Married To The Russian Mafia Boss

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couldn't

dding ceremony, declaring that my father

dn't have

nly was I married to this crazy person, but apparently, this man was

ay weddings

n seated in the driver's seat

ol radiating off him like he hadn't just hurled me on his

had ever seen. His chiselled jaw, sharp cheekbones and tousled dark hair framed a face that be

nto my wedding ceremony, th

inside me, and I bit

ttracted to him. He was my husband. My captor. For God's sake, the man was a mu

t it d

ed the church. When my father tried to approach me after the ceremony, Nikolai made sur

be. My father saw me as nothing more than a commodity. Something to use to escape

let myself believe that he loved m

father had treated me, I never once thought that he

was a Saturday, and the streets were littered with weekend shoppers and couples strolling hand in

at Nikolai whose eyes remained fixed on t

reviously enveloped the car. My gaze shifts briefly from his

a second, our eyes meet, and I'm instantly

repriman

My captor. Nothin

word. A hun

death. After she died my father preferred to spend his time locked in his study o

love of his life it's understandable he didn't come for my

for a man who had no problem trading m

s that sa

try my best not to roll my eyes as I say, "Oh really, h

here is

len

nse only irks me further. I lean forw

talking to

und the steering wheel

as pi

oo

ted hi

ty earlier at the church, you seem to be pre

in his right index finger that tells me h

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urned my gaze outside the window, fi

m sitting too long to the point that I'm overcome with re

e who derived pleasure from killing people, I guess a heavy metal gate would

heir eyes lock on the vehicle as we approach, and once we

says something in Russian, to which Niko

his post at the gate. I watch as He leans in and whispers something to the other guard. Th

against the backdrop of the sky, and I was immediately blown away by the scenery. For a pl

iveway, and my breath hitches at the

iterranean architecture, with its warm, ornamented exterior painted in soft cream an

rious points, the house appeared to be empty and I

king between two other cars. The engine dies down in

but Nikolai stops me, his hand gripping my w

me in my tracks, and I look at him,

are you

y unwraps his fingers from my

opping at my side. He unlocks the door, and when

et

com

ay

ine of my dress and stepped out of the vehicle

body. We were barely inches apart, and as much as I tried to rep

is touch, the way he swallowed all of every sound that le

his gaze dropped to my lips

spectators and a pissed off ex soon-to-be father-in-law and his son. It would be just the two of us, in his parking lot. The thought is enou

at, eyes fixed on me before leani

says, his voice c

was my husband inexplicably tall, but one of his strides equall

word stops m

't even in a relationsh

ied. Can you

ommitment with a man who only saw me as a possession to be claimed. I can't help it,

ace me. A frown creases his forehead as he witn

d, his tone tight. I shook my head, wiping t

," I say, in

I gesture between the two of us, "is

ps twitch slightly, fi

uld use to describe your cu

those words that cause the laughte

uck did he

name? I had no idea what it meant but I was beginni

ing me that already?

a glimmer of amusement

lnis

again and I can barely keep the a

constantly insulted you in a foreign l

seems to spark his

o is hardl

hat does

shoulders and turns around, continuing his descent to the en

wings. I didn't understand him. One minute, he was giving me the s

im, trying my best to keep up with his pac

before his fingers can brush the

mas and standing barefoot on the floor, her eyes are wide and she's sprouting a grin that reveals her missing tooth. Dark cur

me in my tracks. No, it's the shade of her ey

e the man

ning with excitement as she looks a

eart

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