Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 87 - Epilogue - Seven Years After My Choice

Niko POV

"Paul, kill that fucker before I lose my temper!" I ordered my second as bullets flew past us.

"No way! She is your wife, you deal with her wrath."

He dared talk back to me. I should have put a bullet in his head, but he was right. No one wanted to deal with Viv's anger.

Over the years I may have given her too much power in the families. My men practically coward at her feet with one cold glare from her eyes.

"Fuck! How do I get through to him?" I shouted to Paul.

"I don't know. He is fucking pissed and isn't listening."

"Niko, come out and play!" The boy's voice taunted me.

"Will you just listen to me. I'm not here to kill you." I tried reasoning with him again.

"Oh, but I am here to kill you. You aren't worth anything Niko. I'll gut you for what you did to my sister."

Fuck! He had been brainwashed all these years. How the fuck can I calm him down. My phone started vibrating and there was my goddess with a see threw shirt displaying on my phone. She gets on my ass everyday about that photo, but I liked seeing my two girls begging for attention.

"Viv is calling again."

"Just answer and tell her it's you or him. She'll understand." Paul yelled at me.

"She will choose him, asshole."

"Years ago, maybe, but now you're the father of her children. She won't sacrifice you like that." Paul shrugged his shoulder, unsure if that was true.

"Michael, will you just listen to me! Amy is alive and at my house. Stop fucking shooting my men." I screamed, losing my temper. I was getting too old for this shit.

"My uncle told me the truth. I know what you did to her." He ran towards me now knowing my location, but that was a mistake. Never let your anger get the best of you. It was the difference between life and death out here.

Paul came up from behind him and clocked him in the head with his gun.

"Fuck Paul! You better hope he doesn't have any brain damage. I'm telling Viv it was all you that fucked his head up."

"He is a fucking terror. He deserves much worse than a headache when he wakes back up." Paul spit next to the boy then reached down and picked him up.

Just as we made it to the back door more bullets went off. I cursed rushing my men to the car. The things I do for this fucking woman.

Once we arrived home Paul snuck Michael to my basement while Marie distracted Viv. I wanted to make sure he was done throwing a tantrum about killing his sister, which I didn't, before letting him see her.

"There is my beautiful wife." I smiled walking into the kitchen. She was covered in dirt with short jeans and a teal tank top on. She always looked so fucking delicious.

"Back off beast. You will not be touching my body again." She warned me with a knife in her hand.

"Now what did you do?" Paul asked, closing the basement door. He nodded letting me know Michael was secure.

"Something I'm very proud of and will be doing again." I teased, grabbing my feisty little woman from behind. She tried pushing me away but my grip was too strong. She was all fucking mine.

"I don't think I want to know." Paul side eyed us then grabbed a piece of fruit Viv was cutting up.

"Did you miss me, baby." My lips grazed over her neck.