Lies He Told Me - A Mafia Romance

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for that. Too much da

too ma

old me he'd protect me. Swore he'd keep me

so, s

the city, the monsters crawling in the night.

nd, the biggest

y fake husb

ithout a knock. Close

ight. I can't seem to peel my gaze off him, o

it so that I'm thrown against him. "Don'

d feel is the twist of our bodies slamming together, his h

t him with desperate eyes. "I th

se again and strokes my cheek with the back of h

by the chain back to him. Just li

shoving himself inside me, harder and deeper and faster, until I'm just

here the story ends. To see how we got th

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it come

iar faces. My men. My Bratva. All of u

; the accused man sits on the ornate red chair. A red chair

g like this is all amusing to him. He is a killer of civilians, a br

so my b

right light, I can see the traces of the innocent boy I once knew. The one who, back in the day

t us deals we shouldn't have been able to make. "You have my word," he would say, an

what we would become-power

rs and known that? Those wide brown eyes, that oval face w

innocen

he farthest

rs of his full lips quirk with a wry smile. Like this is

lse is l

the only law we have: Don't

the Bratva men gathered around me know

at

xcep

o remain blank. Walking over to him, I say, "Osip Vaknin, you si

booms. "You

. "You're going to wish

around echoes th

ated. Not now. Osip's legs are swinging as he cranes his head around. Looking for

. I stare back. "You know what the rules

oking away, muttering, "You were

hing out of a nightmare-echoes in my mind. My oldest memory. "Please, Gavril, you have t

steady. "So, y

lead guilty to teaching some piece of

man to death in front of his wife-then fo

walking along, minding my own business. This guy-this mudak motherfucker-he bumped right into m

again? He spat in my face. I kept asking him, I kept ..." He shakes his head, like he still can't quite believe it before

xha

e. Days ago, before I assembled the la

ne I knew would screw us over, sooner or later. My brother has always obsessed over respect.

beat him-maybe even beat him within an

ores, so is always tetchy with how we treat women. "What did she