Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 65: Chapter 65

•Evangeline.
I have been awake for the past hour, Bianca was here with me, scolding me, telling me that this was the reason she was against the idea of me and Nikolai.
I asked her multiple times if she knew who shot me but she evaded the topic like the plague. 1
"I had them call Niko, he will be here soon."
"Thank you, I really need to see him. He is not hurt, is he? The last thing I remember is blood. There was just so much of it, I didn't even know who it belonged to; me or Nikolai."
Bianca shook her head. "Niko is fine."
Just as the words left Bianca's mouth, Nikolai entered the bleak hospital room and I breathed out in relief as I saw him.
"You're here..." I whispered.
Nikolai glanced at Bianca and she awkwardly got up. "I'll leave you guys alone."
The second Bianca stepped out of the door, Nikolai came and sat beside the bed on the chair. He held my hand as his thumb stroked the back of my hand gently. "How are you feeling?" "Good..." I smiled at him
He leaned over and placed a kiss on my forehead. His hair was wet, looked like he'd just taken a shower. "The doctors said you'll heal in no time, one to three weeks tops. I'm gonna sign the discharge form and then we'll go home," he explained everything gently but he seemed different. Like he was here but his mind was somewhere far away. 1
I raised my good arm and touched his face. "Are you okay? You seem tensed. If you're worried for me then I'm fine, it doesn't even hurt."
"Yes, because you're on a shitload of painkillers," he kissed the hand that was on his cheek and gave me a faint smile. "I'm fine and I'll be right back," saying that, he got up and walked out of the hospital's room, leaving me alone with bleak walls and the lingering sterile stench. 1
He seemed a little angry, was he angry with me? What did I do wrong? I replayed the whole day in my mind, thinking if something went wrong between us but I couldn't think of something. Maybe, he was just tensed because of the shooting that happened in broad daylight.
Nikolai walked back into the room, he pulled out a dress from the bag he was holding and showed it to me. "You need to change, I brought you a sleeveless dress, so, it doesn't hurt your arm."
I nodded and got off the bed, he helped me with it as I walked to the little changing area in the corner of the room. 1
I groaned as I tried to take off the hospital gown and Nikolai came beside me in a flash. He slowly took it off and then made me step into the dress as he pulled it up, so my arm wouldn't hurt.
"Come on, do you want me to pick you up?" he asked placing a hand on the small of my back.
I smiled, he looked cute when he cared this much. "I got shot in the arm, my legs are fine."
"I was just asking because you're on a lot of drugs right now."
We headed out of the hospital and Nikolai's car was parked out front. He helped me sit in the car even though I could sit by myself just fine. He walked around the hood and got into the driving seat, as we drove out of the parking lot.
"Nikolai..."
"Yes, baby girl?"
"Who shot me?"
"Grace's hitman."
I suspected that it was her, well, now I know for sure. Grace belonged to a mafia family, of course, she won't back down without a fight. I just didn't expect her to react this fast, I mean, it hadn't even been twenty -four hours before she sent her hitman to kill me off.
I ran a hand through my hair and cringed as they were all dirty and had dried-up blood in them. I passed out on the sidewalk and it was not pretty at all. 1
The agonizing pain I felt is indescribable, I can't put it into words. I really don't want to be shot again, ever. I glanced at Nikolai and all of his attention was on the road.
"Nikolai, have you ever been shot?"
He cast me a sideway glance with a slight smirk that didn't reach his eyes. There was something clearly bothering him but he was trying to hide it from me. "I have." "How many times?"
It was a genuine question for a guy who was born with a gun in his hands.
"Five."
I choked on air. "FIVE?! I almost died and the bullet just grazed me. You've been shot five times, how are you even alive?"
"It's not like I got shot five times at the same time, Angel, I got shot at different times, and different places."
I gasped, "Do you still have the gunshot wound scars?"
"I have."
"Can I see?"
He just laughed in return and gave his head a subtle shake. "You need to rest, you lost a lot of blood."
"Does it make me as tough as you now?"
Nikolai let out an amused breath. "I have never seen someone this excited over getting shot, Evangeline. Have you considered the possibility that if you were just a little more to the left, the bullet would have pierced your heart? You could have died."
I nodded, I have no idea why I was feeling so laidback after being shot for the first time, "That would have made you a widower just two days after your wedding and I would have died a virgin."
He chuckled and then stopped the car as we reached our home. "Fuck, I needed this, you have no fucking idea."
"Needed what?"
"Your stupidity."
My mouth hung open. "Nikolai!"
He laughed lightly. "Come on, let's get you upstairs."
He helped me out of the car and scooped me in his arms as we headed upstairs. I wrapped my good arm around his neck and breathed in his amazing scent.
"I stink," I voiced as he placed me back on my feet. "I need to take a shower."
"No,
need to rest."
"Nikolai, I have dried up blood and dirt in my hair. I could really use a hot bath right now."
He glanced at his wristwatch and sighed. "Let me help you."
I shook my head. He had already done so much for me. "I can manage."
"Don't be stupid, you'll wet the plaster cast," he scolded before pushing me in the direction of the bathroom.
He turn the tap on and set it to warm as hot water filled the tub. He came toward me and he took off my dress. I wasn't wearing any undergarments underneath, so, I was completely naked in front of him. It didn't really matter because I was so comfortable around Nikolai. Plus, I was confident in my own skin, my body was perfect in my eyes just the way it was.
What surprised me was Nikolai as he started to take his own clothes off. He took off his jacket, then his white shirt underneath, and lastly, he took off his slacks along with his boxer briefs.
He stepped into the tub and made himself comfortable, he stretched out his hand for me and I took it. He helped me in and made me sit between his legs in the warm, soapy water.
The warm water soothed the ache that gnawed at my limbs. Nikolai made sure to keep my wounded arm away from the water as much as he could as he placed it over the edge of the tub. He ran his hands up and down my body as if cleaning it.
I loved it, I loved how gentle he was at this moment, how he took his time, cleaning every single part of my body. He gently shampooed my hair. Taking his time as he massaged my scalp with it. I couldn't believe that Nikolai could be this gentle, this sweet. He then sprayed the water over my hair.
When he was done, he drained the water but didn't let me move away from him. Our wet bodies rubbed up together as he filled the bathtub with clean water all over again. This time we both were squeaky clean, he pulled me back onto his chest and he kissed the back of my head multiple times.
His hand moved to my breasts under the water and he squeezed rolling my nipple between his fingers. My mouth opened into a soundless moan as I threw my head back.
I had completely forgotten about the pain in my arm. The painkillers that the doctor gave me worked well. I pressed my body more into Nikolai's as his mouth moved to my neck.
"Ah..." a small almost inaudible moan left my lips as he harshly twisted my nipple.
"Do you know something I don't?" he asked against my neck.
My eyes reopened at his question. "What?"
"Anything... tell me you're not hiding anything from me," he whispered. 1
I threw my head back as he nipped at my neck to give him more access. "I'm not hiding anything from you, Nikolai. You know everything about me."
One of his hands moved between my legs, he slowly and teasingly touched my clit. "Everything?" he questioned.
I pulled in my lower lip to bite back a moan. "Everything..."
His finger moved up and down between my slit. "How was your relationship with your father?"
I frowned, shaking my head. "I really don't want to talk about that right now."
He slapped my clit hard under the water, so hard that I squealed. His heavy wet hand made the slap burn into me, his slaps aren't that bad when his hands are dry. "Fucking answer me!" his voice so low that a shudder rolled through me listening to it.
"Good, I guess, I don't know..."
He let out a sardonic breath against my neck. "How was your relationship with your father, Evangeline?" he asked again and he plunged two fingers into me. It was so sudden, I wasn't ready for it. Involuntarily, both of my hands tried to hold his hand, the one between my legs, thrusting into me mercilessly. I winced as I moved my wounded arm as well, my whole body trembled with pain and I cried out. He held my wounded arm and placed it back on the edge of the bathtub gently while his fingers between my legs were anything but gentle. "Don't you dare fucking move it, Evangeline."1 "Nikolai, you're hurting me."
"Good," he snapped in my ear. "Now answer my fucking question." 1
I didn't say anything because I was trembling in his hold. I couldn't understand his unexplained anger, he was clearly pissed off about something and this was his way of taking it out on me and the fact I was trapped, and I wasn't getting out unless I give him the answer he wants.
The friction from his fingers slowly turned pleasing, I swallowed a moan, and my head rest back on his chest.
"He kept me like a prisoner in my own home, I don't know what I feel for my parents anymore," I told him, biting my lower lip.
My ass rubbed against his erection underwater, he was hard, rock hard. I slowly moved my body and I felt him releasing a small breath.
"What about before? When you were still living with him," he asked, as he picked up the pace, thrusting two of his finger in and out.
"It was fine, I loved him-Ah-he loved me. He once slapped me when I was fourteen, I ran out of the house to pluck a flower from the garden. A man saw me, and dad dragged me back to my room-Ouch, Nikolai-he slapped me and completely grounded me in my room for a month. He wouldn't let me out-Ow, shit-not even for a meal. Other than that, he never hurt me again," the last word came out as a shriek.
He made a hmm sound. "Did he ever say anything to you? Anything about our world..."
I shook my head as I felt the pressure building in my lower belly. I slightly moved my core against his hand chasing my release. "No, he said he worked at a bank and lots of people want to kill him."
"And?"
"And nothing, you already know everything!" I needed to concentrate on his fingers between my legs, not this stupid conversation.
He said something again and asked about something but I didn't care anymore. I needed my release. A warmth enveloped my body as I squirmed, gasped, and moaned his name, every time he slid his fingers inside of me.
I could feel him relaxing, his stiff posture melted against me. He was calmer now like a weight had been lifted off of him.
"Who do you belong to, Evangeline?"
"You, God, Nik, I belong to you..."
I was past any rational thinking, I agreed to whatever he asked me as he started to rub my clit with his thumb. My wounded arm twitched but I didn't move it, not at all.
"If you had to choose between your father and me, who'd you choose?" he asked.
I frowned. "What the hell, Nikolai?!"
What kind of stupid question it was and that too while he was finger fucking me in the bathtub he decided to ask who would I choose between my dad and him.
"If he was alive right now, who would you choose?"
The pleasure I felt got ruined, and with my good hand, I pulled his fingers out of me. I have no idea what kind of stupid torture it was but I have had enough. Placing all of my weight on my good arm, I got out of the bathtub. Water poured off my body, I winced as my arm hurt.
"Are you crazy?!" I asked as I wrapped a towel around myself.
"If you had to choose between your father and me, who'd you choose?" he asked again.
I clutched the towel closer to my body as I saw his impassive eyes. "What kind of question is that?"
"If that fucker was alive, who'd you choose?!" he gritted through his teeth. He got out of the bathtub as well and wrapped a towel around his waist.
"I don't know!"
"Answer me, Evangeline" he snapped, his eyes were so cold, so impassive.
For some reason, tears pooled in my eyes. "I don't know, Nikolai!"
"Your father or your husband?"
"I can't answer that!"
Tears rolled down my cheeks, I don't even know where it was coming from.
"Is it so hard to choose between your father and me? The same fucking father who kept you like a fucking prisoner?"
"He wanted to protect me!" I screamed at him, clutching the towel closer to my shaking, trembling body.
"Protect you from what? Say it!"
"I don't know, people, bad people!" 1
"What bad people? Did he ever specify about whom he was talking about, Evangeline?"
"Look what happened to me since he died! I have been kidnapped, humiliated, almost raped, molested, and shot! He was right about everything! He was right about everyone!" I cried out, pushing myself back
from Nikolai, leaving a big gap between us. 1
"Me or him?"
"I don't know..."
"Me or him?"
"I don't know..."
"Me or him?"
"I don't know..."
"Me or him?"
"I don't know..."
"Me or him, Evangeline?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" I shrieked
"FUCKING TELL ME!"
"YOU, I DON'T KNOW, I'D CHOOSE YOU!"
A satisfied look crossed his face. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
I looked up at him with tears pouring down my face. "What is wrong with you, Nikolai?!"
He took a step closer to me and tried to hold me. "Come here..."
I stepped away from him. "No!"
"Evangeline, baby girl, come here, it's fine. You're hurt," he tried to hold me again.
"Get away from me."
He caged me between him and the wall behind me. "Baby girl, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, alright. I'm sorry I asked that stupid question. Now come here, I'm sorry," I tried to get away from him again but he held me by
my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry, alright? It's okay, baby girl, shh... It's fine."