Omerta

Chapter 17

         Nicolas led me directly to the backroom where the place was empty. "What the hell was that?" He got short with me. "You needed access to his men, didn't you? I thought I could help without your temper getting in the way. Things got tense back there" I pointed out. "Because they're slimy pieces of shit masked in cheap suits," he snapped. Their suits were not cheap, but Nick wanted to hit them where it hurt. 

"I was just trying to help," I said again. "You've really taken this marriage idea to a whole other level, don't you think? He's calling you his daughter in law and now you're being introduced to his men" Nick took a step closer to me, and calmly but quickly pointed out. "Again, it was to help you" I huffed.

"I don't need your damn help. I've been doing just fine without you in handling affairs. You've been here, what? A few weeks? And now suddenly you're a mafia mistress," he tried putting me down. I took a step closer to him since he likes trying to intimidate me with his proximity. I pointed a finger right into his firm chest. 

        "Don't belittle me. This thing with the Russian's has been going on since I was a kukolka. You know what that means? Little doll. They called me that because they met me when I was a little girl and they thought I looked like a baby doll. So when it comes to them, yeah, I'm your mafia mistress- and I got you the meeting you wanted because of me. You're welcome," I pressed into him. 

He snatched my finger and pulled it away from him, but I became distracted by our noses touching. How did he get so close to me?

"Do you know how easy it'd be to bend you over that table and fuck you with that skirt still on? How long would it take your little Bratva to realize I'm balls deep in you?" his husky voice asked me. His breath smelt of mint and it fanned over my lips when he spoke from this close. I tried not to show the effect his words had on me. 

        Something hot pooled low in my belly at the thought of me bent over that table with Nick's dick deep inside me. My body instantly remembered the pleasure he could give me. Instead I took a step back. The worst thing that could happen right now would be for one of them to notice the two of us like this. This war would take on a whole other meaning. 

Nick's eyes shifted down to my neck where the make up covered the mark he'd left on me last night. His thumb went to brush over it but I blocked his hand. "Don't smudge it. I'm serious Nicolas, you're playing with fire if you think it'd be funny to get caught. Alexei would take that as a major disrespect to him and his son, and it wouldn't look pretty" I warned him.

"Alexei's got the same amount of power in his mob that I do in ours. Why do you seem to think that I'm afraid of them?" his expression hardened. He shook his head at me when I didn't respond. 

        "You really fucked yourself over with this one. You've buried yourself into this deal and you've convinced Alexei Bokarev that you'll be marrying his son," he continued to shake his head at me like he was in disbelief. "What other choice do I have?" I looked up at Nicolas through my lashes. For a moment we just looked at each other, then he looked away from me. "I guess we all have our sacrifices in the family business." 

It wasn't what I wanted him to say, but I don't really know what I would've wanted to hear instead. "I'll head back then" I stepped away from him. If we were in this back room alone for too long it may look strange. 

Nico's eyes shifted back to me then my mouth before he licked his own lips. "Na zdorovie" he surprised me by saying. It is Russian for the equivalent translation to an English cheersing. I shook my head at him and started to walk off before I felt my wrist being grabbed. I turned back to him but he hesitated a moment before changing his mind and releasing me again. This time he walked out first.