Married to the Mafia Boss

Alessandro

Even after Maxim had disappeared from view, I didn’t lower my gun. It was aimed squarely at the entrance because you could never trust a man like him to be consistent.

He could come back.

My grip on Katya’s hand tightened, and she tried to pull away.

“He’s gone. Let me go.” She said, pulling harshly and hitting my hand.

“No.” I hadn’t turned to look at her, I couldn’t look away just yet.

“I have a knife, Alessandro” she said, and I felt the blade’s edge against my wrist.

“If you cut me, Katya, I will shoot you, don’t test me.”

When I was sure he wouldn’t be coming back, I lowered the gun and turned to glare at Katya.

This. This was exactly why I couldn’t be at ease since that lunch incident.

I’d been here, drinking at my usual table in the VIP section. My eyes had zeroed in on her the moment she’d climbed up to the VIP section with her friends. I’d been watching when she’d gone to lean against the railing to watch the dancefloor.

In that playsuit that showed off her gorgeous long longs, and flawless back, taking my eyes away hadn’t even crossed my mind.

Then I watched her start to survey the VIP section, and my heart went wild with the anticipation of her locking eyes with me.

But she hadn’t. She’d locked in on somebody else, and I’d shaken my head when I traced the person. Because even though he was alone, she wouldn’t, shouldn’t have thought about confronting him on her own.

But she was Katya Petrenko, and she didn’t know how to back down from a challenge. She must have wanted blood for what had happened.

That stopped her from struggling, and I turned around to face her. I intended for her to see just how pissed off I was, but she held her head up and stared right into my eyes as if I wasn’t holding a loaded gun.

“Do you want to die?!”

“Oh please, I had my knife where it needed to be, and if you hadn’t interrupted, his body would have been limp on the ground by now, so thank you for that.”

“He had a gun pressed against you, Katya. What were you going to do after he shot you?” Because he would have.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Stab him in the lungs. As planned! The gun was aimed at my stomach. I would have survived.”

She didn’t understand the danger. He could have killed her. He could have planted his henchmen all over the club, waiting for a signal to carry off a wounded Katya and do only God knows what.

Roughly, I shoved her against the wall and tightened my hold on her wrist until she hissed and let the knife drop to the floor. Then I pressed my gun to her stomach gently, and she gasped when she felt it, eye-widening just slightly.

“Is the thought of being my wife, so terrifying, Katya, that you’d want to die.”

Katya scoffed, tilted her chin up, and glared. “Don’t flatter yourself, Ales. To me, you’re only slightly more terrifying than an unfed puppy.”

I looked into her eyes for a moment, the both of us filled with adrenaline from our encounter with Maxim. I could hear her breaths, and feel her heart pounding, despite the thumping electro music of the club.

If I hadn’t spotted her in time…if I hadn’t interfered in time…

“He could have shot you,” I said at last.

“And I would have survived it.”

“Really?” I asked with my head tilted slightly to the side, “but that’s assuming the bullet stayed lodged in. What if it came out? What if it passed through you and came out hitting your spine? What if it injured a vital nerve in your spine and left you dead from the neck down? Then what, Katya? Explain to me what your contingency plan is for that situation, I would love to hear it.”

She glared at me but didn’t say a word. Her eyes were still defiant even though she’d clearly just been shown how stupid she’d been.

She dragged her wrist from my hold, and I let it go. Removing the gun from her stomach, putting the safety back on, and tucking it back where it belonged, I didn’t take my eyes off her, or take a step back.

We stood close together, our bodies not touching even though they almost were, just watching ourselves.

Then she crossed her arms and gave me a quizzical look. “And why are you still standing so close?”

My lips teased into a smile. “We will be married soon, Katya, isn’t that exciting?”

She let out a short laugh, it was so damn filling to hear. “I thought I already told you not to flatter yourself, Ales.”

“I wonder if you’ll call me by a pet name, I already have one planned for you.”

Now she looked more at ease, I could see the tension in her shoulders ease up, and she leaned back against the wall. “This is only a marriage of convenience. I will call you nothing but your name.”

Now I laughed. After all the teasing, in her bedroom, and at that restaurant, she had to be joking. Her desire for me was so damned obvious it could have directed traffic. “Katya Kitten,” I started, moving closer to her. I loved the feeling of her chest against mine. “I am single-handedly the biggest pervert you will find in this fucking city. The things I plan on doing to you, you will not believe. Since we have met, I’ve wanted to see you wearing nothing but sweat, so if you think I’m going to allow this to be a marriage of convenience, you have grossly overestimated my ability to resist temptation.”

Katya leaned closer, her nose brushing gently over mine, her eyes on me, and her breath hot against my lips. “And if I refuse?”

I leaned closer and tilted my head as if I was going to kiss her. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes flickered down.

But I didn’t kiss her. Instead, I whispered gently, almost against her lips. “Then you’ll find out that along with being a big pervert, I’m also a master at seduction.” Then I leaned back and finally took a step back as well.

Katya’s smile was like that of a predator.

“Then, you have given me something to look forward to in this sham of a marriage, Mr. Sorvino. Don’t disappoint me.” She completed and walked away.

I couldn’t if I tried, I thought as I watched her walk.