Married to the mafia boss Series

Nico is waiting for us at the kitchen table, his legs crossed, newspaper open on the table and coffee mug in his hand.

“Good morning,” he smiles. “Sit down, I have much to talk about.”

“Do you have our passports?”

“I have everything you need to start a new life,” he kicks a duffel bag out from under the table.

I bend down and open the bag to see a change of clothes for the two of us, credit cards, and about a thousand dollars in cash along with two passports. Milo and Jessica Severide.

“The credit and debit cards are in the name of Milo Severide. I already wired thousand of dollars into it.”

I open my mouth but he puts his hand up to stop me, “You’re welcome.”C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Anastasia and I sit down waiting for him to get on with what he wants to say. I don’t want to stay here a second longer than we have to.

“You two seem to be the talk of the Mafia. Your men back in Boston are pissed. From what I hear there were two dead bodies in your penthouse-Mafia men. They are pissed and my cousin is having a fit over your disappearance so I hear,” he takes a sip of his coffee. “The best news though is that they’ve also heard Anastasia Vasiliev is missing and they’re starting to put two and two together.”

“Fuck,” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“They’re looking for you. You better go and go fast.”

I nod my head and stand. “I know you hate hearing it, but thank you again.”

“Have fun living your new life,” he smiles and winks at Anastasia.

“We don’t have much time. We’re leaving,” I sign. “Goodbye, Nico.”

I grab the duffel bag and hug him quickly before taking Anastasia’s hand. We rush out of the building and hail a nearby taxi.

“Where to?”

“JFK.”

The ride isn’t long but it feels like it. My leg is anxiously bouncing and I find myself constantly looking at the window just to make sure no one is trailing us. It feels like a glimpse into what the rest of my life is going to be like. Paranoid and constantly looking over my life.

Anastasia leans her head on my shoulder. I’d go to hell and back to protect her. I know she’s scared her father will find her. If it ever comes to that I’ll kill him. I won’t ever let him take her from me a second time.

Arriving at the airport, we try and shield our faces as much as possible. In the duffle bag Nico packed us sunglasses and winter hats. We rush to the first airline service we see asking about flights.

We get lucky. At the counter they have two flights going out. One straight through and the other having a stop in Chicago. The flight with one stop gives us more time but we can’t risk going there. I order us two tickets for the no stop flight to Hawaii.

Our flight leaves in an hour and a half. My heart is racing as we go through TSI. Anastasia stays close by, I can tell she’s just as nervous as I am. Our hands locked together so we don’t lose each other in the crowded airport.

At the gate we find a corner to sit down in. I grab the two hoodies out of the duffle and hand one to her and put the other on myself. We both put our hoods up shielding ourselves. I can’t risk a member of the Mafia or Bratva spotting of us. It’ll be game over if we’re caught. We just have to get through the next hour before they start calling for boarding.

It’s an eleven and a half hour flight and I paid extra for seats in first class.

“No one will find us, right?” She worries.

“No one,” I rub my hand along her back.