Married to the mafia boss Series

Angelo

One minute I was watching Anastasia in awe, mesmerized by the Hawaiian sunset and warm sand. She looked so beautiful with the breeze blowing her long blonde hair. It was a picture perfect moment, one I would cherish for the rest of my life.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Now I’m afraid it’ll be my last memory of her. We were so close. She didn’t turn around, she didn’t see as someone pressed a gun against my back and forced me to go with them. They lead me to an abandoned building and threw me in the basement. It’s dark and cold. Before I could turn around to see my captor, they pistol whipped me in the back of my head.

Coming to, the man standing in front of me is my enemy and the man who created the person who has the most meaning in my life. The man who fathered the woman who brings me my happiness.

Viktor Vasiliev.

“You’re deaf, too, right? That’s what my spies have found out. Not that it hasn’t been the subject of talk for the past three years. The Deaf Don, we call you. But it seems you can hear,” he motions to my hearing aids. “Right?” His voice is gravely.

“Fuck off,” I groan grabbing the back of my head. “Are you so much of a bastard that you can’t let your own daughter be happy?”

“With a Mafia Don?” He chuckles. “No. I’m going to kill you. Her, I’m not done with her until she gives me what I want. An heir.”

Lurking in the shadows behind Vasiliev is a man just as muscular and tall. He stands there silently, arms crossed, watching closely.

“You kidnapped my daughter and manipulated her.”

I shake my head. “No. We fell in love.”

Vasiliev scoffs. “I know my daughter has always hated her inability to contact with her friends and family. I even pretended I didn’t know that much sign language just so I wouldn’t have to talk to her. Women are so much more obedient and tolerable when they’re not running their mouths,” he clicks his tongue. “So tell me, did she take a liking to you because your deaf? Because she feels she has so much in common with you?””Deaf and both raised by asshole fathers,” I spit.

Vasiliev kicks me in the stomach. I gasp, winded. I grab my abdomen and try to suck in as much breath as I can. Fuck. That hurt.

“Maxim, go find my daughter,” he says to the man over his shoulder. He looks back to me, his lips curling in a vicious smile. “I want her to see you die.”

I force myself to stand, still holding my stomach and coughing. I won’t sit down and take this. I won’t let them ruin what was just beginning. I lean in to attack but Vasiliev pulls out his gun and hits me in the side of my head.

Everything goes black.