THE DANGEROUSLY SEXY MAFIA KING’S WIFE

CHAPTER 5

“If you have any plans for the weekend, cancel.” He simply said, finding myself next to him with all his men around us. We walked out of the lounge, stepping down the steps, four men in front and four more behind. As soon as we touched the ground on the first floor of the club, everyone went still. The men caged so that even I could not see beyond them. I wanted to check on the girls but I would not go out of my way to wreck my eyes all over the club.

I just looked ahead, head held high as if I belonged next to him, as if I was meant to walk next to the man. What a fraud I was. If only he knew the scared little girl inside who could not even afford a fruit. By the time he found out, it would be too late for him. I hoped so. I had secrets, secrets I wished he never to find out but I knew he would, it was just a matter of time. He would turn every stone he could until he found out all about this little thing that was trying to snake its way into his dangerous life.

The doors were opened, it was cool outside, a different atmosphere than inside. If I told someone what had happened there, no one would believe me, they would think I had suddenly gone bonkers from hunger.

A convoy of cars stood there, blinking red lights over and over again. My heart drummed, not believing this was happening, it was all happening so fast, as if I was just outside my body, seeing everything happen. Was this really me? Was this really happening? My body went hot and cold, proud and scared altogether.

The door was opened, Vladimir stepped back, which I guess he was mentioning for me to step in, and step in, I did. I shifted to the end of the seat, him following before the door was closed.

I had never, ever in my life been inside something so stunning. My breath was taken, my hand lying frozen on the warm leather. Wasn’t it supposed to be colder, yet it was warm? The doors were closed with the driver and one of his bodyguards having hopped on the front seats.

“Otvezi nas v samolet.” The man in the passenger’s seat said to the driver. He seemed harsh when talking, but I guess it was just the way the language was, because, even Vladimir seemed as if he was fighting with you when talking.

“Davia.”Came the response from the driver.

I just looked ahead, trying not to be so obvious in my shock and amazement at how beautiful the interior of the car was. It smelled of money, so much money, and I did not even realize it was moving. My eyes went wide and I had to turn my head to the window before Vladimir saw my eyes pop. I was just stunned, swallowing and daring to move my hand on the leather, feeling it as it kissed my skin. It would surely give me a release, I swear.

No conversation was going on in the car. I turned my head to Vladimir and he was just staring ahead, looking like a soldier waiting for a bomb to strike the car. He sat with his back away from the seat, my eyebrows furrowed, wondering if it was not uncomfortable. His eyes were alert, his body ready for action. I guess he always had to be alert. In this life, anything could happen and I had to start always being alert to everything that was happening around me. I had to start paying attention to things other people would not even think about, like which car was driving behind me on the road and the one behind it. I had to always look for possible exists in every room I was in and calculate what it would take to get to each in any situation that could suddenly happen. It was a lot, but I would learn, I would do all I could to rise and conquer.

I sat back, hoping I got my way. It was my time, it had to be, it just had to be.

There was a car in front of us and behind us, not letting any other car in between, the cars moving fast through the road as if not caring for the speed limit. My heart drummed, deciding to cross my legs. I had to think like a boss, handle myself like a boss. I sure was going to be reading a lot of women in power books. I nearly laughed just thinking about it. I also had to learn about how these mafia groups or gangs operated. I had to be on top of things, stay educated.

The car stopped, nearly cursing myself for being so destructed. I had not even paid attention to the route taken, I had to be smarter, had to be more alert. My thoughts were just all over the place, trying to see all the things I had to do, get and learn. There is nothing worth having that you do not fight for and I was willing to fight for everything I wanted. Vladimir was right, I was hungry, I was hungry for everything, everything. It seemed impossible for me to get all I wanted, but I felt this push, this anger that made me a starved lion. I felt like this powerful person that was just about to fùck everyone up, but I probably looked like a scrawny little girl that needed food and some life advice.

The door was opened, a rush of air just nearly knocking my hair off my face with some noise nearly deafening me in the process. I closed my eyes, opening them for a second. Vladimir was out of the car with me quick to slide out. There were a lot more men there, looking around and seeing a deserted piece of land with a well-kept fence all around, and there, just in the middle, stood a jet, grey in color, matte and humongous. I sucked in a breath, so many lights from it, making the place heavenly.

A lot of people were talking, Vladimir was already jogging to the jet and there I was behind him. He was not going to baby me, I noticed, I just had to act fast to keep up. He climbed up the flight, the man he was walking with giving him a file, then falling back in step. I ran up the steps and into the jet with my heart already drumming. Everything was happening faster than my mind could even process, just going with the flow.

There was no one in sight, following Vladimir until he turned and took a seat in one of the beautiful black leather chairs that I could just throw myself on. They were so inviting, already knowing I was going to enjoy this. I hesitantly sat opposite him, making me wonder if he still recalled that I was with him. I did not know but just minded my business as my eyes took in all that was around me. If I was amazed by the car, heavens, this was even bigger and better.

The floor was carpeted, the roof carpeted with the cabins made of wood that seemed as if they spilled clear gloss on it. I sat there, trying not to be obvious, but hey, I was freaking the hell out. Who knew I would one day board a jet? I could not believe it myself. Was this real? My eyes were wide, just turning from one corner to the other. The chairs themselves, they were….oohh my, I was going to moan I swear. I just sat there, splashed, failing at the masking game, sure my face was showing all.

How could people have such beautiful things? I could just stay there for the rest of my life, roll on the floor, and slide on the chairs. The childish part of me wanted to slide from the seat to the floor and do it over and over again. It would be fun, I swear. The chair was so large, it had a cup holder and a remote which I wanted to experiment on what it did, but since I was acting like a sophisticated woman, all I could do was stare at it in amazement. What a fraud I was.

I sat up in my seat, my eyes staring at the cars still standing outside, blinking and what a beautiful sight it was. The guards were still there, some guarding, some talking among themselves as if having a staff meeting. I wanted to giggle, wanted to jump and show my excitement, but all I could do was try to keep my smile at bay, which I was sure looked as if I was constipated.

The meeting down on the ground dissipated, some of the men getting back into the cars, some others running to get on the jet. They soon walked up, taking seats at the front. There were four of them, wearing suits, looking at their guns as they moved about. One went to talk to the pilot, then came back and sat down, the door closed with the jet moving.

I grabbed onto my seat, shocked. My face picked up, seeing Vladimir’s face buried in a large blood-red file, reading something. I looked outside the window, watching the cars rushing as if chasing the jet, but they turned and went back the way we came I guess. I looked away, there being a swift whoosh, my gut dropping to the deepest pit in my stomach with the jet getting off the ground.

It was insane, nearly laughing, wishing I could talk to someone about it, but there was no one, everyone in the jet seemed indifferent but, of course, they had done this a million times already.

I sat back, not wanting to embarrass myself any further, but a sound had me snap my eyes to the table separating me from Vladimir. The red file he had been holding lay there making me wonder what it carried. My eyes dared to rush to him, his eyes on me, his face blank. His face was scary when it was blank because it seemed as if he was angry or just ready to murder you. I gulped down, knowing what that file carried was not good.

“If this doesn’t work you die.” He said something he was keen on, reminding me now and again. He was telling me not to be comfortable because my fate was written in stone if my plan failed.

“No family, good, I won’t have to kill them too.” He suddenly said, making my heart drum even faster. I was quick to grab the file without even thinking, feeling as if I would faint.

I flipped it open only to close it immediately, dead bodies and blood all I saw, pictures carrying my past. The file was dropped with shaking hands, my past, my whole life in that thin file, barely having anything in it. I felt cold as I looked up at him. He knew everything about me then, he had all my history in his head. I thought it would take longer, thought I had more time to coax him, but that was out of the window now. He would surely kill me, my life was over just like that.

My skin was pale for sure, sucking in air, my heart in my throat, blocking any air from going up or down. I was dead because my secrets were out of the closet, my skeletons out to play.

Did I dare stare at him, did I dare look into his eyes, knowing he knew what I wished he did not. I did not know what to do, did not know the damage the file had caused, yet I had to see for myself, so I bit my tongue and stared at his face, but he was not staring at me anymore. He was staring at his phone, reading something.

So, he was not going to say anything? Was he not going to ask questions?

I was perplexed, scared in a way, but sat back in my chair waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to change, but nothing did. Vladimir just pulled out his laptop from a cabin below his chair and began working on something there. I sat staring at him, my heart not letting down as it went wild in there, just having a bloody party.

Minutes passed and Vladimir stood up, walked away to the bathroom, then came back to pour himself a glass full of alcohol, my eyes wide. The man drank. Did he have a problem? I watched him gulp it down before getting back to his work with another full glass waiting, ready for his attention when he got thirsty again. He just drank the whisky as if it was water, as if it did not burn. Did he drink this heavily every day or was it because it was a Friday and he was relaxing? I wondered, but I was not judging, the man could do anything he wanted, as long as it did not have him bashing me when he was drunk.

My eyes moved from his glass to him. I watched him work with no shame. If all went well, I would be tied to him forever. I would not lie, there was a spark there and the way he had my body ache, the sexval part of the relationship would not be so bad, but what about the other parts? He was not a good person. We all know that but neither was I. I was tainted, I was tainted by sin at a very young age and I never recovered from it.

“What female products you use?”

My head snapped up, his phone in hand, his eyes on me. I swallowed, I had done it again, zoned out. I had to stop the bad habit for it would get me killed.

“Sorry, I did not get you?” I asked again politely, seeing him frown, noting he hated repeating himself. My hands were shaking, slipping them underneath my thighs.

“What lady things you use?” He asked, with me breaking down the question, trying to see what he meant, lady things. I frowned, staring at his face, seeing him frown even deeper as he sighed and wrote something on his phone, then set it aside to go back to his typing. I guess he had come up with an answer himself.

I sat back, chewing on what he had asked until it clicked, he wanted to know what toiletries I used. Good thing he had decided to ignore me for I did not even know what I would have said. I always picked the cheapest soap and deodorant there was in the shop I was at. I did not know the brand names. I sank, wondering where we were going. I was going to spend a night with him, no, a weekend with him. A shiver ran down my body, stealing a glance at him before looking away. I felt like I was locked in a cage with a very angry lion and I was just testing its limits; it could bite me at any time, it could chew off my jugular anytime and I would be dead just like that.

My head turned to the window, watching the view. Would he want to have sèx with me? I was not giving away my cookie until there was a ring on my finger, but what if he just forced himself on me? I chewed on it, thinking of what I would do. Would I be able to stop him? I was in over my head but I was far too deep to step back, it was a dangerous game I was playing, playing chess blindfolded.

A voice shot through all over the jet having me pick up my head. The others just ignored it. I could not even get anything, since the person who I guess was the pilot was talking in Russian. I seriously had to learn the language. My eyes tipped off to the window, seeing nothing but darkness and the wing of the plane with a certain light blinking now and again there. There was some turbulence having me quickly look for my belt to buckle it, imagine me dying in an air crush, that would be so tragic after all this exciting planning that had been going through my head.

The jet was landing, that was for sure, sucking in my breath, staring out to see lights from a distance creating straight lines on either side of what I would say was a road, a large one.

I clutched my seatbelt, the jet shooting down. It was the best experience I had gone through so far, excited for I had just flown on a jet, a stunning one in that matter, filled with dangerous men that knew nothing but killing, who else could say that.

The jet hit the ground running. The impact was felt as if it was crashing on the ground. I had my eyes wide but then after a few minutes it stopped and I knew we had arrived. What a wow. I was so happy, so excited, feeling like dancing really. My smile could not be helped, watching everyone, what they did. The men at the front stood up ready to get off. My eyes then wandered to the beast right before me. He slapped his laptop closed, slipped it into a bag he retrieved from under the chair, then stood up. I did so too, as soon as I could, but my feet, those heels were literally cutting through the skin at that point. It was murder by beauty, which I did not appreciate. If I was going to feel such pain, I would like to feel it while earning money.

Vladimir stood right before his seat, not moving, with the bag in his hand along with my file. I stared at him, why was he standing there, but then saw that he was waiting for me to move. I was quick to rush past him, walking past all the other chairs with my heart drumming. What was up with us girls? A man does something so tiny and our hearts go crazy. My heart was drumming, my face burning just because he mentioned me to go first. Urgh, I hated this lovey-dovey part of me, my heart was fooled so easily. I was going to marry this man if all went well, so could I dare dream of a life with him?

I mentally shook my head, taking the steps down, trying to be elegant, but that was a trait I did not carry as my ankle twisted and I nearly rolled down the steps if not for the arm that came around my waist, saving me from my own death.

All the blood in my veins went boiling, I swear, with my heart frozen as I died and revived again like a phoenix. His arm gripped me so tightly, so firmly, having me all hot in all the wrong places. What was wrong with me? Nothing but darkness surrounded us, the sky the darkest in the month, no stars even visible and there I stood hanging by an arm that held me as if never to let go.

There was no way for me to walk in the position we were in, so he just tugged me up, just a little, and took a step down so that I was steadily in his arms, then he placed me down gently. He was right next to me, the wind blowing his cologne on me. Instead of worrying about my step, my whole body was just buzzing from the contact, the scene playing over and over in my head.

“Bud’ ostorozhna, zhenshchina.” His breath fanned my skin as I swallowed, my gut twisted deep in my belly. My hands were sweating, my chest violently moving up and down with his arm slipping away.

I did not know what he had said, damn that language, but how sexy it was from his lips with that lash of his thick accent. It seemed like he was harshly talking to me, but lord it turned me on, it just did things to me that drove me crazy.

“Take a step, little one.” He suddenly said, my mind brought out of shock by his words sinking in. I was so flustered, him clogging all my senses and confusing me. Damn the devil.