All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Captive Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

GavrilI sensed the change in Naomi the moment the car pulled away from the curb. She waved at the girls and then tucked herself against the door, keeping a distance between us. From her reaction to me in Inessa’s kitchen, I’d thought the things we discussed today had been forgotten.Clearly that wasn’t the case. And as much as I wanted to force her to come to my side, I didn’t.Being with the girls today had done me some good. It had helped me keep my mind off the shit surrounding my life, including the Krasnaya brigadiers and the fact that my wife had disregarded my basic rules.I had also gotten my hands on the piano that I had bought for the girls, losing myself in my lessons with both of them and reconnecting my soul to music for a little while.No matter what I became in the future, what horrors I sustained or even caused, music soothed me.“Did you enjoy your visit?” I finally asked Naomi, tapping my fingers along my knee.“It was nice to get out,” Naomi responded, her gaze foc

GavrilI stared at my wife, astonished that she’d tried to pull the same fucking stunt again. When Ivan had called me and stated that there was a man at my fucking house, harassing my wife, I had ordered the car to be turned around, thinking that it could be a number of people. It was rare that they got past the iron gate, but considering I had just left myself, anyone could have slipped through while they were open.My first thought was that whoever had dared come to my personal residence would pay for harassing my wife in danger.But when I had seen Naomi herself behind the wheel of the car, every thought of how I was going to handle the situation had flown out of the window. She had been told not to leave, not to interfere with my staff, yet there she was, on her way out, and she would have made it had I not turned around.Where was she going? Why? Those were just a few of the questions I was going to get answers for right fucking now before I lost my shit.Still, as I looked at my

GavrilI caressed Naomi’s stomach, reminding myself of the child that was growing inside. She had asked me what she might’ve thought to be an innocent question. But to me, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than she realized. There had been a time with Katya that I would have left willingly.I believed that my mother knew it, which was why she was so against our relationship. Had Katya not tried to kill me that night, I might have truly given up everything to be with her.Maybe it was a fucking blessing in disguise, what Katya did. It would have been difficult to regain control after walking away from it all, especially from my mother. She would have seen me as a failure, not that she didn’t see me that way now.And now. I was looking at Naomi before me, not Sveta.I was looking at the woman who carried my child, who held my future in her hands whether she believed it or not.How could I not imagine my life with her outside of the Bratva? How could I not look at her and see a fut

GavrilI sat in the lounger on the terrace, Naomi settled between my thighs as we soaked up the late afternoon sun. After her nap, Vera had provided us lunch in Naomi’s bedroom. The housekeeper had arched a brow as she saw me in my joggers in the middle of the day, but wisely said nothing.It was odd for me not to be working. But after what the day had brought, I had two reasons for being here. First was to make sure that Naomi was safe. After that fucker had gotten on my property and scared the shit out of her, I was begging for him to show up again so I could handle him personally. If that meant staying home today with her, then I would.It wasn’t just protecting her though. I was enjoying myself. That was the second reason for me being here. She made me feel like a human, like I could be someone different and still keep my pakhan world separate.My phone vibrated in my pocket. I sighed. I pulled it out and looked at the number. It was the fourth time that Anatoly had tried to reach

GavrilI sat at the table in the far back of the club, guarded by Anatoly and a few other loyal Belaya brigadiers. The sniveling man before me was Justin Vida, a businessman who had once been considered a partner of the Belaya Bratva. He had used his real estate business as a front for me to push money to a few of my friends in Mexico and Canada. Until now.Now, there were rumors that he was keeping some of the money for himself. I had taken the liberty of checking the reports on my own. The old Russian adage of trust, but verify. And sure enough, the numbers added up.So, I had called Justin here for a discussion. A chance for him to plead his innocence. Or at the very least, own up to the theft.I demanded loyalty. It was the one trait that my own mother had instilled in me when she allowed me to take over the reins. Loyalty was everything to a Bratva but also to the businesses that I dealt in. If I couldn’t keep my own men honest with me, then how could I keep my reputation with th