Page 7 of Mafia Saint


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I wait while Igor takes a breath. “I’m sure,” he replies. “Unless you can think of another way?”

“Leave it with me.” My suspicions are confirmed.

I hang up the phone and nod to the receptionist. He looks at me like he’s expecting another fifty. I stare at him until he crumbles, finding something important below the counter that needs cleaning.

I return to the motel bedroom, finding Mila drying her hair on the bed, towel wrapped around her.

What I want to do is fuck her. I don’t have to think while I’m fucking her. But that won’t resolve this situation, only put it off.

“The sooner this is dealt with, the better,” I say, taking the hair dryer and switching it off. “I need to discuss something with you.”

“That was pretty Fifty Fucking Shades of Gray,” she replies, reaching out for the hair dryer.

“Listen to me. I need to trust you. Can I trust you?”

“Of course you can.”

She makes it sound so obvious but it’s not. “My father told me never to trust anyone.”

“With respect, that was a bullshit thing to say.”

“I know who’s behind all this and I need your help to resolve it.”

“Why me?”

“I’ll explain that in a minute.” I take a deep breath. I don’t like these emotions racing through me. Not only am I going to have to trust her, I’m also exposing her to serious risk of harm.

If any of the steps of this process go wrong, she could die. I could lose her like I lost my family. All because of me.

“Diego Garcia is a cautious man,” I tell her. “He will not let me near him without multiple guards around, but you.” I point at her. “You could get close enough to do what needs doing.”

“You’re not going to ask me to kill him, are you? I couldn’t do that.”

“You don’t need to kill anyone. What you need is to get close enough to him to make him confess. Make him admit he wants my empire and that’s why he had you kidnapped.”

“That’s all? You look worried.”

I could kick myself. I thought I was hiding my emotions better than that. I fix my face so it gives nothing away. “You make himtrust you enough that you can bring him to me. I’ll do the rest.”

“That simple, is it?”

“Marriage is about trust. This will be your chance to prove yourself worthy of my trust. Do this and our marriage will remain solid for the rest of time. You will have your art gallery. You will paint. We will raise our child together. No one will ever threaten us again, not after what I’ve got planned.”

“Is that killing this Diego person?”

“You sound disgusted.”

“No, I’m getting used to the type of person you are. You force yourself on me. You kill whoever you want. You give me orders and act like the big tough boss and I get no say in anything for the rest of my life.

“I become a Bratva princess instead of a mafia one but I still get shackled in my gilded fucking cage forever. I don’t want that, Alexsei. I don’t want to be your slave.”

“When did I ask you to be my slave?”

“It’s in everything you say to me. I must obey. I am yours. You own me. You ever think about how that makes me feel?”

“Protected is my guess.”

“You guess wrong.”

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