All Chapters of The Mafia King's Temporary Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I move my head to the side and look at the large canvas in front of me. It’s too bright. I grab the palette and mix some black with the light pink then begin adding darker shadows.Ten of my pieces are finished and ready to be sent to the gallery. That makes Fifteen in total, with the five I sent before everything in my life changed. I still have five more to finish by the end of next week to meet my deadline for the exhibition. But for now, I’m working on the big one. Normally, I finish all the smaller pieces first and leave the main one for last. Not this time. It seems like Adrian messed with my mind and my creative process.I haven’t seen him much these past three weeks, only in the mornings, before he heads to his office downstairs for whatever mafia bosses do, and then again in the evenings when he returns for dinner. I make sure to visit his office at least twice a day, always at the worst times. Most times, there’s someone else with him. When I’m not doing that, I walk around

"I suggested watching over him for a couple of weeks. That should give him enough time to do his part." "And what exactly is his part?" Adrian asks. "You know how dogs tend to wander through the house, sneak into different rooms, and find places to hide? Brando’s all about that. I’m guessing I’ll be chasing him through the house a lot in the coming days. Who knows, maybe he’ll end up in Leonard’s room." She smiles playfully at me. I chuckle and shake my head. "You're a troublemaker, little one." "What's that?" she asks, confused. "Little one? It’s a term of endearment. It means something sweet." She tilts her head and smiles slyly. "Well, I did say most people are small compared to you, Adrian." The waiter brings our drinks. As Nila grabs her glass, I notice her wedding ring looks loose. I take her hand to inspect it. "This should be resized." "Don't worry about it. The engagement ring is keeping it in place. I even spilled some paint on it the other day, scrubbed it clean, an

“There was a small problem with our supplier, and things got out of control.”“Kostya?”“He got a cut from a knife on his side. He’ll be okay.”I turn to look at the island where the doctor is finishing stitching up Kostya’s side. Sergio is putting an IV needle into his arm, while Katya is holding a bag of fluids.“Do you need help with something?” I ask.“No, let’s go upstairs. Katya and Sergio are handling it, and the doctor will stay here tonight.”*******“Is it always like this? Things going wrong, people getting hurt or shot?” I ask as we walk into the suite. I’m still shaking. “Or cars exploding?”“Not all the time. But it does happen.”My throat feels dry. How is he so calm? I go to the kitchen, grab a glass, and pour cold water from the fridge. “This is crazy, Adrian.” I shake my head and drink the water, wishing it was something stronger. “Your world is really messed up.”“I can’t do anything about it, Nila,” he says.Yeah, I guess that’s one way of seeing it. I should go ba

A light touch of a finger between my legs wakes me up. A kiss lands at the back of my neck, then another, a little lower. Adrian’s big body presses into me from behind, his arm coming around my stomach, plastering me to his hard, muscled chest. His hand slides to my pussy and starts circling my clit with one finger. When he slowly enters my core, I gasp, grab Adrian’s arm, and start riding his finger. But he removes his hand. I turn around so I’m lying on my side, facing him, throw one leg over his hip, and reach for his cock. “Patience.” He wraps an arm around my ribcage and raises me to sit on his stomach. Placing his hands behind my knees, he urges me up his body until I’m sitting on his breastbone. “Adrian?” I look down at him in surprise. “You are not comfortable lying on your back. So, we change positions.” His hands move up my thighs until he’s gripping my butt cheeks, and he brings my body forward until his mouth is positioned just a few inches from my pussy. “Hands

He looks down at his juice and stops looking at me. “Even with the crutches?”Yup, that therapy session definitely didn’t go well.“Even with the crutches, Adrian.” I kiss him and make sure to bite his lower lip just a little. “What did your trainer say?”“That I’m doing great.” Based on how tight he’s holding the crutches and the way his teeth are clenched, I can tell their opinions are not the same. “I have to go. I’ll be back by dinner.” He kisses my forehead and leaves.He’s hurting. And it makes my chest hurt too.I sit on the counter for a long time after he’s gone, looking at the floor.“Perfect,” I whisper to myself. “Just perfect.”The leader of the Russian crime group. A drug dealer. A killer. And I somehow ended up falling in love with him. Someone just lock me up in a mental hospital, because that’s where I must belong.ADRIAN'S POV I look around the old factory we sometimes use for deals and swear. Three bodies are on the floor, each one with a big red dot on their foreh