Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 110: Chapter 110

.Evangeline.
I woke up entangled in his strong arms, he was sleeping like a baby. His heavy body covered mine, his face resting over my breasts, his arms wrapped around my waist. His posture was almost possessive, protective as if he let me go, I'd run away.
I tried my hardest not to wake him as I slipped out from underneath him, he stirred and his hand roamed around the bed looking for me, but instead, he grabbed a pillow and pulled it into his chest.
I went to take a shower. After our little fight about him not wearing a condom, he again fucked me, and that too without a condom. I watched our discarded clothes from last night laying on the bathroom floor, I grabbed them all and threw them in the laundry basket.
The shower was still running, we weren't really in our senses last night. I sighed, walking to the cabin and finally completing the shower I had intended to take last night.
My thoughts were all over the place, I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered what Enzo did last night. He still needed to be dealt with. Nikolai was still in the dark about the whole Lorenzo situation. I have no idea how he'd react once he found out.
You can never know anything for sure with him. Nikolai may have told me that I had him in the palm of my hand last night but this morning could be another story. You can never guess what Nikolai will do next.
I dried my whole body with a towel and changed into clean clothes. I stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Nikolai had woken up. He was leaning against the headboard, the white sheets laying over his lap as he used his cell phone.
The marks we left on one another last night were really bright and visible in the morning. I could see how my nails had scratched his skin off, I frowned as I saw a hickey over his neck. I don't remember giving him that, I was so out of it last night that I don't even remember half of the things we did.
I also had numerous bite marks, the most vicious one was over my inner thigh, hickeys, and the bruises that his hands left behind were hard to cover as I applied makeup over my neck.
"Where's Lorenzo?" he asked, tossing his phone aside, and watching me through the mirror. I opened my mouth to say something, hesitation was clear as day on my face. He frowned which turned into a glare." Evangeline, I asked you a question..."
"I have him..." I vaguely answered.
He nodded, "Yes, where?"
"He's fine..." I half-lied, at least he wasn't dead.
"I didn't ask you if he is fine or not. Where is he? I need him," his voice almost turned annoyed.
I just looked at him through the mirror and continued applying my makeup.
He sighed. "I thought I was quite clear last night..."
"About what?"
"About not giving you a divorce. There is no point in keeping him now when we cleared that last night."
"We talked about it the last night but I don't remember agreeing to it."
An incredibly smug look crossed his face, "You love me, Evangeline. You still do, I felt it last night; you felt it last night. Don't fight it, baby girl."
I faced him with a frown, "But you don't, right?"
"Stop being ridiculous." he snapped.
I walked to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "I didn't agree to anything last night. Yes, I love you, Nikolai but I don't love you enough to give myself up for it!"
A faint smile tugged over his lips, I suddenly realized it was the first time I had said "I love you" to him out loud. It was the first time, I had been this candid with him about my feelings for him.
"You want me to stay with you then earn me, not just with your words; anyone can say pretty words. If you want me, work for it. Show me that you want me to stay with you. If you want me as your wife, then marry me... not like you did last time, propose to me, drop on your knees and ask me to marry you. You never asked me if I wanted it or not. You never asked if I even liked the way we got married." I saw his jaw clenching, his frown deepening.
"I may not be a normal girl, Nikolai, but I do have wishes about how I'd like to spend my life. I wanted a big wedding, I wanted the perfect dress. I wanted to be proposed to, I wanted to know what it feels like to date someone, to get to know them! If you want me in your life, EARN ME!"
My chest was heaving up and down like crazy, my blood was boiling in my veins. I didn't even give him a chance to say anything.
"I know, I know, you're Nikolai Costello, the King of the Cosa Nostra. All these little gestures may not be your forte. But if you can't make me stay with you without threatening me or fucking me then you will let me go. You will give me the divorce I want, and let me live my life the way I want to."
He exhaled loudly through his nose, keeping eye contact with me.
"Do you think I asked to be this Moretti princess? I feel like an imposter in my own body. I never asked my father to throw me in a room my whole life, I never asked you to make me your wife and I never asked to be responsible for more than a thousand lives that were handed to me. I never asked for any of it. So, no, Nikolai, we didn't make anything clear last night. Don't just come in here, boss me around like you do with your men, and expect me to follow you. Earn that right where I listen to you out of respect, love, and free will. Then I'll think about if I want to stay with you."
The doorbell rang cutting through the tension that hung in the air between us.
Nikolai finally shifted in his place, heaving a sigh. "Must be Scott..."
I raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner, "Why?"
"You want me to walk out of here naked?"
I rolled my eyes and headed out of the room to open the door. I swung it open to come face to face with Scott with a pissed-off look on his face, "Where's Niko?"
Behind him, Enzo and a few other men were standing with their guns out. I squinted my eyes at Enzo, thinking that I will deal with him later, and then turned my attention back to Scott-the-douchebag. I offered my hand, "The clothes..."
He gripped the garment bag harder, "Where is Niko?"
"He is inside, now give me the clothes..."
"Tell him to come to get them himself," Scott snapped.
I pursed my lips, "Scott, if you want to see his dick just say so..."
Scott grimaced before shoving the garment bag in my hand. My eyes went back to Enzo and instead of looking at Scott, he was glaring at me, his eyes held so much venom and jealousy.
He is so fucking dead.
I slammed the door shut in their faces and went back to the bedroom. Nikolai was gone from the bed, the shower was running and I sat on the couch waiting for him to finish up.
He came out ten minutes later with a towel around his waist. I handed him the suit and just watched as he dressed up right in front of me.
He hadn't said a word after my whole speech and I think he was finally thinking about ending whatever it is between us. It's like he was avoiding me, he was avoiding eye contact as well.
Maybe, he was finally considering signing the divorce papers.
I don't know if I was hurt or relieved at the thought.
He put on his slacks and he was still wearing his shirt when he stepped out of the room to get out of the suite. I followed behind him, he was buttoning his shirt as he opened the door. Scott, Enzo, and the rest of the men were still standing outside.
Nikolai made sure to give Enzo the smuggest expression as he buttoned up his shirt and glance back at me with a smirk.
A sense of Déjà vu washed over me-Me, Grace, and Nikolai, this was really familiar to that.
I'm sure, Enzo had already put two and two together. He could clearly see the cut over Nikolai's lips and the hickeys over his neck. Nikolai was not being discreet about anything either. It was like he was trying to rub in Enzo's face that we had slept together.
"Nikolai..." I voiced as Scott and Nikolai were about to walk down the hallway.
He turned and raised an eyebrow.
"If Scott disrespected me ever again, I want you to shoot him." 3
Nikolai watched me intensely, "Whatever my queen wants."
A look of pure shock crossed Scott's face as I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, finally letting go of the breath I was holding in.