Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 53: Chapter 53

-Nikolai
We were sitting around the table at a restaurant with my father, Grace, Scott, and my Evangeline. She kept playing with the food on her plate, and haven't really taken an actual bite of it. Every two seconds, she'd glance in my direction, her cheeks would heat, and the flustered look on her face was enough for everyone to know that she was thinking of something inappropriate. She looked different today, good different. She seemed happier. I don't remember her being this happy since she got kidnapped. She wore a blue dress, her dark-colored hair was loosely curled and she was wearing light pink lipstick. Full, pink, and glossy, with a tiny mole above the left side of her mouth. A sudden urge to suck that lipstick off her lips crept up.
I was really close to taking her this evening and I know she wouldn't have complained either but it didn't fucking feel right. I was still wearing Grace's ring on my finger and she told me that she won't have sex with me not until I take this fucking ring off permanently. I took it off momentarily to give her an orgasm and then put it on again.
It's not the same.
"How's my son been treating you, Grace?" my father asked, putting a forkful of steak in his mouth.
Grace smiled widely, she looked at me through her lashes and then at my dad. "Honestly, Mr. Costello, I couldn't ask for a better husband and it's really hard to say that in our world. T week and handed me his black card to go shopping for myself. I mean, what more a woman could ask for?"
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Yeah, I did it so, I could spend time with the woman I actually want and for that, I needed her as far away from us as possible.
Evangeline glanced at her, her lips curled into a knowing smile before she looked back down at her plate.
Pops chuckled, satisfied with her answer. He wanted this alliance more than anything in the world because it would turn the White House in our favor. If you control the chief of staff of the president of the United States, it fucking means you control the White House, you control the president. It would mean more power, more land, and more authority. It would make us invincible.
And throwing it all away for a girl was a bad fucking idea but when was I ever the one to follow rules.
I had enough power, enough authority. I wanted more power, yes, but I wasn't greedy enough to marry a whore my father has chosen for me.
I turned back to the conversation at hand, my father and Grace were making plans again for the wedding, hoping that it goes on without any obstacles this time.
"How about this Saturday?" Grace suggested, she wanted to be done with the wedding as fast as she could.
I know she had sensed my disinterest in this marriage from the very beginning. She was trying to tie me down.
Stupid girl.
"This Saturday is perfect," I added to the conversation
All the heads at the table snapped in my direction. I noticed the fork slowly dropping through Evangeline's fingers and onto the plate. Hurt flashed through her eyes and then she looked down at her lap.
She has no fucking idea what I have in mind for her.
"Are you sure you don't need more time, son?" Pops asked, unconvinced.
I gave my head a shake. "No, I think I have stalled my wedding enough."
Pops laughed with delight, enjoying his meal even more than before. Scott raised an eyebrow and placed his arm behind Evangeline, resting it over her chair.
"What about you, Scott? When are you planning to get married?" Grace asked, eyeing Evangeline like she knew something was going on with her.
"Right after you guys," he grinned, glancing at her. "What do you say, sweet cheeks?"
Evangeline finally looked up and gave everyone a gentle smile. "I'm fine with anything..."
Only if she was that submissive and sweet with me when we are alone.
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After we were done with the dessert, I sent Grace and Evangeline home with Marco and Pops left with his driver. Scott and I drove to the warehouse, I walked straight to Ignacio's torture cell, Alessandro had
hung him upside down from the ceiling.
"Let him down," I ordered.
Alessandro pulled the chains and Ignacio's whole body fell to the floor like a pathetic sack of potatoes. He groaned, laying on the floor like he was fucking dead. He looked so fucking weak nothing like the man who had been messing with my shit for the past two years. From the day I killed his fucking good-for-nothing of a father.
"Why did you take her?"
He grinned through his blood-filled mouth. "The things I did to that delectable, lovely, little Evangeline. Ah, I can still taste her skin-oof!"
I kicked his stomach as hard as I could, his body turned the other way, and he curled up into a fucking ball.
"Why the fuck did you take her? What did you want from her?"
"Her pus-"
Another kick.
I nodded at Alessandro and he brought me over a little black box. I crouched beside Ignacio, looking down at his battered, bloodied, pathetic form. I opened the black box and showed Ignacio a severed finger
inside.
"Do you know who this finger belongs to?"
His eyes twitched, and he recognized the ring on the severed finger. "Your bitch?"
"This finger belongs to your little brother Sergio. You will be getting more of his body parts soon. I always start with the fingers first, then the toes, then the teeth, and then I go straight for the neck. Would you like Sergio's head hanging on one of the walls of your cell? I think it will be a nice touch."
"FUCK YOU, NIKO, AND FUCK YOUR LITTLE BITCH! I SHOULD HAVE PUT A BULLET IN HER FUCKING HEAD! I SHOULD HAVE CHOKED HER TO DEATH WITH MY DICK!"
"Why did you take her?"
"Ask your bitch, she probably knows what her father had planned. She isn't as innocent as people think. She was in on it with her father! Ask her, ask her where I took her, ask her what happened there. Ask her what her father said to her before he died! If she told you the truth, I'd tell you the rest myself!"
I stood up, nodding at Alessandro. He pulled the chains once again and Ignacio's body started to dangle in the air, the metal chain hauled him up by his feet.
I left his cell and checked up on Sergio. I had chopped off all of his fingers one by one myself and then saved them in different boxes as a gift for his brother. Alessandro then burned the rest of his hand-the
palm and everything-with a fucking blowtorch.
He touched her and now he doesn't fucking have hands.
Scott and I drove back to the mansion late at night. Scott went straight to his room and I strolled to her room.
Ignacio would say anything to get to my head. I know Evangeline better than anyone, I fucking made her. When she came into my home she was as pure as the day she was born. There is no way in fucking hell that Evangeline would have known what her father was up to. She barely knew the man herself, she thought that he worked at the bank, at a fucking bank.
I knocked on the door and waited, a few moments later, I heard her gentle footsteps approaching the door. She opened it and her eyes widened momentarily before a bitter look crossed her face. She tried to close the door in my face but I placed my shoe in between. she sighed, probably giving up, and then step back letting me enter. I went inside and shut the door behind me.
She crossed her arm over her chest. "Why are you here? Aren't you getting married on Saturday?!" she snapped.
I smirked, leaning against the door. "No, I'm getting married on Friday."
Her mouth dropped open, she then shook her head and swallowed, and the delicate column of her throat slightly moved. "Then why are you here?
"I am where I should be..."
"No, you should be in your room, Nikolai because I'm done. You can't be telling one thing and then go out and do another in the public. Do you have any idea how I felt? I felt used and humiliated, I don't want
this anymore, please..."
"If you expect me to shower you with sweet words and tell you everything is gonna be just fine then you are wrong, Evangeline. I don't do that shit, but what I can do is tell you to trust the process."
She scoffed. "Trust the process? What the hell does that even mean?!"
"I want you to trust me," I told her.
She raised an eyebrow. "Trust you? You want me to trust the most manipulative and evil man in the country?!"
I let out a bitter smile. Something about her words rubbed me the wrong way.
She pointed a finger at my face. Bold but stupid, gravely stupid. "You are mistaken if you think that I'd let you touch me again. I know what your game is. You want to marry Grace and keep me as your mistress.
The one you fuck behind your wife's back. I refuse to stoop that low for you!"
Sometimes it feels like she was born to annoy the fuck out of me. No one has ever gotten under my skin the way she did. She fucking messed with my sanity.
I would have fucking killed anyone who had the balls to talk to me like that but this girl, this annoying little girl had all the fucking power without even doing anything. Sometimes, in a twisted, fucked up way, I wished that she had died with her fucking parents. Because if she had fucking died I wouldn't have known her, I wouldn't have brought her into my fucking house, I wouldn't have been obsessed with her. But then the thought of her lifeless body made my chest tighten with aversion. Something violent ran through my vein as the thought of her getting hurt crossed my mind. I grabbed her by her neck and walked her to the bed. She tried to pry off my grip on her neck but her feeble attempts were nothing compared to my strength. She was so fucking little and fragile, I could snap her
in half like a fucking twig but the physical strength didn't matter in this case. She had the power, all the fucking power and she knew that.
"You don't get to tell me what I can and can not do with you," I hissed as I threw her back on the bed.
She glared up at me. "You can't force me into anything I don't want to do!"
I let out a sarcastic breath. "Says who?"
She pressed her lips together, and her glare darkened, if only looks could kill... "You know what they call people who force other people."
She did not say that, she did not fucking insinuated that. I hovered over her as she tried to fight me off. The more she fought, the more it turned me on. I grabbed both of her wrists and placed them above her
head, I dipped my head as my nose slightly touched hers. She struggled in my hold like a lioness, the fire in her eyes made me fucking crazier for her.
My gaze fell on her lips as she parted them, asking to be fucking kissed. Heat rushed to my groin as I pressed my lips against hers. I nipped at her lower lip but she didn't fucking reciprocate.
I pulled back and glared at her. "Kiss me back."
"Go kiss Grace-"
I cut her off with another harsh kiss, biting and sucking her lips violently. I pulled back again. "Fucking kiss me back, Evangeline!"
"Go kiss your wife!" she snapped
I breathed out a laugh. "I think I like kissing Scott's wife..."
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"By the end of this week, you will be a married woman, Evangeline," I whispered on her lips.
Her eyes went wide and all the color drained from her face. "No..."