The Mafia King's Temporary Wife 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

She looks at me, confused and disgusted, so I guess I need to explain. "I’m talking about listening devices, not insects.""That’s a strange request, Mr. Di Salis. Want to explain more?""Just call me Adrian from now on. Make sure you don’t mess up when someone is around.""I won’t mess up, Adrian." She smiles and winks at me. She actually winks at me.I sigh. "I believe one of the people who helped plan the bomb to kill me is here in the house. Sergio placed most of the bugs in the rooms two months ago, but he can’t put them in the last few rooms without someone noticing.""Well, I appreciate you trusting me, but I don’t see how I can do it if Sergio couldn’t.""Because if anyone saw Sergio entering those rooms, they’d know something’s wrong. But if someone sees you, you can just say you got lost.""Your house is huge, but I don’t think I would get so lost that I end up in the wrong room." She looks upset. "I’m not an idiot.""This brings me to the second thing we need to talk about.

“I need to go buy some clothes,” I say as I get off the bed, grab a sandwich from the tray the maid left, and walk to the door. “Your fancy wife wouldn’t wear one of my hoodies in public.”“I’ll take you tomorrow morning. Be ready at ten.”I look back at him and see him lying in bed, hands behind his head, making his already big body look even bigger. No one should look that good. And I missed the chance to check out his tattoos again. Damn.“Okay. Good night then,” I say and quickly leave the room.Adrian’s POVWhen I get to the kitchen around 9:30, Nila is already finishing her breakfast. Instead of sitting with her, I pour myself some orange juice and drink it standing at the counter. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get up if I sit down now. Warren pushed me hard in my physical therapy for almost two hours this morning, and I barely managed to shower and get dressed after that. I should’ve used the wheelchair right away instead of the crutches.“We need to make a quick stop before I t

Hello!” She waves and gives a friendly smile. No one says anything in response. Perfect.“We had a civil wedding this afternoon but decided to wait for the church ceremony until summer. Nila wants it to be outside by the lake.”“Yes, by the lake,” she says, kissing me on the cheek. “Thanks for agreeing to this, honey.”“I know this may seem sudden, but it doesn’t change anything. If anyone dares to show disrespect to my wife, they will regret it,” I add, locking eyes with each man at the table until I reach my uncle. “It doesn’t matter who they are. Is that clear?”“Yes, Pakhan,” they all respond in unison.“Nila, you already know Maxim and Dimitri,” I say, and they both nod. Then I shift my focus to the other side of the table.“This is Leonard, my uncle.”I watch his reaction carefully, but Leonard is no fool. He gives a polite nod, but the dark glint in his eyes is hard to miss.“On Leonard’s left are Mikhail, the brothers Ivan and Kostya, and Sergei. On Dimitri’s right are Yuri, P

“And all of them live here?”“Most of the men you met last night have rooms upstairs, but only Leonard, Pavel, Kostya, and Ivan actually live here.”“And what about the staff? The maids?”“Tina and Olga live on the other side of the house, near the kitchen. Katya has a small apartment there too. The rest of the staff go home at night.”“Is Katya your housekeeper?”“She used to be the housekeeper for the old pakhan, my dad. When I took over, I made sure she’d be well taken care of for life so she wouldn’t need to work anymore. She didn’t want to leave, and she still doesn’t. So, I let her manage the house. It makes her happy.”“She doesn’t want to leave you, I guess.”“Yes.”I can tell by the look in Nila’s eyes that she wants to ask more, but she doesn’t, and I don’t offer any more details. Some things are better left unsaid.“This is Sergio’s office, then Dimitri’s,” I say, pointing to the doors to the right. “Kostya and Ivan share the office next to Leonard’s. Mine is at the end of

Nila took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “Mom, come on. We only met a week ago. Of course not.”“But we’re working on it,” I added, holding Nila’s hand. “Right, love?”Nila blinked, then smiled and leaned in to kiss me. “Yes, we are.”Her father, Thomas Roberts, sat silently across the table. He hadn’t spoken much all evening and kept avoiding my gaze. When he did glance at me, he quickly looked away, hiding his trembling hands under the table. I didn’t like Thomas either. It wasn’t just about the money he took from me. He knew who I was, yet he let his daughter marry me to protect himself. What a coward.My phone vibrated on the table. Pavel's name appeared on the screen. It was only six in the evening, too early for club business, so this had to be something else. I answered the call.“Boss, we’ve got an issue.”Of course, there was a problem. “What is it?”“The Italians showed up. Sandro wants to change the deal.”“Tell him to talk to Nico. That’s his job.”“They met earlie