Ilya Zharkov is the head of the Russian Mafia around the world, every smaller faction answers to him. With his interests aligned with the DiStefano's, business is thriving. Even if she's in his mind, constantly, nothing can break him...until he lays...
A soft smile formed on my lips as he helped me slip on my heels "That can't happen again."
"I know, princess," he gazed up at me. "I need to find a wife and you need to grieve," he kissed up my body until his lips met mine. "We should go back downstairs before Ilya gets here."
"Yeah," I nodded looking into his eyes and then stood up. "Go ahead, I need to use the bathroom."
"Okay, Princess," he pecked my right cheek. "I'll be downstairs," I watched him leave and went look at myself in the full-length mirror by the window. I'm wearing a black Mugler pantsuit with a Saint Laurent lace bra underneath the jacket and Versace black double-platform pumps.
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Jay liked Santino, he said he knew how to protect me and that he saw us as a couple until I accidentally kissed Jay when I was drunk and that led to sex which ended up in love and then our beautiful baby girl arrived...Jay was right, if I hadn't fallen for him I would've probably found myself married to Santino.
When I went downstairs, Ilya was already there drinking coffee with Santino. He looked at me and then back at the man who just fucked me; I'm surprised he didn't shot any of his stupid comments about me being a snake.
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