Mafia's Assassin

Chapter 19

Mikhail

In France, Venice, Rome and now here ... is it faite ? A coincidence ? My heart hammers as my padded fists connect repeatedly with the punching bag.

Two months nearly three and now here ...

"There's a party" my eyes look to his "The Padilobas" this catches my attention

"When ?"

"Next week, 6pm" standing I leave the room, Nico left seated behind the desk.

Thump Thump Thump Thump

Tick Tock Tick Tock

My knuckles, the clock. Ticking, beating the days and minutes down until I see them again...

"You needed to know .." her weeping form falling to the bed, her soul submerged and wrapped up in sorrow

"How ... how can you ?" Her blue eyes twinkling in the light

"That the thing ... I can't.." for once I am telling the truth, even if it may be a small one. A distant cry

"Don't worry, I've got her" walking to Andrea's room, looking into her deep brown eyes and curls. My knees weaken

"paciencia mi amor, ya se acerca el momento" (patience my darling, they're time is coming)

"Mrs Giovarni its time.." my knees pounding the center of the bag. "Mrs Giovarni.." I only hit harder, my skin tingling from the force sending goose bumps across the surface of my skin.

"Mrs Giovarni please .." his voice disappears into the back ground, my ears ring with the increased blood flow.

"Emilie !" Snapping back to the present my eyes focus on Nico, the door to my outbuilding pried open, a crow bar hanging limp in his palm

"Go get dressed" we stand a moment and once finished with the stare down I leave the room. Anger and pain holding in my eyes

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Nico and I arrive to the event in silence. He climbs from the limousine before me holding out his palm for me to take

"Amore"
"esposo" taking his hand. My emerald strappy gown falls to my ankle on the left with its wrap around styling. Nicos eyes match my clothing here in the dark, our eyes meeting as his hand provide support, holding me together by the waist. Cameras flashing, always flashing.

The event is held at, of course the restaurant. I see Mila and Valdemar having strong words, his hand firmly wrapped around her wrist as she tries to pull away

"Wonder what that's about" Nicos eyes holding in their direction like many others and I shrug

"Maybe it's money related .. " I look to him innocently over my champagne flute, he provides a stern look with his eyes but his lips are fighting a curl

"Shame if anything was to say ... happen to this lovely establishment.." Nicos smirk now gone as he pulls my body to his, palm firm on my lower back

"Three strikes Amore .." his eyes hungrily roaming and I feel the tension sparking

"Are we interupting .." Nicos jaw tenses but his eyes don't move neither does his hold weaver, but I look

"Mr and Mrs Padiloba.. I was just saying what a.. fine business you have here" Flicking a glance to Nico to see an arched brow

"Why thank you, I'm sorry to hear about your brother Andrew.."

"Andres.." I correct her my jaw tensing as my eyes flick to Valdemar

"How's your son Valdemar?" Sipping my flute

"Oh he's well, brought down a new girlfriend actually..."

"Oh ?" Looking to Mila who replied "I hope he didn't meet her at some brothel " chuckling to Valdemars hard expression, humour gone

"men of that age" I sigh as Milas eyes look downcast "just can't seem to keep them away ! Am I right Valdemar" he reaches to his wife who steps away

"I must go speak..."

"Oh well saying that, I met a lovely one the other night actually!" This causes Mila to pause briefly "called Tammy, young but beautiful" Mila begins to step away faster, Valdemar staring daggers

"Lovely little boy to !" Valdemars mouth falls open and Nicos nails are now digging into my side, but I've had worse

"W-what did you say ?" She mutters as she comes close again

"Oh about Tammy ? She's a lovely girl .."

"No.." Shaking her head "the other part "

"Ohh" rolling my eyes "she has a son, cute as a button not very old .." tucking my hair behind my ear

"You .. you pig" stomping her heel to his toe as she storms away

"Mila please .." Valdemar scowls at me before limping after her and I laugh until I remember Nico.

"Amore ..." he warns as I shrug trying to walk from reach but its no use, his hand slithers round my shoulders pulling me in to whisper in my ear

"Strike two" I stop with a huff

"Really .. two" Raising a brow to me "I hardly deserve two for one conversation" Folding my arms with an eye roll

"Are you asking for three.." he mutters back his green eyes tense, feeling my stomach full of butterflies

Am I hoping for three ..biting my lip at the thought, Nico now swallowing hard. I watch his Adams apple dance up and down with the motion, my lips parting as I step a little close

"Emilie ! Nico ! Good to see you" I internally groan but Nico doesn't bother to hide his and the sound of it makes my body ache. How I've missed him ..

"Mikhail ! How are you ?" My hand expended to his lips in a greeting

"Well, this is Hanna" he pulls forth his mystery woman

"Emilie" giving her a warm smile as we kiss cheeks and Nico kisses her knuckles, arm still wrapped around my shoulder.

"Can I get you a drink ?" Directing my attention to Hanna, if I look to Nico right now I may have to just take him here. My heart thumping away just from his circling fingertips on my bare shoulder

"Hmm not sure they do my type of poison here, so fancy .." with a shrug of her shoulders, jet black hair falling down her back

"Your not wrong !" A blonde saunters over in a sliver gown with a fur wrap around "Hey Nicki" winking to my husband as I raise a brow to her forward approach

"Anya.." now looking to Nicos clipped words

"Ahh you know my sister !" Mikhail kisses her cheek as she rubs his

"From an old life" Nico forces his smile to Anyas laugh as she playfully bats his chest

"Oh Nicki ! Always the one to down play everything .." her eyes examining me "I was to be his wife"