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The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 62
NaomiI woke feeling empty for the first time since Gavril had kidnapped me. Not even when I’d thought that my life was on the line had I felt like I was missing a piece of me.All that had changed when Gavril didn’t come to my bed last night. I had stayed up well past midnight, rubbing my stomach and hoping that Gavril would walk through the doors and give me some indication that I still mattered to him.That he wanted to change.But he didn’t. The door had stayed closed, and I wasn’t brave enough to go after him. A part of me was afraid of the rejection that might follow if I did.So, I’d cried myself to sleep, worried about all sorts of things that I couldn’t control: me in Gavril’s life, the child we had made, his businesses, and Gavril’s soul.I couldn’t do anything about them, but I also couldn’t leave. I was tied to Gavril, whether I approved of his business dealings or not.After a warm shower, I dressed in a pair of stretchy capris and a T-shirt, leaving my hair down to dry.
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 63
GavrilI stared at my wife, astonished that she’d tried to pull the same fucking stunt again. When Ivan had called me and stated that there was a man at my fucking house, harassing my wife, I had ordered the car to be turned around, thinking that it could be a number of people. It was rare that they got past the iron gate, but considering I had just left myself, anyone could have slipped through while they were open.My first thought was that whoever had dared come to my personal residence would pay for harassing my wife in danger.But when I had seen Naomi herself behind the wheel of the car, every thought of how I was going to handle the situation had flown out of the window. She had been told not to leave, not to interfere with my staff, yet there she was, on her way out, and she would have made it had I not turned around.Where was she going? Why? Those were just a few of the questions I was going to get answers for right fucking now before I lost my shit.Still, as I looked at my
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 64
NaomiI felt Gavril stiffen, though his fingers softly massaged my head, wondering what sort of tale he could tell me that would be worse than what I had just shared with him. It felt good to get it off my chest, to finally attempt to explain to my husband why I struggled to trust him. Jon wasn’t going to give up, and I wasn’t sure how far Gavril would let it go before he took the matter into his own hands.For once, I was glad that my husband was bloodthirsty. Maybe he could be the one to end this nightmare for me, but I wasn’t about to ask anything of Gavril.All I wanted was to hear this story he was so worried about.“Her name was Katya,” he started, his voice hoarse as if he was reliving the memory as I had earlier. “She found me at a party, and I thought I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life.”A small bit of jealousy flared deep inside as I heard him speak about her almost reverently. I imagined he had never spoken about another woman in that manner since, an
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 65
GavrilI caressed Naomi’s stomach, reminding myself of the child that was growing inside. She had asked me what she might’ve thought to be an innocent question. But to me, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than she realized. There had been a time with Katya that I would have left willingly.I believed that my mother knew it, which was why she was so against our relationship. Had Katya not tried to kill me that night, I might have truly given up everything to be with her.Maybe it was a fucking blessing in disguise, what Katya did. It would have been difficult to regain control after walking away from it all, especially from my mother. She would have seen me as a failure, not that she didn’t see me that way now.And now. I was looking at Naomi before me, not Sveta.I was looking at the woman who carried my child, who held my future in her hands whether she believed it or not.How could I not imagine my life with her outside of the Bratva? How could I not look at her and see a fut
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 66
NaomiI had to admit. Having naked Gavril run my shower water was enticing. Having Gavril do anything for me was both intriguing and filled me with emotions that I didn’t want to try and decipher right now.After what we had just shared with one another, and the sexual experience that had left me breathless, I didn’t want this day to end.This was the Gavril I loved, the one who had clearly stolen my heart and made me hope for a future. It could be hopeless for me to even think he would return my feelings after what he told me about Katya, but I wanted to show him that I wasn’t that bitch.I truly cared about him, about his soul, his future, everything about him, honestly.Gavril straightened, the taut muscles stretching and rippling as he did so. He was in top shape, his muscles cut in a way that seemed to defy any body type.It really wasn’t fair. In a few short months, I would be as big as a house, and he would still be stupid perfect.He turned toward me, and I blushed as I realiz
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 67
GavrilI sat in the lounger on the terrace, Naomi settled between my thighs as we soaked up the late afternoon sun. After her nap, Vera had provided us lunch in Naomi’s bedroom. The housekeeper had arched a brow as she saw me in my joggers in the middle of the day, but wisely said nothing.It was odd for me not to be working. But after what the day had brought, I had two reasons for being here. First was to make sure that Naomi was safe. After that fucker had gotten on my property and scared the shit out of her, I was begging for him to show up again so I could handle him personally. If that meant staying home today with her, then I would.It wasn’t just protecting her though. I was enjoying myself. That was the second reason for me being here. She made me feel like a human, like I could be someone different and still keep my pakhan world separate.My phone vibrated in my pocket. I sighed. I pulled it out and looked at the number. It was the fourth time that Anatoly had tried to reach
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 68
NaomiI rolled my neck and shook out my arms, feeling the coldness of the mat underneath my bare feet. The weather sucked outside, another rare day where rain came down in sheets and the sky was gray even though it was nearing noon, but I was glad not to be in bed watching it.When Gavril had woken me this morning and said he wanted to show me some self-defense moves that I could use if and when I was ever threatened again, I’d jumped on the chance to do so. It wasn’t that I felt like I couldn’t fight back, but clearly Gavril had been able to protect himself all his life, and surely he knew a better way than I did.Or at the very least, what he knew had been gained from practice and not some class.Jon was coming back. I felt in my gut that he wasn’t going to just walk away and forget he ever saw me.That, and he knew I was pregnant. I imagined that would fuel his plans even more.I wasn’t going to be his victim any longer. I was tougher than that. After all, I was married to the pakh
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 69
GavrilI sat at the table in the far back of the club, guarded by Anatoly and a few other loyal Belaya brigadiers. The sniveling man before me was Justin Vida, a businessman who had once been considered a partner of the Belaya Bratva. He had used his real estate business as a front for me to push money to a few of my friends in Mexico and Canada. Until now.Now, there were rumors that he was keeping some of the money for himself. I had taken the liberty of checking the reports on my own. The old Russian adage of trust, but verify. And sure enough, the numbers added up.So, I had called Justin here for a discussion. A chance for him to plead his innocence. Or at the very least, own up to the theft.I demanded loyalty. It was the one trait that my own mother had instilled in me when she allowed me to take over the reins. Loyalty was everything to a Bratva but also to the businesses that I dealt in. If I couldn’t keep my own men honest with me, then how could I keep my reputation with th
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