Ivory Ashes - A Mafia Romance

bother giving me a disapproving once-over. No, he

s nothing

didn't

-while he is trying to save me from his abusive older bro

eyes. "I'd kill you for almost anyon

ers duke it out. But Trofim's foot lands in the middle of my back

his face from my new vantage point literally under Trofim's he

er. Do you think marrying Giordano's daughter will secure you the Bratv

Mikhail snarls. "This is

what?" Tro

r. "Unfit to lead a

h, but I'm too busy being shoc

hat does it matter to him if hi

ckles. "Holy fuck. I mean, come on, Mikhail, it's funny, isn't it? You standing here talki

fim's lungs at the same

e next, Mikhail launches himself a

fee table shatters under their weight. Shard

front of me. It's u

run

s my ass and my father is right down

when I poke that bear. Daddy does

and the next. I press myself against the wall and w

wn against a woman half his size, sure, but he c

eth fly as Trofim's neck sna

n. He's going to overp

ont of me, Mikhail wraps his hand around his brother's throa

if you want to

rom just that little bit of fighting. He couldn't throw M

You want her? Fucki

tches Trofim's hand off the floor. The two thrash around for just a moment befo

rcefield. Goosebumps bloom across my chest. "You so much as

s jaw back and

option than d

t lunge at Mikh

rom his split bottom lip, and stomps out

is happening so fast and I don't have

khail tu

usive. But slowly, he lifts his hand

s than ten minutes ago settles on his right ha

amily signet ring

got a new heir. And hi

VI

till doing here

f my savior

ked," I

e socially illi

ord vomit must be a nasty side effect

s handsome. Stunningly, s

being betrothed didn't make me blind. Mikhail was leaning against the wall with a diamond-cut jaw and a curl of golden brown

finite no, but now... He save

ose and in better lightin

y lower over one of his cold blue eyes

s. "Well, not naked," I correct quickly. "I'm

its and little else. "You wore that for him?" Mikhail's upper lip curl

s over my chest, which only serves to put my cleavage even mo

in lingerie. Well, really, whatever poor maid he got to

. It flutters over my midsection and brushes against the very tops of my thigh

firmly against the wallpa

eave while yo

ize my salvation came w

g but champagne inside. He pops the bottle and crunches over the remains

een mine and Trofim's honeymoon suite to

. Mikhail still

you here?

pouring himself another glass. "Were you not listenin

about to hand over the last of my dignit

rday. Last week. Six months ago. Why did you de

ly find myself hoping Mikhail will turn and look at me. I let

we met, I've wanted you. I coul

something alon

when he looks at me. His eyes scrape over my skin. I swear he

s his head to the side. "Do

arms again. Mikhail's

ross my arm

. "This has nothing to

he woman promised to the heir of the Novikov Bratva." I gesture to the ring on his finge