Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

-Nikolai.
I have no qualms about my character; I have always been an outlaw.
But there are some days when I have some clarity and I realize that whatever I am about to do is wrong on so many fucking levels, but I still end up fucking doing it and have no fucking regrets. Today was one of those days as I saw Evangeline Bolton running freely in my vast garden, enjoying the sunshine on her skin, laughing uncontrollably as my vicious hounds ran with her.
My hounds were trained to kill, they could rip off a man's jaw with a single strike of their paw but somehow this girl has turned them into little puppies. 1
Her dark long hair was flowing behind her and she wore a pink dress that hugged her every curve. It was a really tight fucking dress, Bianca is a fucking bitch for that. There was something so fucking forbidden about her. As if I touched her, it would be fucking over for me.
She was eighteen, too damn innocent and pure for me. She has never been with a man, never been touched, never had a cock in that pretty little mouth of hers, I wonder what her mouth would feel like. O
From a young age, I had a thing for new, untarnished objects. I hated when anyone else got to them before me. Evangeline was no different-a shiny, pristine toy, just waiting for me to claim.
I wanted to be the one to break her in, to shatter that innocence for anyone else who might come after. I wanted to be the first man to make her feel like a woman. I wanted her to get dependent on me that she would never talk about going back to her father's home again. I wanted to own her, possess her soul.
My vicious side wanted her all for myself.
"And that is what I call a beauty without brains?" Scott's voice boomed throughout my office.
My muscles went stiff as irritation surged up. I knew what Scott and every other man who works for me thought about her.
I turned and faced him, my expression indifferent. He laughed and slumped on a seat opposite me.
"Ah man, I haven't been able to get that conversation with her out of my fucking mind," he laughed to himself.
I stared at him, expecting him to bark it out. I didn't want to ask what he was talking about. When the fuck he had conversed with her.
"She doesn't know what sex is," he laughed as if he had told the funniest joke in the world. "A totally sheltered little girl" his gaze flicked to me and darkened. "Doesn't even know that she is surrounded by wolves."
I raised an eyebrow, acting bored by the information he had just given me. It was written all over her face, what the fuck did he expect?
"You got something important to tell me?"
He nodded, "D'Angelo is here; wants to talk"
I lit up a cigar and lodged it between my lips. "Call him in."
Scott nodded to the guard standing by the door and a second later D'Angelo walked right in. "Don Niko," he nodded and approached me. Bowing down beside me, he kissed the Costello family ring on my hand. "D'Angelo, what's the matter?"
I know he had come here for a favor. What can I say... a devil's work is never done. D'Angelo's gaze flicked behind me, where they got stuck.
The soft sound of her laughter flowed in through the glass window. I know what he was fucking gawking at, something that fucking belongs to me.
"I'm here, D'Angelo, not out the window," that's all I said.
It was all it took for D'Angelo's attention to shift back toward me. He knew he had fucked up, he could see it on my face. He swallowed uneasily and began fucking spewing what he wanted.
D'Angelo was also the dean of one of the most prestigious colleges here in New York City, so, I decided to cash in this favor.
"There is something I want you to do as well."
His eyes widened, "Anything, Don Niko, anything..."
I explained to him how I wanted Evangeline to be admitted into the best college in New York City, closer to our home. He listened carefully and asked for her high school information. I didn't have it, so, I ordered Scott to dig out everything there is to know about her.
This was the first time she had asked for anything and I wanted to give it to her.
After D'Angelo had left, I turned to Scott. I had to go to Manchester to meet Grace's fucking family and have thousands of fucking dinners before the fucking ceremony, so, I needed someone to watch over Evangeline.
"You will stay here until I return," I ordered
Scott nodded. "Yes, boss!"
"And Scott, do not fucking touch her."
He gave me a smug grin. "Got it! You called dibs, you can have her first and then I will." 4
I fought the urge to tell him to fuck off, I didn't want to share her, even though I didn't have any right to her myself. 1
I gritted my teeth, a lifetime of indifference towards women flashing through my mind. Most of them were just means to an end, working willingly in our whorehouses. I never forced a woman, and I never would. But Evangeline wasn't just another face... She was... fuck it.
The thought that he wanted to sleep with Evangeline crawled underneath my skin and set it on fucking fire. But he did say that he wants her after I'm done with her, and I trust him for that. I know where his loyalties lie.
I don't like how much time and attention I'm giving that girl.
The private jet hit the tarmac, I stepped out of the plane and breathed in the fresh air before Grace soak it all up from me, the woman was fucking suffocating. My men took care of everything as we breezed through the security.
I wouldn't be here if my father hadn't forced me to come. He had a million-dollar smile on his face, his only son was going to get married to a Mafia princess, the one with strong political ties.
He left my half-dead mother with a group of medical professionals so he could come along with me just to make sure everything went on smoothly and I didn't kill anyone over the weekend.
Our cars were parked out front as we settled inside and drove to Russell's mansion. He had held a fucking party in honor of our arrival, he wanted to announce our union among his family and friends, letting everyone know that the Costellos were joining hands with the Russells.
Paul knew how powerful it would make him, our family had more men, more territory, and way more power than the Russells could ever possess. The only redeeming thing about their family was their business of narcotics and the chief of staff being his blood brother.
My father had hoped that this day would go on without any misfortune but knowing that all of our family would be there it would be a shame if the evening went on smoothly.
The Costellos were a bunch of psychopaths and when we all came together, two or more deaths were inevitable. Violence ran through our veins faster than our blood even our women were not to be trifled with. Scott is not a Costello, that is why he was not here. There had been a tradition in our family that the underboss would also be a Costello always, but I didn't trust any of my fucked up cousins enough to name them my underboss. 1
Scott had been my most trusted friend and advisor after he single-handedly saved my life when we were thirteen. He was the son of our gardener, his family pledged fealty to the Costellos long ago but Scott's father had other plans.
Someone sowed the seed of power in his little mind and made him believe that he could start his own family and make a name in the crime world by murdering the only son of Luciano Costello.
Scott put a bullet through his father's head before he could kill me. No one had seen it coming except for him, and from that day on, I trusted him with my life. There are not many men in the world who would kill their father just to save their best friend.
After that, my father became wary of Scott because rivalry in the Cosa Nostra wasn't one-on-one, it extended from generation to generation. If one man messes up, the whole family becomes an enemy. He had tried to get Scott killed on one or more occasions but he is a brutal fucker, and can't be taken down easily.
My father's way of doing business was different than mine. He was a traditionalist, I wasn't. I didn't care about my men's last names, I cared more about their loyalty to me.
The Russell's mansion came into my view from the tinted car window. A line of our cars stopped in front of it, and the second the guards knew who had arrived they opened the gate letting us enter.
I stepped out of my car and we walked inside the bedecked mansion. Grace, Paul, and his wife approached us, welcoming us into their home. Grace immediately stood by my side and wrapped her arm around mine. I didn't care, I was here to uphold my father's word and once I do it, Grace Russell is going to rot in the corner of my mansion for the rest of her life.
She tried to introduce me to all of her friends, relatives, and God knows who. Once, I was able to get her claws off my arm, I made my way out of the grand hall and sought refuge in a secluded corner of the balcony.
I lit up my cigar and exhaled, I rolled my neck to loosen the kink. My phone rang and I picked it up without looking.
"Sweet cheeks want to talk" Scott's voice boomed through the other side.
I raised an eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks?"
"Evangeline" he cleared out.
"Nikolai?" her voice was the next I heard.
"Evangeline..."
"Why is he here?"
"I sent him to take care of you"
She sighed and lowered her voice. "I don't like him"
Bitter amusement filled me, "You don't have to like him for him to take care of you, Evangeline"
"Can't you send Bianca?"
"No, she can barely take care of herself"
"When are you coming back?" her voice turned demanding almost aggressive.
No one else had the audacity to talk to me this way but with her I let it slide. She doesn't know anything and I liked it like that. Let her believe whatever she wanted to believe. She thinks of me as a good man, I didn't tell her that but I didn't correct her either.
I blew out a thick puff of smoke. "I don't know..."
"Oh..." was all she said.
"Your classes are starting next week"
"Classes?" a squeal came from the other side. "Really?"
"Yes..."
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Thank you, Nikolai, thank you so much. This is the best thing that has happened to me. I really don't know how to thank you"
I rolled the cigar between my fingers. "I can think of some ways you can..."
"Tell me, I want to do something nice for you too!"
I let out a breath, she didn't understand the gravity of her words. One of these days, I'm going hold them against her.
"What the fuck did you tell her?" Scott probably snatched his phone away from her.
I blew out another puff. "Nothing..."
"You're so annoying!" I heard her muffled shriek in the background.
Then I heard a wolf whistle. "That ass..."
I clenched my phone. "Don't fucking think about it!"
"Don't worry, boss. I gave you my word. Till you are done with her, I'll wait"
I fucking hung up. An uneasy feeling unfurled in my chest as I thought about passing her along to Scott. Fuck, she was not made for men like us.
She was so oblivious to the way Scott and I talked about her. She was a stupid child from her mind. She didn't know how the world worked, how men like us worked.
I looked at the sky and cursed at Bolton's soul rotting in hell.
"Motherfucker, you knew what you were doing, huh?"
"Who are you talking to?" Grace voiced from behind me.
Fucking hell, can't a man have a moment of peace? I snuffed out my cigar onto the banister and flicked it on the ground. "No one."
She smiled at me but I knew it was fake, she was trying to be a good little fiancée. "I was looking all over for you, I wanted you to meet someone."
Agitation rolled off my shoulders. "How many fucking cousins do you have, woman?!"
Her eyes went wide, she glanced at my hand and then at me before taking a step back. What the fuck was she looking at? Does she think I will hit her?
She swallowed. "It's not my cousin, I wanted you to meet Luca Moretti, my godfather"
I raised an eyebrow. "Moretti? The Italian drug lord?"
She nodded. "Yes... he said he wanted to meet you, something about a certain Elijah Baldwin or something."
"Bolton?"
She nodded looking around uneasily. "Yes, exactly, Elijah Bolton, you know him?"
"He was my caporegime," I told her and nodded. "Where is he?"
She pointed towards the hall. "Inside, talking to your father"
"Take me to him"
I followed her out of the balcony and saw Luca Moretti sharing a laugh with my father. I approached them, Grace, by my side. I wanted to know what he knew about Elijah fucking Bolton. Luca's attention snapped to me and he smiled. "The Godfather..."