Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

.Evangeline.
I awakened with a monster headache. I groaned and leaned against the headboard for a few minutes. It was still dark outside, I glanced at the clock and it read three a.m.
My throat was incredibly parched, I tossed aside the duvet and got off the bed. I hadn't changed into my nightwear earlier, I went to the bathroom, freshened up, and changed into a pair of a silk cami top and shorts.
I ran my fingers through my hair as I went down the stairs. The whole mansion was dark, it was late at night and all the lights were switched off.
I went closer to the kitchen door and heard a tap running. Furrowing my eyebrows, I walked inside only to see the person I did not want to see under any circumstances.
He was a liar and a manipulator. I had no idea why would he stage something like that but I was done being Nikolai's puppet.
He was washing off his hands and then I noticed the red color sprayed over his white shirt. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up but I could see that they were soaked in blood too at some point.
"Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?" he asked.
I let go of the breath I was holding in and headed straight toward the refrigerator. I opened it and pulled out a bottle of water. I unscrewed the cap aggressively, letting him know that I don't want to talk to him, and took huge gulps of water. I slammed the water bottle on the countertop.
"Don't waste it on the poor bottle. We could use this anger in the morning when we box," he said oh-so-casually.
It annoyed me, it frustrated me how he could act so normal after pulling that engagement stunt on me. Does he have no conscience? A sense of right and wrong? Doesn't he feel guilt? Like ever? What the hell was he made of? Stone? He was an emotionless beast. His father was right about him, he is cold and doesn't care about anyone but himself. He doesn't care how many people he hurts and why would he? He is the king of the dark world. He freaking rules the dark with an iron fist and everyone just bends to his will.
"You really think I'd box with you again?!" I snapped at him.
He finally turned the tap off and turned to face me. The front of his white shirt looked like something straight out of a horror movie. A big splatter of blood stared back at me. It looked like he came from a butcher's shop. I didn't want to know to whom that blood belonged.
My eyes slowly trailed up and met with his eyes. They were dark, monstrous, and dripping with cruelty. Nikolai wasn't here, it was Don Niko. It was the monster that lives inside of him. Don Niko was a thousand times worse than Nikolai, they were two different people in one body, and no one can convince me otherwise.
He crossed his arms over his chest and a devious smile pulled on his lips as he leaned his butt against the counter. "It's cute that you think you have a choice."
I pursed my lips, my muscle tensed up. "Go find someone else to boss around, Nikolai."
"Na, I'm good with you."
He seemed amused by all of it. He was enjoying every second of this conversation knowing he had the upper hand, knowing that no matter what he can bend me to his will.
I breathed out an unamused laugh. "Well, let me change my wording. Go boss around your fiancée, Nikolai."
He stared at me for one good minute and I stared at him right back. Then a faint smile pulled on his lips that stretched in a low chuckle, he gave his head a shake. He took a step forward, I took one back.
Every predatory step he took toward me made me take a step back until my lower back touched the counter behind me. Frustration gnawed at my skin. This was the time I wanted to curse like really curse.
He closed the distance between us with two more powerful long strides. His hands landed on the countertop on either side of me. He tilted his head to the side and then raised his hand.
Instinctively, I flinched. It was a reflex, I thought that he was going to hit me.
It happens when you have been slapped across your face for days on end.
A slight frown appeared on his forehead. He didn't seem too amused by my reaction to his hand which was stained with blood just a few minutes ago. His finger gently touched my cheek before it trailed behind my ear, getting my hair off my face.
"Are you jealous of Grace, Evangeline?" he asked.
His words lit my whole body on fire. I wished we were in a boxing ring right now, at least I could get my aggression out on him there.
I licked my lower lip and looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. "Get away from me, you reek of blood."
"Get used to it, Angel," he breathed out, his knuckles caressing my cheek.
I frowned. "Why would I get used to it? Your fiancée Grace should get used to this, she is the one who will be spending the rest of her life with you. You are going to toss me out of this house sooner or later."
He growled in annoyance. "Evangeline, I never told you to leave, you left because you wanted to. You-"
I cut him off, ignoring whatever he was saying. "You know what? Maybe, I should get used to it because it's not like my fiancé Scott is any better than you."
The gentle hand that was caressing my cheek, gripped my jaw with such force that my breath got stuck in my throat. His eyes turned feral, the monster peeked through them.
"If you ever cut me off again, it won't end well for you!" he sneered.
I scoffed at his words and rolled my eyes. I know I was only digging a deeper grave for myself but I was too furious to care.
"And Scott is not your fucking fiancé," he gritted out.
"Really?" I asked, my voice coated with sarcasm. "Aren't you the one who announced my engagement just a few hours ago?"
"You wore the fucking ring. Why did you wear the fucking ring?" he growled, his tone almost animalistic.
"Scott asked me to!"
"And suddenly, Evangeline will do anything Scott will say," he ridiculed me.
I glared into his eyes. "I thought he gave it to me as an apology gift! I didn't know I was about to be engaged!"
"Scott is a fucking psychopath. He doesn't fucking give out apology gifts, he is a fucking ruthless killer. When are you ever going to learn how the world works, Evangeline? Because from where I am standing,
you look quite stupid even after everything that had happened to you," he said in a single breath, each word piercing into my chest.
Irritation surged up inside of me. I could almost feel my blood boiling in my veins. "Fuck you, Nikolai!"
He chuckled and shook his head. "I am not that bored, Evangeline, and you are not that lucky." 2
My lips parted. Was he saying what I think he was saying? Did he just say that he was not bored enough to fuck me? Did he insinuate that I will be the lucky one if he slept with me?
I pushed him back but he didn't even move a little bit, he stood before me like a concrete wall. "Get away from me!"
"Why? Don't want to fuck me anymore?"
I only said that because I know he hates it when I curse but it freaking backfired on me. He somehow made it about me. He took the insult from my mouth to insult me right back.
"Go fuck your fiancée-" the words were still in my mouth when a hand clasped my mouth shut.
Nikolai fisted my hair from the back of my hand while his other hand squeezed my mouth shut. He forced my head back outstretching my neck.
"What did I say about you cursing?"
He took off his hand from my mouth and it traveled down to my neck, where he gripped it with soft yet strong fingers.
Frustration ran through my veins. "I don't care!"
His fingers burned into the side of my neck. "Respect! That's the only fucking thing I ask from you. Which I never thought I'd have to ask for before you. But now I'm out of patience with you, Evangeline! You
want to disrespect me? You want to fuck with me until you get a reaction? That's fine. I'll give you exactly what you want."
In a second my feet flew off the ground as Nikolai roughly placed me on the kitchen counter behind me so that I was at eye level with him.
The sound of the footsteps caught my attention and my head whiplashed in the direction of the kitchen door.
"Niko, are you in there?"
Grace, it was Grace...