All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Captive Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

NaomiI grabbed the gun off the floor and fired quickly, not caring if my bullet killed him as long as it struck him.“Naomi,” Jon growled. “I thought that your bastard of a husband would have taught you how to properly handle a gun.”A small chunk of the wall exploded near my face, and I realized that Jon was shooting back at me.He was shooting at me.With a cry, I ran down the hall, knowing that I was trapped either way I went unless I was going to take him head on. It was clear to me that he wasn’t just looking to take me now.He wanted to injure me, perhaps even kill me.I couldn’t let that happen. I had to protect the child inside me from this madman.“Come on, Naomi,” he called out as he turned the corner. “This is futile, and you know it. There’s nowhere for you to run or hide for long.”I just had to buy some time before Gavril showed up. He was coming. I had no doubt that he was coming to kill Jon if I didn’t kill him first.When I reached the end of the hall, I turned back a

NaomiI couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. In an instant, the entire situation had turned upside down, and now I was dealing with the love of my life bleeding out all over the carpet. “Gavril,” I tried again, swallowing the emotion that was built up in my throat. “Please. Tell me what to do.” His face was so unbelievably pale, pain etched into his gorgeous eyes, and I was worried.No, I was more than worried. I was terrified that he was going to die right here. I had watched him fight the bad guy in my life, my heart in my throat, as I knew that Gavril would come out on top. He was stronger, faster, smarter than Jon could ever be, and the glacier look in his eyes told me that Jon was a dead man even if I hadn’t shot him.Oh God, I had killed someone! The thought caused my throat to close up before I forced the feeling aside. Jon had deserved it. He had deserved everything he had coming for all the pain, all the hurt, all the killing he had done in his lifetime. When the knife had

NaomiI ran my fingers over the ivory keys, keeping my touch light so I wouldn’t press them down. Had it really been just yesterday that Gavril had sat here, playing his songs for me?It seemed like a lifetime ago, and now I wasn’t even sure I would ever hear him play again.A shudder sliced through me and I rose from the stool, unable to sit still for a long period of time. The basement was the safest place for me, Oleg had stated. After all, bodies littered the mansion and its grounds, now being cleared away by the Bratva that was left.It was a pitiful crew, no more than ten or twelve men, but they had come running the moment Oleg had let them know that their Pakhan was on death’s door. Even from my vantage point, I could hear them moving things upstairs and didn’t want to think about what would be left.Vera was gone. I wouldn’t see her pinched face anymore or have her give me strength when it was least expected. I thought about our last conversation and how she had begged me not

GarvrilThe doctor reached out and shook my hand. “It was a pleasure to do so.”Naomi entered just as Dr. Carter exited and sat on the bed, looking a bit better than she had the previous night. “Bad news,” I told her, reaching for her hand. “No sex.”She looked startled before rolling her eyes. “You did not ask Dr. Carter if we could have sex.”“I didn’t have to,” I stated before tugging on her hand until she was moving onto the bed. I had asked Carter to help me move over so that my wife could at least lie beside me, and he had obliged, even though it had been far too fucking painful to move. “Come here.”Naomi did as I asked, and when she was situated next to me, I pulled her hand up to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Marchetti still babysitting?” I asked lightly, not sure how I felt about having my enemy in my household.It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful that he had come for Naomi’s sake, but fuck, it was an odd feeling.“He and Ilsa left this morning,” Naomi said, resting our

NaomiTo block out the noise of his bones cracking. I scrambled to get them, and the moment I slid them on, piano music filled the air, much like the type that Gavril would play. The sound soothed my nerves somewhat, knowing that when I was finished here, we could move on with our future. He could play this melody for our child and me, do the things that he loved to do without fear that I was going to reject him.We had a bright future ahead of us, one that was going to be filled with love, laughter, and a bit of violence, but knowing that Gavril wasn’t going to do the trafficking anymore filled me with contentment so I could handle the rest. My husband wasn’t perfect, but neither was I.Wordlessly, with the music playing in my ears, I watched Oleg remove the tips of Jon’s fingers with his cutter, not bothering to wipe up the blood that dripped from the open wounds before he added the tips into the cup with the teeth. I couldn’t hear any of the noise that he was creating, but watching