All Chapters of The Mafia’s Temporary Bride : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The limousine rolled to a stop, its tinted window giving the occupants privacy. Maksim placed a hand on Camilla’s knee.“Are you good?” he asked.“Nervous,” she confessed. “Otherwise…”“I’m here. Just stay with me. By my side.”With a nod, Camilla leaned over to kiss his cheek. He had shaved, his beards trimmed to an even length. A brief moment of them staring into each other’s eyes passed. His fingertips caressed the top of her lip, careful not to smear the gloss. He palmed the back of her head, his forehead melting against hers. She rested a palm on his chest. She might have a gun with her, but he would make sure they never had a need for it.Camilla’s door opened. She smiled once and exited the car. Another person opened his door. He stepped out and hurried to her side. A button on his jacket was undone, so he fixed it and took her hand. Outside was empty and quiet. Two men in suit guarded the entrance. The path leading to the guards was lined with rope barriers and bollards, proba

The clock ticked too loudly in the empty room. Maksim tapped his foot to the floor, his eyes narrowed at the door. The only source of light was from the crack of the curtains, but his eyes had adjusted to it.Papa wasn’t home yet. He was missing when Maksim entered. Asking Ivan and his men to return to the venue to decapitate those Kingsmen, box, and send it to Viktor before their members took them away hadn’t satisfied him. Camilla was upset at being left alone in their room but getting home had unleashed his anger. He didn’t want to transfer it to her. Someone tried to hurt him. Someone tried to hurt his wife.Attacks on his life weren’t new, but with Camilla there? How dare they? This was the second time the Nightfall Kings, those filthy, cowardly Kingsmen had boldly attacked them in public. In his domain. He couldn’t let this pass. This time, he wasn’t taking down only the minions. He was uprooting their leader. To hell with Knox and

Camilla was sore. Her breasts, especially her nipples, felt too sensitive to the touch. Her pussy had suffered the brunt of their constant sex marathon, and her ass was no exception. If he wasn’t fucking her pussy, it was her ass. Some days, he let her pussy rest while he finger fucked her ass. She loved it, but she was too sore. Training had been put on hold. Her routine comprised waking, eating, going to the library. She had missed the hammock. But it would have to be later because her legs could barely function.The sex was so good she had been in a constant state of euphoria, never once having to revisit the horror of the gala night until now. The sleep vanished as Alek grabbed the gun on the table to inspect it. Seeing him with one wasn’t a surprise, but it unearthed unpleasant memories. While Alek questioned the masked man, two other men had shown up through the same door they used. She had wanted to think they were friendlies, but the moment they put their ha

Papa’s club was horrible. A place for the filthy of the filthiest. Maksim hated this place and did his best to avoid it, but tonight, he couldn’t. Whatever fetish or kink you wanted to explore was found here. Powerful men and women frequented it to experience their darkest, kinkiest desires, their masks keeping their identities a secret. They knew him, but most of them didn’t know Camilla, hence why he needed her to wear a mask. He could feel her gaze on him as she awaited a reply.Touching the tip of the mask that rested on her nose, he said, “Sometimes, the people here need a subtle reminder to behave.”She wrenched the mask off her face. “I don’t understand, Alek. What’s this place?”“Land of debauchery,” he answered.There was no other way to explain it. If you had a kink, he could bet there was someone in here who could satisfy you. It was Papa’s kingdom, and as much as he hated the plac

Darkness acted as Maksim’s cover as he slipped into the Petrov’s household. Was this the security they boasted? He dropped into the compound, his gait confident and soundless as he went to the door. This part of the house was quiet, and the hallway dark. His headlamp illuminated the route he took. On each side of the wall were portraits of the dons starting from Viktor Petrov to the first don of Nightfall Kings.The silence had him looking around to be sure Knox hadn’t tricked him. Reaching his destination, he removed the headlamp and shoved it into the purse strapped around his thigh. The injection was inside. His eyes shut in a brief prayer as he grabbed the knob and opened the door. Bright lines stung his eyes, but he quickly adjusted to them. Viktor was alone in the office like Knox promised.Piles of dollar notes occupied nearly every inch of Viktor’s table. Close to the edge was a money counting machine. Was the man doing his calculations hims