Semua Bab The Mafia King's Temporary Wife : Bab 41 - Bab 50

ADRIAN'S POV “There has been a shooting, Adrian.” I stare at Dimitri, and my heart nearly stops when the call from earlier flashes in my mind. No. I grab his throat and pull his face close to mine. “Where is my wife?” I shout, trying my best not to break his neck. We don’t know, he said . Igor called to say that someone started shooting when they were in the store, and that he was getting her out. That was fifteen minutes ago. I can't reach him; he hasn’t answered his phone since then.” “What about the others?” “There’s only Igor. I told two of the security team to go with them, but Nila Di Salis said she didn’t want them with her.” I grind my teeth and grab Dimitri's neck, squeezing until his face turns red. “If a single strand of her hair is harmed, there will be a lot of dead people,” I growl. “Starting with my head of security, who sent my wife out with only one man for protection. You understand, Dimitri?” “Yes, Pakhan.” “Good. Now, get me a car.” ********

I tilt my head a little, letting my finger slide down my chin and neck slowly, stopping at the neckline of my low cut dress. Adrian is watching my finger move, and when his eyes return to mine, I smile widely.He says something to the people around him and starts walking toward me, not breaking his gaze from me.“You called, Mrs. Di Salis?” He smiles a little.I stand up, put my hand on his chest, and look up at him. “You’re not the only one who is protective in this relationship, boss.”“Jealous? Of who, little one? You know there’s only one woman my eyes see.”“Is that so?” I hook my finger into his shirt between two buttons, pulling on it until he leans down and our noses touch.“Marking your territory, Nila?”“Of course, I am, Adrian,” I say, and kiss him.“Home,” he whispers on my lips. “Now.”ADRIAN'S POV “I made you something.”I look up from my desk and see Nila’s head peeking around the door. “Did you burn it?”“It’s ice cream,” she smiles, walking over to stand between my l

NILA'S POV The street in front of me is dark, but I keep running. Even though I try my hardest, I feel like I'm running through mud, my legs heavy and slow. A man suddenly appears around the corner, grabs me by the neck, and starts choking me.I wake up suddenly, sitting up in bed, breathing hard. The lamp in the corner is on, and the bed next to me is empty. I reach for the phone on the nightstand and check the time. It's half past four."Adrian?" I call out. But there’s no answer, just silence.A strange feeling of fear fills my stomach. I jump out of bed and run, hoping to find Adrian in the kitchen. He’s not there, and I stop in the middle of the room. Could there have been an emergency? Then I see his phone on the corner of the dining room table. He never leaves his phone behind.I walk down the hallway quietly, barefoot, and open the door to the gym. The lights are off, so I go downstairs to check Adrian's office. He’s not there either, and the whole house is silent. I close t

The papers come back two days later. I stand by the door, rip open the envelope, and pull out the papers. I look at the line in the corner where Adrian’s name is written. Above it, on the dotted line where he should sign, there’s a big “No” written in red ink. I turn the page. The same big “No” is on this one. And on the next one. And the next one.“Damn you, Adrian.”I grab my phone and call my lawyer. “I need more copies of the divorce papers.”I send the papers again the same day. The next day, they come back, but instead of his signature, every bottom right corner is burned.When I get the envelope back again, there are no papers inside. It’s just a pile of white ashes.I want to scream and laugh, but I end up crying. The next morning, I decide I’ve had enough. I pick up my phone and call him. He answers right away.“Nila. I guess you got my answer.”Just hearing his voice makes me want to cry, but I try to stay calm and sound normal. “I need you to sign the divorce papers.”“No.”

Three Weeks Later “Igor called,” I hear Sergio’s voice in my earpiece. “Two cars just passed them, and they’re coming toward you. Get out of there now.”I curse under my breath. “Nico is still inside,” I reply, checking my gun and looking at the back of the Italians’ warehouse.“They’ll be here in less than five minutes, Adrian.”“I’m not leaving him.”“I told you to bring more men! Damn it, Adrian, you never listen.”“There were supposed to be only two security guards. Maybe someone warned them. We’ll leave as soon as Nico’s out.”I turn to Anton, who’s sitting in the driver’s seat, and nod toward the back door on the far side of the warehouse, about fifty feet away. “The second you see Nico, go. We’re going to have company.”Two minutes later, I hear the cars coming from the right. Then, the back door of the warehouse opens, and Nico runs out.“Go!” I shout.Anton starts the car, speeding toward Nico. I roll down the window, aim at one of the cars coming from a side road, and start