All Chapters of Dead By Dawn: A Mafia one Night Stand: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lost in the lion's den, another spectacular move by Lily Hills. Lilly stopped at the first dead end, slumping her hand on her knees for the third time. A part of her was at ease that at least the house had an end but on the other part she was completely lost.What exactly was she thinking wandering alone in a lion's den Like she knew every corner like the back of her palm.She couldn't deny it, the house was large–massive in fact, every corner had corners and turns ending at completely different corridors. The mansion had beautiful collage, dark malicious walk paintings and skull frames at almost every corner. The halls were endless but not until she stopped at one. The hallway was the only one on its floor with just one door at the left corner. Lily took slow steps as she moved closer, twisting the knob of the huge black iron door. It was the biggest she'd seen so far with Russian scribbling at the top right.Lily pushed open the door, her eyes widened as she looked around the roo

6:31pm.What time was late again? Because Lily had to double check her phone to see if she was actually late like he claimed her to be.“It's 6:30 pm.”“Curfew was by 6pm.”Lily's eyes widened in disbelief. Curfew?She didn't think a husband had the right to give his wife curfew especially when it was a false marriage. “Curfew she.” She repeated just to make sure she wasn't hearing things.She was too damn old to be giving curfew, Heck even her mother didn't give her curfew.“You were supposed to be home by 6pm sharp.” Dmitri roared, his voice waving no room for excuses.She did remember him saying to be back by 6pm but still, it was just thirty minutes late.Thirty one now, but still.Lily couldn't talk to her, didn't know what to say, even worse her body was already shakening under his piercing gaze.“Get Dante in here, Now! “ The men in the room rushed one without giving it a second thought and in the next minute the driver stood before them.Dmitri pulled out his gun. “Bring h

12am.Kalashnikov Family Estate.Who wouldn't jump at the idea to become the Mafia's Don's girl? It sounded too fascinating to not jump at the offer immediately.If Lily wasn't in that position then just maybe she would have.The rest of the guests had all cleared out leaving just the Kalashnikov family. Dimitri had already told Lily that it was a family tradition to wait behind after every event for a family meeting. “Lily.” Eva, Dimitri's mother, called out to her, embracing her in a tight hug. The woman smiled. She pulled away, “ How are you darling?”Lily gave her a reassuring nod, "I'm fine, thank you.”Her slightly wrinkled face curled up in a small beautiful smile. “How are you coping darling?” She let out a little laugh, she leaned in as trying to whisper into her ear. “ I hope Dimitri isn't giving you a rough time.”Her thick Russian accent did not fail to give away her nationality, it was obvious in her tone. “Come on dear, you are part of the family now so come on, you

12:50pm Dimitri's Estate.Maybe being the mafia's girl did have its pros and well a lot of cons. But still it would hurt to have a few thousand enemies. Lily was still recovering from the previous night's shock. She slept last night with just a half mind and her body still on guard, aware of her surroundings or so she thought, Lily had always been a deep sleeper and afterwards she collapsed in bed. “Good morning sunshine or princess?,” Dimitri's cool voice greeted her as she stepped down from the grand staircase. She yawned, her hands reaching to cover her mouth. “I wonder if you'd be able to stay up when we do what couples do cause gosh you're a heavy sleeper.” Dimitri teased. Lily had soon started dozing off as soon as they switched places in the car the previous night and although she tried to keep her eyes open she failed terribly. Lily ignored Dimitri's comment.“Won't you ask your lovely husband how his night was princess?” Lily's gaze shifted to Dimitri's direction. Sh

FLASHBACK….5:30pm.Moscow skyline. “It's about time you came to Chicago.” Dimitri chuckled lowly, “The first Kalashnikov wedding, I couldn't miss it bràt.” “Glad to see you'd be present for my Omertà then.” Dimitri clenched his grip on the phone a little. Damien's ascension wasn't something he was looking forward to. “Alicia hun?” Dimitri asked almost sarcastically.He already knew there was only one reason Damien would want to marry Alicia–being the head Irish mafia's daughter. “Yes.” He simply replied and the next second the line went dead. By the time Dimitri’s private jet touched the ground of Chicago, the city was cloaked in the night's darkness. It was enveloped by wind and chaos filled the air like a familiar song—sirens wailing, neon lights flickering, and the pulse of a metropolis that never slept. But Dimitri wasn’t here for nostalgia. His mind was already running through the logistics of maintaining control over his Moscow operations while playing the dutiful brothe