All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Captive Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

NaomiI was hopelessly in love the moment he told me he only wanted me.My breath caught as Gavril stalked toward me, his gaze sharp and a hint of that devilish grin on his handsome face.God, he could make me wet with that look! I wanted him so badly, insanely jealous of the way that his fingers had flown over the keys of the piano like he was stroking a lover. Gavril had played beautifully, just like I knew he would. With each rise and fall of the music, he had taken me on a roller coaster ride of emotion.It was almost like being with him. I had experienced the greatest highs and the lowest of lows with Gavril. Nothing was ever the same, and he could be so unbelievably moody at times. I had hesitated when he had asked me if I wanted to stay with him, but only because I needed to sort out my own tangled thoughts and feelings about him.The thought of living without Gavril was going to be far more painful than living with him. He was half my heart, and I knew there was nothing I coul

NaomiI dragged the brush through my hair before gathering it into a high ponytail and pulling out a few tendrils to frame my face. I had no idea what one wore to a fake kidnapping, but I figured it really didn’t matter in the end.I just wanted to stay alive.The door opened behind me and I smiled as I saw Gavril enter, dressed in one of his sinfully dark suits, the white shirt standing out in sharp contrast to his olive skin. In his arms he carried a bag, which he set down on the bed a moment later.“What’s that?” I asked, moving around on my vanity stool so that I could face him.“Your protection,” he answered, reaching in the bag to pull out a Kevlar vest. “I want you to wear this.”“I’ve never understood why the police put that on but keep their foreheads unprotected,” I said casually as I rose from the stool. “I mean, it’s easier to shoot someone in the head than it is to shoot them in the chest, right?”Gavril motioned for me to hold up my arms as he slid the vest over my head,

NaomiMy heart was in my throat when the door opened and Gavril stood there, his face streaked with God knows what and a look on his face that immediately told me something was wrong. I was up and out of the chair before he could take another foot inside the room, flying into his arms heedless of what was on him. “You’re all right,” I sobbed into his bare chest.His arms locked around me, and for a moment we stood there, his face buried in my hair and my tears wetting his skin. When I had first heard the gunshots, I’d realized that all our planning could be the end of his Bratva.We could actually lose the fight. As much as I wanted to go outside the house and protect the man I loved, I had stayed in the room like he had asked. Gavril would have been distracted if I had shown up, and what was I going to do anyway?Get myself killed or him killed? I couldn’t let that happen.When the gunfire faded, I’d never felt helplessness and worry as I had then. I didn’t know if it was going to be

NaomiI felt the moment that Gavril’s control slipped and he realized that he needed this too. There was too much emotion wrapped up between us, and now I had to worry about him not coming back.It was a real thing. He was going to Jon’s apartment, and it could be a trap. Knowing Jon, it was a trap, and at the end of this day, I could be mourning Gavril’s death.I couldn’t fathom not having Gavril walk back through that door.His cock sprang eagerly into my hand and Gavril hissed against my lips as I traced the length of him, my own hands shaking. I needed this just as badly as he did, but when Gavril stopped my assault on his body, I cried out in frustration.“Relax,” he murmured against my lips, moving my hand up to his chest and placing it over his rapidly beating heart. “Let me take care of you.”I knew he was in a time crunch, and it broke my heart that what could be our final time together was going to have to be rushed like this. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I needed

Naomi.The screen lit up a moment later and I shook my head, a wry smile on my face. It really couldn’t be that easy, could it?It didn’t take me long to locate a cache of pictures in a folder, and it was as I suspected. He had taken numerous photos of that day, some with my face fully visible.Fuck me.I let out a slow breath as I dragged the entire folder over to the recycling bin and permanently deleted it. The pictures were still on the hard drive, but I was going to make quick work of that in short order as well. I should just take it with me, but I wanted the fucker to know what I had done.To know he didn’t have a chance in hell of beating me or getting my wife.After I finished with the photos, I turned the laptop over and unscrewed the back, finding the hard drive. A few well-placed stabs to the fragile board destroyed it, but I wasn’t done. I carried the laptop over to the kitchen sink and threw it in, pulling out the revolver that was stashed in my jacket and extracting one