Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

.Nikolai.
"Is that Chase Nickelson?" she asked, with stars illuminating her eyes.
I followed her gaze and saw the up-and-coming actor Chase Nickelson socializing with the people. The only reason he was here is that he owe me his career and his life. I'm the one who made him a star. Just pulled some strings and made his life, "Yeah..."
She gasped, "I love him..."
I turned to her, "What?"
"God! He is perfect!" she squealed like a little girl.
I lifted a shoulder, "He's alright..."
"I love his movies..."
"Evangeline, do you want him to die?"
A frown appeared on her forehead and she looked up at me. "What?"
"If you kept on praising him like that, I might get jealous, and trust me, you don't want to see me get jealous," I told her bluntly.
She squinted her eyes at me before a devilish smile pulled on her lips. "And why would you be jealous?"
"Because you are mine..."
Her smile wavered and she nodded, "Right..." she mumbled under her breath with a disappointing hint in her voice.
I swallowed, looking at her as she tried to avoid eye contact with me, "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"
That made her smile, "Several times..."
I offered her my hand, "Shall we dance?"
She placed her hand in mine and I twirled her around, pulling her right into my arms. A little melodic laugh left her as her back met with my front.
We moved to the middle of the dancefloor and took our positions. She placed one hand in mine while the other rested over my shoulder. I gripped her hand and pulled her closer to me by her waist.
Soft music played through the hall, we let the rhythm control our movement. Her steps were immaculate; perfect, and every single movement of her body mesmerized me. She was quite flexible, I know because I have tried every single position on her.
I tilted my head to the side, "Where did you learn to dance?"
She looked into my eyes, hesitating. Her lips slightly parted, and her eyes roamed around, I watched the delicate column of her throat moving up and down, "Um, my dad... I used to dance with him, he taught me to dance since I was six years old."
My blood ran cold at the mention of the man I hate with extreme passion. My shoulders tensed up, biting her lower she stared at me as if she was expecting something from me.
At that time, only one thought floated through my mind.
I don't want to lose her.
I don't want to lose her.
I inhaled, she was his daughter. Of course, he will pop up from time to time in our conversations. I can't disregard that fact.
If she can get past the murder of her parents and still be here with me, then why can't I? I took my revenge the night I ordered to kill Elijah and Mary. My only regret is that I didn't get to torture him before his death and I think I can live with that... as long as she is here.
I read a book... for her. "A Man's Way through Relationships". I didn't sleep last night, it was difficult for me to come to terms with what I feel for people. I always thought of feelings as a weakness but I can't run from them. They are normal, they aren't a weakness. If anything, I felt weak and out of control after she left me, she isn't a weakness, she is my strength.
It was all so easier to say in my head but whenever she is near me, whenever she is with me, I can't put a single one of my thoughts into words.
I twirled her around and pulled her back into me, "At least he did something right..." I finally answered her making her eyes go wide.
A relieved smile formed over her beautifully kissable lips, "Teaching me how to dance?" she questioned.
I shook my head slightly. "No, bringing you into this world... for me."
Everything seemed to fade around us, I couldn't focus on anything but her. It was her and I, alone in a room full of people.
Is that love?
Is that what it feels like?
Her light brown eyes gleamed as I dipped her, and our noses touched. I took my time in doing so, we were completely off rhythm but who the fuck cares?
A surge of intense emotions shot through my body, it was almost electric, it was like a lightning bolt. I have never felt like this before. I tenderly touched her exposed back, softly caressing her waist. I drew her closer and closer until we were breathing each other's air.
I had no fucking control over what I was doing. Only one thought took up all the space in my mind.
Evangeline...
I love her...
I don't know when did we stop dancing. Our eyes held each other for what felt like an eternity. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world.
She smiled, illuminating the space around her, an angelic glow all over her face. I want her smiles, all of her smiles, I want to be the reason behind every single one of her smiles.
Both of my hands moved to her face, cupping it, drawing it closer and closer until her soft lips slightly touched mine.
My hand went to the back of her head as I lost myself in the feelings of her lips, for a moment, letting go of all the other thoughts that occupied my mind.
Her arms went around my neck, and I kissed her gently, softly. Her hand went to my hair and she fisted them, pulling me closer to her, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
We were kissing like crazy. I completely forgot about the people around us and it was at that moment I knew.
I had fallen in love with her. I didn't know when it happened, or how it happened but it did.
I do love her.
I love Evangeline and I need her to know that.
I pulled back, my hands still on her cheeks, caressing her cheekbones as she looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Your lips feel like heaven," I breathed on her lips, "I think I love you, Evangeline."
Her breathing had become light; her mouth opens as she shuddered in my hold. Goosebumps rose all over her skin, she was astounded like she couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth. It was clear how much it affected.
"Can you..." she swallowed. "Can you say it again?"
"I love you, I love you so fucking hard, Evangeline Costello, please, don't ever leave me again."
Her face lit up, it was like a ray of sunshine escaping the dark clouds. "I-"
A deafening sound of banging and gunfire shattered our moment. I was suddenly jolted out of my daze, and my hand immediately reached for my gun when the large wooden doors of the hall were blasted open. Scott staggered in, his arm dripping with blood and splattering onto the floor. He had been shot, and his wide eyes gazed around before landing on me with fury in them. "Niko!" he groaned, holding his arm tightly.
"What happened? What the fuck is wrong?" I asked, pulling out my gun, and flicking the safety off, pushing Evangeline behind me, shielding her.
"Niko, it's the Morettis. They attacked and they have Lorenzo, he is in a fucking bad shape. I'm not sure if he is even alive, Niko. They have him tied up like a fucking corpse!"
My blood ran cold, my head snapped back to the woman I love.
A darkness crept over me, the same darkness I was born into. The same darkness that turns me into an animal. I felt it slowly creeping up my body, antagonizing my thoughts. My insides turned black and my heart went ice cold.
"You played me?" my voice was low, barely a whisper.
Her eyes were wide, she looked between me and the large wooden door, distant gunshots rang throughout the room but I couldn't hear them, people were frantically running all around us but I could see nothing...
Tears built up in her eyes, "No, Nikolai, I have nothing to-"
"You also said that Lorenzo was unharmed!" Scott snapped from behind me.
Her lower lip quivered and I got reminded of the night she came to her room drenched in blood and lied straight to my face.
"Yes, I lied about that but Nikolai-" she tried to hold my arm.
I pushed her back, she seemed shocked by that, I surprised myself too. I placed a hand over her chest and pushed her back. I did that and I didn't feel bad about it.
"Nikolai..." a tear slid down her cheek.
She was an actress, she had been acting this whole time and I fell right into her trap. Just like she acted all sweet and lovely with Lorenzo before she fucking kidnapped him. I was there, in one of the cars when it happened. Lorenzo had asked for my permission to go talk to her.
"You set me up, Evangeline..."
"I didn't..."
"You betrayed me... again."