Page 2 of Forced Mafia Bride
Time seemed to slow as our car crumpled like an accordion, flipping in the air as it somersaulted to the side. Glass shattered, metal groaned, and the airbag exploded in my face.
Fear gripped me by the throat, strangling me until I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to cry, and I held onto Father’s jacket, burying my head in his shirt, blocking out the rest of the world, the frightening sounds, and staying in that perfect bubble where it was just me and him and nothing else.
Through it all, Father’s arms held firm, protecting me from the wreckage. I felt his body absorb the impact, his chest crushing against mine as he took the brunt of the crash.
And when the car stopped, in the end, it was just silence. Deafening silence.
I raised my face from his shirt, unable to move because Father held me tight in the midst of the rubble, but I was able to breathe and see a glimpse of what we had become—a crumpled ball trapped between disfigured car seats and a smashed interior.
It didn’t smell like pine and sandalwood anymore, but fumes and engine oil. And something metallic.
I touched Father’s face.
Blood ran down the sides, from his hair to the scar on his cheek. His eyes were closed, his thick lashes soaked with more blood, and he didn’t move.
I touched him again.
The panic was back, squeezing my heart and lungs harder than before, dragging me under the depth of turbulent waves. Scorching tears stung the back of my eyes until they pricked like needles, and when I spoke, I was scared by the weight of reality in my own voice.
I tapped his cheeks and smeared my palms with red, my heartbeat accelerating by the second.
“Daddy.Daddy, wake up.”
But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. No “Jokes on you!” or “I’m here for you!” or “Did I scare you, Lyn?”
Nothing.
He was not breathing.
I lay there, stunned, speechless, not wanting to believe that my superhero’s armor was destructible.
I heard the sound of my heart rip to shreds. I heard the oxygen battle to pass through my lungs. I heard the still voice telling me he was gone, but I refused to believe it. I refused to….
Everything went black.
Chapter 2 – Nikolai
Present Day
I lit the cigarette, feeling the familiar crunch of the filter between my lips. The flame from the lighter danced before my eyes before I tucked it away. I took a long, slow drag when she sucked, wrapped her fingers around me, and took me deeper until I hit the back of her hot throat. My jaw clenched, and I closed my eyes, letting the rush wash over me. The sound of her gag and feminine moans disturbed the silence in the office, and my fingers sought solace in her hair.
I grabbed a handful of her soft locks, guiding her as her mouth went up and down, greedily taking as much as she could. I took another drag on the stick, feeling the tip over the edge coming sooner as the seconds ticked by. Nicotine hit my bloodstream like a freight train, and I hit the back of her throat again.
My fingers tightened in her hair, the muscles of my thighs stiffened, and like a broken dam, I released in her mouth. And like a kid teasing the tip of her lollipop, her deep, satisfied groan vibrated on my cock as she slowly pulled out, just as the door opened with Anatoly marching in.
“I come bearing crazy news.”
My eyes dropped to her petite frame, perfectly hidden under the table. She sat on her knees, her lower lip caught between her teeth and eyes shining with naughty mischief. I rolled my eyes when she batted thick, long lashes at me.
“We can’t fuck today.”
Disappointment settled in her eyes, and she ruffled her lush, dark mane, crawling between my legs to sit on my lap, bringing her naked body to full view.
She slung an arm around my neck, leaned in, and kissed my cheek.
“That’s you telling me to leave, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.”