the Deli and head to the back offices. One of them is constantly reserved for our use. While I wait for Stieg, I make a quick sweep of the place for wiretaps and listening devices. I find none but still switch on the noisy fan to provide enough background interference. His club would’ve have been a far more secure spot, but I’d promised Chleo. I stop to think about all the ways Chleo is changing me and the ways I’ll change her. I refused to meet at Stieg’s club because I promised Chleo, I’d never step foot in there again.