All Chapters of The Mafia’s Temporary Bride : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Camilla shut down at Maksim’s remark. He stayed quiet, waiting for her next move. As far as she knew, he went there for business. To see the mayor not murder Viktor. She tried to sit up, but he shook his head. He liked her down here, looking up at him, pretending to hate him. She was upset but fucking her had resolved that. “Oh my God. Since when?” Camilla asked. “Since when do you care? He’s dead. Who cares about the when or other details?” This time, she sat up, her eyes glossy. Was she crying for the old fucker? He deserved what he got. Later, he would play her the audio of his apology. That was if he hadn’t lost it. He had to hide his phone in the madness that happened after. Nightfall Hills were mourning their king, and the streets wept with them. Movements had been slow. Everyone who came in and left over the last few days were monitored. He wasn’t an exception. A rival in the same city as the day the man died? Suspicious. Thankfully, Mila and Knox were on

It was really Sofiya. Mama. This was her. Maksim brushed the tear that rolled down the corner of his eyes. Camilla was still on her knees. How did she get the pictures?“I can’t tell you,” she finally said.Maksim gulped. He didn’t want to ruin the progress they had made so far, but he had to know. Papa destroyed everything. The only memory he had was in his head. On some days, his mind played tricks on him. He couldn’t remember if she had jet black hair like him or auburn curls. The pictures showed it was jet black. He looked like her. Camilla tried to pry the phone from him. He didn’t release it to her but swiped on the next image to check for more pictures. Wow. They were gone. What happened?“It’s gone,” he cried out in despair.“Yes. You can only view it once.”She must be kidding. When had he ever put a restriction on her family pictures?“Tell me,” he snapped.“I can’t.” She stood, wriggling her fingers. Her reluctance was thick, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see Mama again.

So far, Alek had kept to his words. He had received zero calls since they both sank into their lounge chairs. The silence stretched between them, comfortable and palpable. Her eyes were on the book, but she had barely read a line since he sat.A shirtless Alek was even more of a rarity than Alek with his hair down. Today, she had both versions of him. He bent to open the cooler, and she licked her bottom lip slowly as the muscles in his arms and back stretched. Her nipples beaded in her bikini top, and she forced her eyes back to the pages of the romance story. It was a new to her author. Her mind drifted again as he straightened up and stretched his arms.“Do you take beer?” he asked.There was a bottle in his hand. He opened it with his teeth, tilting his head back as he guzzled the drink. The liquid trickled down the corner of his lips, and her body tingled. She crossed her legs, fighting off the urge to slide over his lap and lick him.Letting out

It was time to leave. Maksim wasn’t having it as easy as he thought. Only one week with Camilla in a place people barely knew them, and he didn’t want to return to the Kalashnikov’s empire anymore. His wife must share the same sentiments. She was quiet as she stuffed her clothes into her suitcase. Her face was hidden by the closet door, but her shoulders were stiff. His thoughts strayed to a stop, and he traipsed to her.Hugging her from behind, he kissed her cheeks. “Hey,” he murmured. She fisted the dress in her hands. “What’s wrong?”“I don’t want to go back,” she replied. Her shoulders sagged, and she resumed packing. “But I also know it’s a selfish request.”Maksim tried to get her to face him, but she didn’t allow it. Her mood would take a worse turn if she knew she was leaving him tomorrow. Friday was the burial, and he had decided she would leave then. Papa would be too b

The burial mass was short. Maksim stole a look at his wristwatch again as they left the church. Papa sat beside him for the mass. They hadn’t said a word to each other except for the one time he asked for his daughter-in-law. As far as everyone else involved was concerned, she went for rehearsals. How was the fucking film even going? He hadn’t thought about it or mentioned the movie. Neither did Camilla.Footsteps pounded into the floor as a group of men in suits continued down the path leading to the parking lot. Their aura would have intimidated outsiders, but no one in the church premises faltered. Maksim was sure each person here was concealing a weapon. Hopefully, they would all honour the dead for today and avoid bloodshed.St James Cathedral was the oldest church in Nightfall Hills, the same place his wedding with Mila almost happened. It made sense that the Patron of the Petrov household would be buried here. Some men talked among themselves. He was har