Mafia Hearts |18+|

e i g h t e e n

LEOLA

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"I'll check it myself" I mumble looking out the window, I've never been this pissed.

He took my kill.

"Stop being so stubborn-" I cut Ivan off.

"Can you not talk to me? I'm so fucking pissed at you right now" my nostrils flare as I hold my hip tighter.

This shit hurts.

"As bad as I want to kill you, I can't let you bleed to death, so shut the fuck up" he lifts my shirt up and opens an alcohol bottle pouring it on my wound.

"Ow!" I scream and pull away from him, "suck it up" he takes out a needle and a thread.

I hiss in pain, my hands holding his shoulders tightly.

His face comes close to my hip to cut the thread with his teeth, my stomach flips.

I stare at him as his eyes travel to mine.

"Sir, Owen was found" a guard in the front seat says as he holds a phone to his ear.

"Who had him?" Ivan questions pulling away from me.

He takes off his blazer and starts stitching up his shoulder with no pain on his face.

"He said that he wanted to get away from his parents, but he did not look in a stable state, he had bruises, stitches, and he was on drugs"

Fuck.

I'm glad Wenda let him go.

"He was clearly threatened" Ivan mumbles dialing a number on his phone.

The whole ride to the hotel, he makes work calls, even when we walk in our room.

I hate him.

IVANOV

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I took her kill.

And I'm so fucking happy about it.

Not because I'm proud of it, I want to piss her off, just like how she does to me.

Call me immature, but I'm just giving her a taste of her own medicine.

"I'm showering first" I start unbuttoning my shirt as I watch her face morph into a mix of anger, annoyance, and frustration.

My lips twitch,

"I'm fucking showering first" she rushes to the bathroom but as soon as she was about to enter, I grab her waist by my arm.

"Don't let me repeat my words" I whispered in her ear.

"Or what?" She whispers back in a low voice sending it right to my hard dick.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

"I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name" I grab her chin and lean forward.

My lips stop at hers before I talk, "stop bullshitting around, hacker, or you'll get in real trouble with me"

"It's the other way around" she smirks kissing the corner of my mouth, "dear husband"

She shakes her head as she walks in the bathroom, "idiot"

()()()()

I sat at the edge of the bed after taking a shower and made sure the jet was ready to take us back home tomorrow morning.

"Turn the lights off, I want to sleep" my wife ordered, I chose not to argue and turned it off.

Laying next her, my chest clenched at her soft cherry sent.

"Ivan" she whispered, "Lela" I turned around facing her.

"Thank you" she whispered with her eyes closed, my brows furrowed, Leola being nice? Something's wrong.

"For?" My eyes fell down to her cleavage then back to her lips.

She didn't answer, her breathing became slow and even, signaling that she fell asleep.

My lips twitch, and soon, I find myself smiling in a dark hotel room next to my wife like an idiot.

Stop it, Ivanov.

()()()()

For the first time in years, I slept for straight 8 hours, no nightmares, nothing.

I woke up in an empty room, there was no sight of Lela anywhere.

I changed into my black suit and left the hotel room with some of my guards behind me.

"Sir, she told me she's going shopping for heels" Augustus said out of breath as he caught up with me.

Heels? Now?!

I suck in a large breath and hold the bridge of my nose.

"Take me to her"

()()()()

I stood infront of a lady's shop filled with underwear and lingeries, why the hell does she need that shit now?

I hesitate before pushing the door with my hand and walking in making the bell ring.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" A woman with an accent hurries to me with a smile on her face.

"I'm looking for someone" I mumbled, "she's supposed to be here"

"Does she have brown curls? She's in the changing rooms" she smiled and pointed at the direction of the changing rooms.

I made my way to the door knocking on it, "you shouldn't be wondering around without me knowing, we have a flight to get to-"

I was cut off by the door getting opened, my jaw ticked, and a huge bulge formed in my pants.

Shit.

Lela stood infront of me with a black lingerie, barely holding her tits, and barely covering her nipples.

My dick pulsed in my pants.

"I just thought my husband would want me to do some shopping before we finish our honeymoon" she sighs.

"We didn't have much fun" she shrugs holding up a red lingerie, "should I try this one on?" She bit her lip as she started thinking.

Blood was rushing hot and fast through my veins as I stood, clenching and unclenching my jaw.

My fists were shaking, fighting the urge to touch her.

I cleared my throat, "w-we have to" "get to our flight" I cleared it again.

How did I find it hard to talk?

She pouted, "Can't you wait a bit for me, dear husband?" She whispered placing her finger on my bottom lip, running it down my chest.

I never let anyone touch me.

My hand wrapped around her wrist tightly, "you don't want to do this, Lela" my eyes went dark.

"Or what?" She looked up at me with those fucking eyes.

"Or I'll take you against this wall and I swear I won't stop" My lips touched her ear.

She let out a breath, "and what's stopping you?"

"Nothing" I smirked and pushed her up the wall kicking the door close with my foot.

She hit a nerve.

And she was about to pay.

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