Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Nikolai.
"You needed my help with shop"
Bianca's mouth dropped to the floor as she gawked at me.
I gave her a hard look, "Why are you acting like shopping is the most illegal thing I have ever done?!"
She looked a little uneasy, "It feels illegal..."
"I'm trying to pursue my wife, Bianca and you happen to be the only person who really knows her, who knows what she likes or dislikes."
A sudden realization that I don't even know her that well crossed my mind. She was always the one to ask me questions about myself but I never made an effort to know her in return.
I looked around at the line of outlets with sparkly fucking gowns, heels, and shit. 2
"You don't even know her likes and dislikes?" her disapproving tone pissed me off.
I shot her a hard glare that shut her up, "If you want to live to see another fucking day, you will shut the fuck up and help me find the perfect fucking dress for her for the annual fucking charity ball."
"Okay... geez! Calm down."
She walked ahead of me, entering one of the stores. I went to walk beside her so we could talk.
"She said something about not being able to wear the perfect dress for her wedding. I'm trying to make up for it."
Bianca gave me a shit-eating grin, "Aw, Niko, that's actually really sweet."
"Shut the fuck up before I knock your teeth in."
Bianca shut her mouth instantly and started to survey the dresses and the gown, I followed behind her with my head dropped to the ground, so no one would actually fucking recognize me.
Look what you have fucking done to me, Evangeline! 1
We walk around a couple more stores until I spot a red evening gown specially enclosed in the corner. I walked to it and my mind involuntarily imagined her in this fucking dress. I imagined her beautiful leg, peeking out of the side slit and the plunging neckline reminded me of the perfect pair of tits that were all in my face yesterday night.
She'd look perfect in this...
"This one..." I voiced and Bianca came beside me in a flash.
She smiled, looking the dress up and down with wide, appreciative eyes, "You didn't need my help at all, did you, Niko?"
"Shut up!"
We bought the dress and had it packed perfectly to deliver it to her place. We went to a shoe store next. Bianca said she likes to wear Louboutin heels, so, that's what I bought. Only the most perfect and exclusive Louboutins for my wife.
I fucking thanked the Gods above as we went back to our cars and this torturing shopping trip was fucking over.
I went back to our family home and made my way to my mother's bedroom. I opened her safe and pulled out her diamond necklace. It was an Ivankov heirloom, the one she never got the chance to give to my wife or my future daughter like she always wanted.
This necklace was beautiful, with matching earrings and a bracelet.
It belonged to my mother, the queen of the Cosa Nostra, so, traditionally, it now belongs to my wife, Evangeline, my queen.
I had the jewelry and the dress and heels delivered to her penthouse suite.
She still hadn't given me an answer about whether she will go with me or not but I was hoping that she would.
I dressed up in a three-piece suit and stood under her building, waiting for her to show up; dressed in that gown and wearing my mother's jewels.
Moretti's men stood outside the building, glaring at me. My security was right behind me, if they tried anything funny, I won't hesitate to appear at my own charity event covered in their filthy blood.
I turned and gestured for Marco to come closer when I heard the clicking of heels behind me. I stilled, and Marco's mouth stretched into a faint smile. When I turned, Evangeline looked like a fucking angel standing there dressed in the gown I had bought for her. 1
Her hair was up, just a few of the curled strands were brushing against her collarbone. She made that fucking necklace look a thousand times more beautiful than it actually was.
A sense of pride washed over me, this beautiful woman was my wife, she was Mrs. Costello. She was the woman I'd feel lucky to have on my arm tonight.
I sound like a pansy but I didn't fucking care. 1
"You came..."
She looked around, shyly smiling to herself. I hadn't seen her smile like that since she came back, "I almost didn't but then I was getting bored, so, I thought I'll go out with you."
"You look beautiful, Evangeline..." Marco added, nodding in her direction.
"Thank you, Marco," she gave him a coy smile.
Out of all of us, she was still the most lenient with Marco for some reason.
I went to my car and opened the backdoor for her. She settled inside as I helped her with her gown. I went around the hood of the car and sat beside her.
Be the perfect gentleman in public, Niko, you can ravage her later in your bed.
Marco was driving us to the charity event and we both silently sat in the backseat. My hand went to her lap and I grabbed her hand, rubbing my thumb across her knuckles.
We drove through the huge gates of the venue and stepped outside. The camera flashes came from all around us, she took a step back, falling into my arms. She swallowed and looked up at me. Offering her a smile, I put my arm around her and led her inside through the flashing lights of the cameras. Lots of reporters yelled out my name but she had all of my attention for the night. I turned my head and kissed the side of her head as we entered the huge hall. I watched her as she looked all around with wide eyes.
She glanced at me and then rolled her eyes, looking around at the people. Many people approached us, making small talk, and asking who she was.
She answered every single question asked with genuine interest. She was sweet to other people, something she isn't to me anymore.
And whenever anyone asked, who she was, I told them-She was Evangeline Costello, my wife.