The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter two - Eva

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🎶 'Cause I love them bad girls 🎶
Doin' bad things
🎶 Lookin' hot with an attitude 🎶
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"Who sent you, honey?" I whisper in the bound man's ear as I drag my knife lightly down the other side of his face. The cut is not deep but it still draws blood as he clenches his jaw against the pain.

He was the only one left. All his other little friends were killed when they tried to steal from me. Yet he still hesitates to answer me like the stupid man he is. Did he not witness me shooting the other man that survived right between his eyes? After all, I only need one of them for extracting information.

My only regret is the small splatter of blood on the side of my white skin-tight dress. However, I can't deny, it does bring an element of passion to the outfit.

"You know, you're only hurting yourself by not talking. I will find out who your boss is one way or another." I lean back and tilt his head up with the tip of the knife under his chin, looking into his ugly brown eyes that are flickering with the fear he's trying so hard to hide. I do admire the effort though. Most men would be shitting their pants right now. "And, honey, if you haven't caught up yet, you are not getting out of here if you're not in a body bag."

I smirk as his face loses all color and he starts struggling now. Was he not taking me seriously before?

"Ms. Alekseeva, the car has arrived." One of my men informs me.

After telling them to work the idiot guy over a bit but leave him for me, I go out into the cold November night and straight into the Rolls Royce parked in front of the deserted warehouse where I conducted most of my businesses.

"You are late." I tell Izabella the second the driver shuts my door.

She rolls her eyes without looking up from her laptop. "I'm only ten minutes late."

"I know. You are late." I grin as she shoots me a glare. She is always late for everything and I love to give her crap about it.

"Ready to meet your husband?" She taunts and this time is my turn to glare.

"He's not my husband." When she arches a brow at me, I yield. "Yet."

"At least he is pretty." Her hazel eyes sparkle with mischief and a bit of... glee? "Did you see his eyes? I thought it was contacts at first but turns out they are real."

"Do you want him to be your husband?" I ask with a bit of edge. She is far too excited about my arranged marriage.

"I wouldn't say no..." She trails off with a dreamy look on her face that I know is totally fake. Iz is a worse cynic than me when it comes to love and romance and all that shit. But I also know she has a thing for pretty boys.

"Please bitch, I know you far too well. You would probably kill the guy on your first day of honeymoon when his finger accidentally brushes your laptop."

"You know I don't like people touching my stuff!"

I snort as she goes back to her precious laptop.

"He is unimportant, anyway. Just a pawn in a chess game between his father and I. And I have no time for weak powerless pawns."

After a moment of Iz typing away on her laptop she speaks up, "A well placed pawn is more powerful than a king."

I narrow my eyes at her. "Did you just look that up?"

"Well duh, I have never played chess in my entire life."

I roll my eyes at her while chuckling.

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