Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 86: Chapter 86

-Nikolai-
I watched through the glass as Bianca and Lorenzo dragged her away like a rag doll, that's how fucking drunk she was. I gripped the glass tumbler filled with whiskey that was in my hands, the urge to knock some sense into her was so fucking strong but I couldn't do it.
Disrespectful spoiled little brat-she had always been one.
I can't fucking understand how the fuck am I letting her get away with this. She called me a coward, she called me a fucking coward! Even my enemies know that cowardice isn't in my dictionary but Mrs. Evangeline Costello thinks that I am one. If that's what she thinks about me then I'm gonna let her think that. It will be the perfect revenge for the disrespect she had shown me today, I won't listen to her pleading, and I won't listen to her temper tantrums as well.
Ignorance it will fucking drive her mad, perfect punishment for her brattiness.
The little show she put on tonight was to get my attention. This stupid girl has no idea that she already has it. I went all fucking out for her birthday, told Bianca to tell her it was her, and she went ahead and fucking destroyed her night.
Jesus Christ, it hadn't been easy to not see her, to not talk to her. I have been living with this girl for ten months now and I could say I have grown used to her.
She became a habit habits can be broken.
Scott came back up, he was fuming, his hands were shaking and he was breathing out loudly, "She crossed a line, Niko"
"She did..." I faced him, "So what? You want to kill my wife?"
A look of shock crossed his face, and he scoffed, "You're gonna let her get away with this?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Get away? What is she? Your prisoner?"
"She called you a coward in a room full of people."
I walked to my office as Scott followed behind barking things that Evangeline had just said.
"Lover's quarrel," I just said.
"Excuse me?"
I went behind my desk and settled on my chair, lighting a cigar, "She is my wife, Scott. She is the only one who can call me anything she likes."
He laughed, "I can't believe you, Niko. I had no idea she had got you so whipped."
Something about his words pissed me the fuck off. Violent emotions washed over me, rage built up inside of me, "Scott, what happens between me and Evangeline is our personal life, for you, she is your Don's wife; treat her like one. And next time, think twice before you threaten to shoot her in a room full fucking people."
He nodded, "Got it."
I took a long drag, "Good."
Violent coughing filled the room as my father sat on the bed lazily leaning against the headboard, an IV attached to his arm, a bloodied handkerchief in his hand.
His lung cancer escalated quite rapidly after he knew that mamma was murdered. He was probably drinking himself to death thinking that his son married the murderer's daughter, and gave her the same place in the Cosa Nostra that my mother once had.
A nurse strolled into the bedroom, she kept his vitals in check and took care of his medication and everything. My father would glare at me every two seconds but we didn't talk in the nurse's presence. From the day, I got to know that he had told uncle Vladimir about mama's murder, I had locked my father up in a room; took away his cell phone; completely cut off his contact with the outside world. No one hurts her; not under my fucking watch.
"Get out!" I told the nurse.
She immediately shuffled out of the room leaving me alone with my dearest papà. He again started to cough, wiping off more blood.
I let out a breath f amusement, "You seem well."
"Shut up! You think I don't know why you are keeping me in here? Locked up like a prisoner in my own home?!" again severe coughing filled the room. "You are protecting your mother's murderer"
"She didn't kill mama, Pops, her father did. We are not defined by the sins of our fathers. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father, neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son." I recited the Bible's
verse.
"She has his blood!"
I lifted a shoulder, pulling out a cigar, "Not her fault."
"You betrayed your mother, you betrayed memory!"
My mother is the only reason I refused to see her. Rivalry in the mafia isn't one on one, it's families against families. If a war started between two men centuries ago, their descendants still have to pay the price. By those ancient standards, if Elijah had killed my mother, his whole family had to pay for it and that includes Evangeline.
Smoking in his room wasn't allowed but I did it anyway, blowing out smoke as I walked to him and grabbed a chair, pulling it closer to his bed.
I watched my father as he blurted out a string of profanities for Evangeline, hoping she dies a horrible death.
"You think you can stop me? Your uncle is coming to see me, he will be here in no time. Vladimir will take his sister's revenge. He will bring justice to her name that her son failed to do so. Once Vladimir gets his hands on her, she is fucking dead, Niko."
I reclined back in my chair, a hint of a smile pulled on my lips, "A Costello never kills a Costello."
"She isn't a Costello-"
"She isn't but the child she is carrying; is a Costello..." I told him and let my words hang in the air for a few seconds. It was a lie, a complete lie.
"No child of hers will bear my last name," he sneered through his teeth.
"It's the only grandchild you're gonna get. You see, Pops..." I blew out thick smoke and that made him cough even more, "She is five months pregnant," I plastered a fake smile on my face, "It's a boy. You tell Vladimir, have her killed, you kill your grandson. His blood will be on your hands, papa."
He shook his head, shocked, helpless, and I think a bit scared, "No..."
Compared to him, I was calm and composed, I talked in the least threatening way, "You kill her, I'll get a vasectomy. You kill her and your bloodline dies with her."
He gave his head a shake, looking at me with squinted eyes riddled with surprise and panic, "You are no son of mine. You are not my Niko."
I let out a sarcastic laugh, "You're right, I'm not Niko. I'm the monster. The monster you created with your own two hands. The monster you were so proud of when he killed a man with a fucking kitchen knife." "Niko..."
"If you bring her in harm's way, pops, the Costello family will be over. You will give Elijah what he wanted all along..."
The door behind me opened and I heard my uncle's voice.
"Luciano, what have you done to yourself?"
I stood up, giving my chair to my uncle but as I faced them, Dimitri came into my view. His fucking face made my blood boil.
I stood in the corner, watching my father as he talked about his health with my uncle.
"Pops, tell uncle what you told me about mama's murder," I voiced.
His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. Vladimir turned to look at me and then looked at Pop, "What about it, Luciano? I have been waiting to get a word about "
My father cut him off, "It was all false," he coughed, "Turns out the man was a liar, there was no truth to it, Vladimir. Anastasia's death was... natural."
His last words gnawed at my chest. I may be a fucking monster but I loved my mother. Her murder meant something to me, like a fucking weight that was settled on my soul, the murder I could never avenge, no one could. If Elijah and his wife were alive I would have given them the most painful death one could think of.
Vladimir and my father talked among themselves. I walked out of the room and on my way out I told Dimitri to follow me.
Once we were out and the door was closed, I punched him square in the jaw, making him slam into the wall behind and slide onto the floor, holding his broken nose. "That's for thinking that my wife would sleep with you."
Without sparing him another glance, I went out of the mansion and got into my car. I drove to the penthouse I had been staying in for the last one and a half months.
I strode into the private elevator and pushed a button as it went up. The elevator opened into the penthouse and I walked to the home bar to get myself a drink.
I poured myself a whiskey and downed it in a single go, and then poured another glass.
"Niko..." a soft female voice but it wasn't hers.
I turned and saw Katerina, sitting on one of the couches in the living room, she got up and took a few steps in my direction.
I frowned, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you..."
"Why?"
"After what happened last night at the club, I thought-"
"You thought what?"
"I thought I'd come by to see you... to see how you were doing. Evangeline did create a scene-"
"Are you forgetting who I am, Katerina?"
"Of course not, but she did say some things that were a little extreme. I just came here ask you, why her? Why? What's so special about her is that you get married to her."
"I don't have answer any of your questions, Katerina. You can show yourself out."
"Niko, we were good together..."
"No, we weren't..."
She rolled her eyes, "Isn't it the same with her?"
"No"
"She said I had her blessing that I can have you. Some wife she is-"
I shook my head, "She has a habit of spewing out bullshit when she is drunk she didn't mean any of it. You don't know, Katerina. If she was here right now, she would have beaten you up, and then she will probably try to kill me."
"You love her?"
"No..."
"I think you do, I don't think you would have tolerated the stunt she pulled yesterday if it was someone other than her."
I raised an eyebrow, "Is there anything you needed because I'm fucking tired and I'd like to go to bed. If not, get the fuck out of my apartment, Katerina."
"Is there a chance for us?" she asked lowly.
"Excuse me?"
"Is there a chance for us if you and Evangeline ever decided to part ways?" she asked, wrapping her arms around herself.
"We will never part ways, now get out."
"I hope you know that she doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone who knows who you really are, what you need, what you expect-"
"Get. Out."
I shook my head and went to the bedroom. I took off my suit and took a shower, changing into my nightwear. I ran a hand down my face when I heard the clicking of the heels coming from the living room, getting closer and closer to my bedroom door.
Fuck! I'm going to kill Katerina!
My bedroom door opened and then closed, my back was facing the door, "Katerina!" I said her name in a threatening way, to let her know that I wasn't fucking playing around.
"Oh, so, you were expecting someone else? I'm sorry to disappoint you but it's not Katerina, it's your wife."
My muscles tensed up.
Motherfucker!