Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 122: Chapter 122

•Evangeline.
"I know things hadn't been the same between us since I came back but I promise you, no more bullshit..." I said, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
"I really missed you, E, and you came back as a completely different person, I couldn't even recognize you."
I grabbed her hand. "Hey, no, come on, it's still me, B, I'm right here."
"Then you went into a coma and I felt so guilty and I cried because I thought I'd never be able to talk to you again and I wished I could just turn back the clock and hug you one more time-"
I cut her rambling off and placed an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer. I rested my head against hers and sighed. We were sitting on our living room couch. Nikolai had been sending Bianca back every time she came to meet me but luckily it was me who found her today because Nikolai wasn't at home. A maid told me he never came home last night.
After an hour or so, Bianca left. We had lunch together and hung out, she had gossip about almost everyone in the Cosa Nostra that she thought that I should know. The tension between us was relieved, we were back to being almost inseparable, and I couldn't be more grateful for that. She was my best friend, my sister.
I did exercise, walked, trained with my trainer, and had my medication on time, had dinner, but every two seconds, my eyes went back to the front door, where the hell was he?
I contemplated if I should call him or not... I just wanted to know if he was alright or not. He may have gotten the FBI off his back but he had a lot of enemies-powerful enemies. Every time he walked out of the house, everywhere he went danger was always lurking around him.
Instead of Nikolai, I scrolled up and tapped on Lorenzo's name. It rang and rang, again and again, but he didn't pick up. Then I called Marco and his phone had been turned off, which unnerved me even more. I ran out of the house and called the guard patrolling the front door.
"Yes, Madam?"
"Nikolai? Where is he?"
"I haven't talked to Don Niko since this morning..."
"Well, call him!" I snapped.
"I don't know-"
"Do it!"
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Nikolai's number, he put it on the speaker but it was the same with him.
My heartbeat accelerated, I made him call everyone who he thought was with Nikolai and none of them picked up, most men had their phones turned off.
"Madam, if there was something wrong, I would have known about it by now..."
I wanted to pull my hair out. "Then why isn't he picking up?!"
I kept calling all of them again and again until Marco finally picked up, "Marco, Marco, oh my god, oh thank goodness, you picked up. Where are you, where is Nikolai?! I have been going crazy, I think I might die from a heart attack. You guys can't fucking do this to me, I just woke up from a coma a month ago, and I could fall back into it. I'm still fucking weak, remember?! Don't you guys have any shame? Do you even care for me, you sick, sick fucks! Screw you all but don't you dare die on me, any of you, even that asshole Scott, do you fucking understand me?!"
"Uh, Evangeline, we are in the house just in the basement, there is a signal problem down there..." Marco informed me; his voice was low.
The front door opened and I turned to it, Nikolai entered, his attention was on his cufflinks as he walked in.
"Marco, I'll call you back!"
I hung up and threw my cell phone on the couch. I strode straight towards Nikolai and raised my hand to slap him across the face. My hand stopped mid-air as Nikolai's big hand wrapped around my wrists, his steel grip kept my arm in place and he slowly raised his face to look at me, "I think I have had enough of those..." he sneered, he was referring to me slapping him. Which I had done a handful of times now. 1 "Where the hell were you?" I was almost yelling.
"In the basement, had some work to do."
"I have been calling you like crazy for the past whole day, you could've sent a text, or was it so hard to do?!"
He frowned, pulling me closer by the wrist he was holding, our noses almost touched. "And why would I do that?!"
"Because I'm your wife!" I snapped as a matter of factly.
"Are you? I thought you weren't ready for it..." he drawled.
"Yeah, well, that's fucking different."
"You were the one who was avoiding me," he said, the smug look on his face pissed me off.
"So, you decided to ignore me in return to get even?"
A crinkle appeared on his forehead, "I'm not trying to get even with you. I just thought that you wouldn't even notice me gone."
"I wouldn't notice?! What kind of person do you think I am? I thought something bad had happened to you!" my tone was hysterical.
"Why do you care?" he snapped back.
Oh, he was asking for it.
My eyes cut to his steel grip on my wrist, I squinted my eyes and raised my free hand to slap him from the other side but he was faster than me, he grabbed both of my arms, twisted them behind my back, and slammed my front into the nearby wall, holding me against it, keeping me in place. I tried to get my hand out of his grip but he dug them more into my back.
"For a person who claims to hate me, you sure do care about my whereabouts a lot," he whispered in my ear from behind, his hot heavy body pressing into me.
"I need to know everything. Who knows if you're out there fucking some whore?! That could finally get me the divorce I wanted all along."
He forced me more into the wall, my cheek pressed against the rough surface hard, "I have tried being nice to you but you are starting to get on my fucking nerves"
I struggled against him, "Fuck off!"
He chuckled, "Stupid little Evangeline, can't even stick to her own fucking decision. If you wanted attention, all you had to do was ask."
I managed to break free from his grip and immediately turned in his hold but before I could act on getting away from him, he grabbed both of my arms again and pinned them over my head.
"If you call me stupid one more time, I will kill you."
"Promises, promises," his tone sarcastic.
I forced my arm out of his hold and he let me this time. I trailed my hand down and cupped his cock from over his pants. I wasn't surprised to find him hard, I could see it in his eyes-how turned on he was. Desperate Nikolai meant weak Nikolai, the one I could easily break through.
I impatiently unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the button of his pants, I slammed down the zipper and pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants.
My hand wrapped around his thick erection and I sloppily moved it up and down. Both of his hands landed on either side of me on the wall, he groaned and swallowed, resting his lips on my forehead.
I brought my hand to my lips and spit on it before spreading it all over his cock, moving my hand back and forth.
The action did something to him, his eyes grew dark and he looked ready to pounce on me like a predator does with its prey.
He tried to touch me but I pushed his hands away from me, he frowned; it pissed him off. He curled his hands into fists, slamming them into the wall beside me all the while I kept on stroking him, spreading the pre-cum over his length that had accumulated on the tip.
He leaned his face, his mouth aiming for mine but I turned my head and his lips met with my cheek. He growled and bit my cheek, pulling the skin between his teeth.
"Fuck..." he breathed out, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.
We stood there, in the corner of our living room. His hands were on the wall, his groans and moans filled the room, and his eyes squeezed shut as I moved my hand over his thick, bulging cock. I really wanted him inside of me but not now, not like this.
We stayed there as long as he wasn't close to his orgasm, his eyes snapped open, boring into mine. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm about to-"
And that was my cue to stop...
He jerked his hips to reach his high but I didn't give it to him. I placed my hand over his chest and pushed him back just enough to get out from under him. I strode straight to my bedroom without looking back. "WHAT THE FUCK, EVANGELINE?!" he shouted, still a little disgruntled, he tucked himself back into his pants.
I reached my bedroom and opened the door, I stood in the doorframe and smiled, "That's for calling me stupid," saying that, I slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside.