Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

.Evangeline.
I was still shaking as I stepped into the bedroom; my arm ached so bad that I couldn't move it as I clutched the towel with one hand. I went straight to the closet and sat on the ottoman, shaking off the shock. I had no idea what had just happened.
I couldn't understand why he'd react like that. Why would he ask me about dad out of nowhere? And what was he trying to get out of me? Did something happen between my dad and Nikolai?
I gently dried my body and changed into oversized, comfy clothes so they wouldn't hurt my arm. I walked out of the closet and found Nikolai running a hand through his hair. He was dressed up in a clean suit
now. He stood right outside the closet door.
"You need my help with something?" he asked.
"No!" I snapped, coldly, "Go away!"
"Angel, I'm sorry, I thought we were just talking..."
I looked at him incredulously. "Talking? Do you call that talking? How many times do I have to tell you that I knew nothing about anything for you to finally believe me, Nikolai?!"
He walked closer to me, cupping my cheek. "Forget about it."
I stepped back. "No, you need to learn how to talk to me without trying to manipulate answers out of me. What is it? What happened between you and dad?"
He sighed, "It's nothing of importance, Angel.
"Nikolai, don't lie to me, please. It seemed like you hated my dad for some reason; why? What happened between you two?"
His lips curved into a slight smile. "I do hate your dad for keeping you from me."
I gave my head an incredulous shake. "No, that's not what it was about, you know that!"
"Let's not talk about your dad; he was not my favorite person before he died," he answered.
"Why?"
He let out a dry, unamused breath. "I'm going to Sicily for a week; Eleonora will be here with you-the chef that used to work for you while you were living in your father's mansion."
I completely forgot about what we were talking about, as he told me that. Why was he going to Sicily again? I remember how torturing it was when he went out of the country the last time. I had to spend time
with Grace. "Why are you going to Sicily again?"
His expression darkened. "Grace Russell wants a war, Evangeline, and a war she will get."
"Can't you just take care of her here? I mean, Grace is here."
"Grace is not here."
"Then, where is she?"
He came up to me and cupped my face with both of his hands. He made me look up at him as his eyes trailed all over my face before settling on my lips.
"I'll be back soon, Angel. Don't worry about it."
He leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head to the other side. I was still so mad at him for what he did to me while taking a bath. "Don't ever touch me like that again like you did in the bath. If you want to talk about something, talk to me like I'm a human being, like I'm your partner. Don't try to manipulate my body into getting the answers you want from me or I won't let you touch me again." 2
He sighed, "It was nothing, Evangeline.'
"It was not nothing. My father will always be my father, and you are my husband. There's no comparison or competition. I'm glad I don't have to choose between the two of you because if I had to, I have no idea what I would have done. I have no idea who I'd choose. Don't put me in a spot like this again."
He laughed and then shook his head. "Alright, wife, I won't do that again; now, aren't you going to kiss your husband goodbye."
I pressed my lips together and looked up into his eyes. "Do you have to go?"
"Somebody gotta teach Grace a lesson."
"Just shoot her in the arm, too," I suggested.
"She was aiming for your heart, Evangeline, and I'm going to aim for her heart. Her shooter might have missed, but I have never missed a single shot in my life."
My eyes widened. "You're going to kill her?"
He just gave me a sphinx-like smile as he leaned in once more, "Now, give me that fucking wedding kiss I'm due."
His hand went to my lower back, and he pulled me closer. I kept my wounded arm out of the way as my other hand went to his hair, my fingers tangling into his thick, dark locks.
His nose touched mine ever so slightly, and we smiled at each other before he pressed his soft lips to mine.
My body was lit on instant fire.
His lips were soft yet aggressive against my own; it was not a wedding kiss, not at all. The wedding kiss isn't this passionate, and I'm sure there is not this much tongue involved, or the whole family would get
awkward.
This kiss felt like he was marking his territory like he was making me believe with his lips that I belonged to him and we belonged to each other.
I loved the feel of his hard body pressed against mine, the way his firm hands clawed at my skin, trying to pull me so close that we both wouldn't know where he ended, and I began.
The way he was trying hard to kiss me roughly but also restraining himself so that I won't get hurt in the process. I smiled against his lips.
He broke the kiss and then trailed kisses all over my cheek. He whispered something closer to my ear, but his voice was muffled, lust-filled, and heavier. I didn't understand a word of it all.
Maybe, he was speaking Italian. Nikolai often used Italian whenever we were intimate.
Then his lips were on my neck, tasting me, devouring me. His hand trailed down to my butt, his finger digging into my skin and it only made me ask for more.
"Fuck, I should stop," he whispered before pulling back, closing his eyes, and putting his forehead over mine. "I don't want to hurt you."
I smiled and gave my head a gentle shake. "You're not."
He breathed out a laugh. "I might if I lose control."
I laughed, too, and looked into his eyes. "I'm gonna miss you."
He frowned and then kissed the tip of my nose. "I'm not used to hearing those words. No one has ever told me that they would miss me."
"Well, you better get used to it now because I'm going to call you every single day to let you know how much I miss you," I rubbed our noses together.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he breathed out disappointedly. He didn't bother checking it before he looked me in the eyes and asked. "Why don't you come with me?"
"Really?"
He lifted a shoulder. "Yeah, why the fuck not?" 1
I beamed up at him. "I'd love to."
He chuckled. "It'd be like our honeymoon."
I grinned. "I have never been on a plane before."
"I'll ask a maid to pack your stuff, and we'll leave in an hour."
--- • . •
Three hours later, I was looking out of the airplane's window, fifty thousand feet above the ground. We were in Nikolai's private jet. The view out of the window seemed like something out of this world.
Nikolai was busy talking with his men; they seemed to be in a very intense conversation for hours now. I was sitting in the back alone.
An air hostess came up to me and gave me a gentle smile. "Do you need anything, Mrs. Costello?"
Mrs. Costello, god, I don't think I'd ever get used to hearing that.
I wanted to tell her that I wanted my husband's attention which I was not going to get any time soon, considering how busy he was.
"No, thank you," I politely declined because there was nothing she could do about it.
Another hour passed by, with me watching a movie, and Nikolai was still engrossed in his work. I was regretting agreeing to come on this stupid honeymoon. It was clearly a work trip, and I was getting bored out
of my mind.
He finally stood up from his seat, and that caught my attention as I turned the movie off. The men stood up as well before they disappeared through the door at the front; Scott was among them. Nikolai turned,
and his eyes fell on me. He walked closer to me and sat on the seat beside me.
His hand went to my thigh as he softly caressed my bare skin. "Having fun?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Really? This is fun for you?"
He laughed before dipping his head and kissing me softly. "How's your arm?"
"High on the painkillers."
"So, you won't mind if I do this..."
His hand went to my throat and then slid down to my breast, where he palmed one of them. "Shit, you're so perfect," and then the same hand snuck into my shorts, then inside my underwear.
I looked around. "Nikolai, someone might see us or... hear us," I whispered.
"You better stay quiet then, baby girl."
His rough fingers invaded between my legs, slick and smooth, and a sound erupted from both of our throats; his dark growl fused with my moan.
I moved my hips faster against his hands. He pulled his hand out, and my eyes flew open. "I think I owe you an orgasm," he whispered before dropping to his knees and taking off my shorts.
"Nikolai, no, not here..."
"And who's going to stop me?"
A silent moan left me as his tongue flicked across my clit. I bit on my hand to keep it in. I turned my face to the side and saw nothing but clouds outside the plane window.
I was getting an orgasm fifty thousand feet above the ground, and I loved every second of it.
"Nikolai..." I whispered as I lay beside him on the bed.
Nikolai's private jet had a bedroom. The one he didn't tell me about before because I think I might have traumatized the poor staff. I lay on his chest on my right side and listened to his breathing.
After he had given me not one but two mind-blowing orgasms, he picked me up and walked into the bedroom. I asked to reciprocate, but he didn't allow me; I wasn't thanking him for anything; I just wanted to
touch him too.
"Yes, baby girl?"
"When can I go back to college? Do you still not trust me enough? I just get so bored, staying at home all by myself when you're working." 1
"I trust you, Angel, but you can't."
I looked up at him. "Why?"
"You just got shot. Do you think it's wise to go to college right now? Where I can't protect you."
"I married you, Nikolai. I don't think I'll ever be safe again. I can't hide in the house for the rest of my life because someone out there always wants to kill me. It would be like my dad all over again."
I felt his muscles stiffen under my touch at the mention of my dad. His soft expression turned hard and dark; he clenched his jaw.
"I need to make sure Grace is out of the picture before letting you go anywhere."
"And when will she be out of the picture?"
"I have no fucking idea, Evangeline. Sleep, you need rest to heal," saying as he got off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"I have work to do."
He was only wearing black sweatpants. He picked out a t-shirt from the closet, his muscles stretched as he put it on. He walked out of the room without looking back, slamming his door shut on the way out. I
flinched at the sound as I kept staring at the door.
Did I do something wrong?