•Nikolai•
ஓ๑♡๑ஓ"I don't know anything about the shooting, Don Niko" she was on the verge of crying.May Summers, the only maid that was luckily left alive. She had taken two days' leave when Elijah Bolton's entire family was murdered. She was the only one who could tell me if that girl was telling the truth or not. She could be an imposter for all I know, I couldn't just take her word for it.The story she made up was complete utter bullshit. What the fuck does Ignacio Reyes take me for? A fucking fool?He really thought that he'd dangle a sweet piece of ass in front of me and it would throw me off my game? I'm not that weak when it comes to women.But fuck him for choosing the sexiest piece of ass in New York City.The way she just stood there waiting for my command. How she acted as if I scared her. Her beautiful brown eyes were filled with fake innocence. How she flinched whenever I stepped closer to her. And her body... her fucking photoshopped body. I couldn't believe that an eighteen-year-old girl could have such perfect curves.Ignacio must have thought hard and listed down every single fucking thing I liked in women and then chose this fucking girl to send my way.I turned my attention back toward the maid, she was trembling like a fucking leaf.I reclined back in my seat. "I didn't call you here for that. Tell me, did Bolton have a daughter hidden away?"The maid visibly paled. "Yes, he did"I frowned. "How?"She looked down at the ground. "I wasn't allowed to talk to her, Don Niko. She was locked up in a room, I have seen her a few times but I never talked to her""Elijah Bolton kept a daughter hidden away for fucking eighteen years and no one knew about it"It was a fucking hard pill to swallow."Don Niko, most of his servants have been loyal to him for years and none of us thought that him having a daughter was important enough to tell you. We thought you knew..."She then went on to tell me everything she has heard or knew about Evangeline Bolton.In the world that I grew up in, there weren't many things that surprised me but somehow this did.All this time, I have been thinking about her being a pawn that Ignacio had sent my way but she was telling the fucking truth. Every word she had said was true.We dug up Elijah Bolton's security camera footage, there was only one in the house, it was set in his living room. After going through hours of footage, my men only found Evangeline appear in it three times a day, just like she had said—breakfast, lunch, and dinner.I shut the laptop's screen and rolled my neck to loosen the kink. I lit up a cigar and lodged it in my mouth.Bianca entered my office, it had been three days since Evangeline Bolton has been staying in my house. I hadn't seen her after the first day in my office. I thought that all her crying and pleading was fucking fake but now that I know the truth, it amused me.That girl was as innocent as the day she was born and the sudden urge to ruin that innocence As twisted as it sounds, the thought that no other man has touched her before pleased me.Now that I thought about how she acted that day when she saw me made sense. Her body was tensed when she stood before me like all this was new to her.A strange sense of satisfaction spread through my chest when she listened to my every order without hesitation. The dominant side of me wondered how obedient she must be in bed."What do you want me to do with her?" she asked.She knew why I have called her here, for the past three days she has been keeping an eye on her. Trying to dig information out of her."You can go back to your place now" I ordered.Evangeline was not a threat or a mole. I didn't need anyone babysitting her now. I still hadn't decided what I wanted to do with her. She can live in my house as long as she wants. She didn't have anyone. Her parents have died and I doubt she had any other relative she knew of."Niko, I think Evangeline is telling the truth, she isn't a mole. She doesn't even know what Cosa Nostra is""I know, that is why you can go home now. I'll call you if she needs you"She nodded. "Okay...""And Bianca, tell her that she is free to do anything she wants to do in the house. She doesn't need anyone's permission"She nodded. "She has loosened up a bit. I'm sure, she'll be completely fine in a few days. She likes it here, she's so fucking curious about everything, it's amusing"My phone vibrated and my father's name flashed across the screen. I got up and buttoned my suit jacket.Giving Bianca one last nod, I left my office to get to my father's house. I was meeting Paul Russell and Grace today for the marriage of convenience. The only reason I was ready to get married to that whore was power. Paul Russell had no heirs, everything he had belonged to his daughter. So, marrying Grace will not only make me more powerful but it will also give me more territory to rule over. Her uncle was the chief of staff of the United States and we needed him for the clearance of our arms and drug deliveries.I arrived at my father's mansion, the men bowed their heads with respect. I walked straight to my father's study where I knew Paul and Grace were waiting for us.Scott, my underboss, stepped out of my father's study.I furrowed my eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"His face contorted with annoyance. "Your father put me in charge of your father-in-law's and future wife's security"I let out a dry breath as something unwanted coursed through my veins. I was fucking hating the idea of marriage.Scott gave me a shit-eating grin. "How's that pretty little Bolton thing?""Staying at my place"Most of my men have seen her by now. Scott has seen her multiple times lurking out in the gardens. She is a weird fucking girl, she was fucking enjoying her freedom for the first time and she was making the most out of it.Most of the men were bound to notice her, she had an attractive face and a perfect body. Bianca had bought her little dresses that ended just above her knees. In the past few days, I have seen more men drooling over her ass than working, and that included Scott too."What are you gonna do with her?"Why the fuck everyone was so interested in knowing what I will do to her?"Haven't figured it out yet" I replied dryly."I could take good care of her for you, boss," his suggestive grin said it all. "Bolton knew what he was doing when he locked her up"Irritation surged up inside of me. Having her in my house gave me a sense of ownership over her. It's only been three fucking days, and I have already started to consider her as my property.My father's muffled laughter from behind the door fell on my ears, I placed a hand over Scott's shoulder. "Don't even think about it"Without hearing what he had to say, I pushed open my father's study door and stepped inside. Paul Russell along with his daughter Grace stood up."There's my boy!"I shook hands with Paul and settle opposite the father-daughter duo. My eyes met with Grace's familiar green ones, she smiled at me. She was an attractive woman but whenever she opened her mouth it made me want to shoot her fucking brains out. The thing about her that annoyed me the most was her habit of sleeping around. I was a fucking mob boss, the most feared man in New York City, and I had to marry a girl that had probably slept with few of my men just because of my father's word.Father and Paul started to discuss the plans for the future and how this union will affect the relationship between our families.Marrying Grace Russell was a smart move for our business, so, I had to fucking swallow this pill. I don't have to have a relationship with Grace. She will be my wife in the title and she will bear my children. I don't have to play fucking house with her.Father seemed too pleased with his plans and that is when I decided to speak up. "I have one condition"Paul raised an eyebrow. "A condition?" he looked between Pops and me.My father cleared his throat. "What condition, Nikolai? You know everything is---""We will get married after a year""A year?" Paul repeated."Why?" father asked."I need some time. Grace and I will get engaged, but we will get married after a year. If you don't agree with this then I will---"Grace fucking Russell cut me off. If she is going to be my wife, she better learns some fucking respect. "Nikolai is right, I need some time as well. I'll graduate from university in six months, so, I don't mind if we wait."I turned to her as she beamed up at me. "Don't ever fucking cut me off again when I'm talking," I turned to Paul. "Teach your daughter what it's like to marry into La Famiglia" before my father or Paul could add anything, I stood up. "Now that it's done, I have to be somewhere"I walked straight out of the office and strode to my mama's room. I opened the door and saw her lying on the bed with an oxygen mask over her mouth. A certain uneasiness settled in my chest, it always happened whenever I visited her. She was unconscious, her meds made her pass out like this. I bent over and kissed her forehead."You're going to be alright..." I whispered against her forehead.Staring at her for a few more minutes, I stepped out of her bedroom only to see Grace."Grace?""Niko" she smiled and held my hand.She pulled me into one of the guestrooms and locked the door. I know why she had brought me here. She faced me and slid the straps of her tight dress off her shoulders. She reached behind her, unzipping her dress making it fall to the ground and pool around her feet."I wanted to do this the moment you walked through that door," she said to me with a sweet smile."Grace, I'm not here for this,""You don't have to do anything, let me do all the work" she kneeled before me and unbuckled my belt, she zipped my pants down and stroked my shaft from over my boxers.I gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged her head back. I liked to be the one in control of everything, whether it was my business or my bedroom.I wonder what that little angel Evangeline is like in bed. Her submission the other day had me spellbound. She is a meek little thing, the things I could do to that sweet, virgin body—Fuck!I looked down into Grace's eager eyes. She swiped her tongue across her lower lips while stroking my hardened dick."I don't have much time, Grace"She knew what I meant, it was all she needed as she eagerly removed my dick from my boxers and put it in her mouth. I forced my dick deep into her mouth before pulling it back out and then back into her throat again. I roughly fucked her face, and she was enjoying it like a good little slut.I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I thrust into her mouth. I wonder what Evangeline's little warm mouth would feel like, her plump lips wrapped around my cock as she sucked me off.Fuck!I looked back down at Grace, her eyes had watered and drool was dripping down her chin. Her cheap mascara was running down her cheeks.I need to stop thinking about that little distraction in my house.With a few more strokes, I came deep down her throat.I pulled my dick out of her mouth and tugged myself back into my pants. Grace wiped her chin and sucked her fingers clean while eyeing me seductively. She grinned up at me, still kneeling before me.I raised an eyebrow. "What are you so happy about?""We are going to get married, I still can't believe it" she heaved a sigh dreamily. "I'm the one who won Nikolai Costello in the end.""We still have a year..." I reminded her as I fixed myself."I know... it will pass by quickly..."I took out my cell phone and saw calls and messages from Scott. I furrowed my eyebrows as I called him, stepping out of the room."The fucking FBI raided our Vegas nightclub, they knew, Niko, they knew about the drugs, someone tipped them off. It was the same thing that happened in Chicago all over again"•Evangeline•ஓ๑♡๑ஓ"You are free to do whatever you want," Bianca told me. My mouth fell open and I was out of words. I didn't know how to react. No one had ever said those words to me. Hearing her words, I brightened up a little despite still mourning my parents' death. I was free to do whatever I wanted...I wanted... When I was locked up in my room I used to think about all the things I'd do when I'd get out of there. Now that I had the chance, I had no idea what I wanted to do first. I looked around, taking it all in. I have been living here at my dad's friend's house for four days now and everything has been so surreal. I have never lived this life before, there is a single lock on the door that is for me not for anyone to lock me inside. I don't really have anything to do, I roam the gardens in the morning just like I always wanted to, it was nice to feel the sunlight on my skin. There is a huge library in the house, it has so many kinds of books, the kind of books I have ne
•Evangeline•ஓ๑♡๑ஓI paced back and forth in my supposed bedroom. I will leave soon, go back to my home. I shouldn't get too comfortable here like I did with the library. You are sitting in my chair... God damn it! I should have asked for permission first. I glanced at the wall clock and it was almost midnight. He asked me to come to his office at night but he didn't specify exactly when. I combed my hair and smoothed my dress before I stepped out of the bedroom. I descended the stairs and then stopped, is it appropriate to go to his office in the middle of the night? "Hey, sweet cheeks." I jumped up at the deep voice from behind me, I turned and saw the man who was with Nikolai earlier in the library. He was almost as handsome as Nikolai but less intimidating, he and Nikolai could almost pass off as brothers—maybe they were brothers—but this guy had a friendly aura, the kind of personality that one can easily warm up to, Nikolai, on the other hand, seemed like he was carved with
•Nikolai•ஓ๑♡๑ஓI have no qualms about my character; I have always been an outlaw.But there are some days when I have some clarity and I realize that whatever I am about to do is wrong on so many fucking levels, but I still end up fucking doing it and have no fucking regrets. Today was one of those days as I saw Evangeline Bolton running freely in my vast garden, enjoying the sunshine on her skin, laughing uncontrollably as my vicious hounds ran with her. My hounds were trained to kill, they could rip off a man's jaw with a single strike of their paw but somehow this girl has turned them into little puppies. Her dark long hair was flowing behind her and she wore a pink dress that hugged her every curve. It was a really tight fucking dress, Bianca is a fucking bitch for that. There was something so fucking forbidden about her. As if I touched her, it would be fucking over for me. She was eighteen, too damn innocent and pure for me. She has never been with a man, never been touched,
•Evangeline•—─๑♡๑─—It was nine o'clock in the morning, I had brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in a blue dress. I descended the stairs to go to the kitchen. Nikolai's cooks were probably busy preparing breakfast for Scott. A shot of frustration ran through me, he will be staying here as long as Nikolai is in England. He spent the entire day with me yesterday, and I came to the conclusion that I do not like him. He is annoying and he constantly belittles me for the things that I do not know. I sighed and wandered into the kitchen. "Hey, everyone" I smiled. They all stilled like I have told them that someone had died. And then without replying to me or acknowledging me, they went back to work. Then the head cook turned to me and smiled politely. "What would you like to have for breakfast?""Um, do you have Cheerios?" "Churros?" I shook my head. "No, cheerios, the cereal" They all gave each other another look, the same look they gave each other when I asked for a bag of
Scott ═❁═I pushed the blade further into his skin as blood poured out. He screamed, he fucking screamed in agony and fucking hell, it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. Other than that little fucking whimper of hers. I hate it, I fucking hate babysitting her. Do I fucking look like a man that would babysit an eighteen-year-old girl? She was not a fucking child. She was a fucking woman. You could only find tits and ass like that on a fucking woman. It took a lot of self-restraint to not fuck her on that fucking couch. To tell her what the fuck sex is. Fucking demonstrates that shit for her. I fucking wanted to ruin the innocence that surrounded her all the fucking time. She has a face of an angel and the body of a devil. If she wasn't Nikolai's I would have taken her for myself. Shit! I should have taken her when I first saw her sitting over her parent's dead bodies drenched in blood. That shit was arousing as hell. My attention snapped back to the man that has jus
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌My head... I woke up with a monster headache, I don't know what happened last night or why I was feeling this way. My eyelids had a ton of weight on them making it difficult for me to even open my eyes. I yawned and stretched my body. My lips were chapped, and my mouth had dried up. I groaned with the blinding headache before retreating under the covers. Why was the room so bright? Didn't I draw the curtains last night? I don't remember... I don't even remember how I got to my room and my bed. "Evangeline..." a deep voice resounded throughout my room. Someone said my name with such venom that I flinched in my sleep. It wasn't Scott, I knew that much. I prayed that it wasn't Nikolai. Please, don't be Nikolai. I don't think I can talk to him with so much weight over my head. Pushing aside everything I was feeling, I forced a droopy eyelid open. I propped up on my elbows and leaned my head against the soft headboard. I opened both of my eyes with such difficul
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I didn't step out of my room yesterday, I stayed inside even though I was extremely hungry but still I didn't step outside of this bedroom door. There were no locks or bolts over it but the fear that has been engraved in my mind was too raw. I couldn't shake it off, even if I tried. It was still early in the morning, and Nikolai or Scott hadn't come to my room. I brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in clean clothes. My stomach growled with hunger but I wrapped my arms around it, suppressing the sounds. The door opened slightly and I got off my bed in a flash, my eyes tearing up again. I needed a list of rules, I needed to know what I can or can not do. Nikolai can't just expect me to know the rules of his house. He needs to tell me first, he needs to explain them to me. If he had told me not to get out of my room, I would have never done it. I wasn't a brat, I would have listened to him. I dropped my gaze to my feet, I didn't care if it angers him that
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I approached the woman with clammy hands and trembling legs, there were just so many people behind her. I have never been a part of a crowd. I have never even been in a place with so many people before. My heart pounded against my ribs as if trying to fulfill a thousand beats. I deeply exhaled, releasing some of the tension that had built up in my muscles. "Welcome to Columbia University, Evangeline. My name is Tara Wells and I'll be your guide through everything..." I smiled politely at her. "Thank you..." "Although your admission was kind of last-minute, you arrived just in time for the orientation week." "Oh..." was all I could say as I didn't even know what orientation week was. I know Nikolai must have something to do with my last-minute admission, and now I really don't know how I will ever repay everything he has done for me. "Let's start with the campus tour" With a smile on my face and anxiety shooting through my veins I followed Tara as she showed