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Just like Ivan, all the others were meeting up with hookers a lot more after Kira’s kidnapping. This time I didn’t use it to kidnap anyone. I just used my media power. Everyone knew Aleksei slept with other women but making it public knowledge was different.
His wife might have been okay with sharing his husband, but she was not okay with the world knowing it. It was degrading for both her and her family.
Perfect.
After that, Aleksei was both hated by his own family and his wife’s family. Kira said he would normally get out of tricky situations so easily because he had a good team, but his team was gone. The wisest man among them was dead, and the other two were at the point of hating each other because of that Consigliere fight.
That played too well for me. I was sure it was going to take a little time for me to attack them and for them to ruin each other. But they were dumber than I thought. A week ago, Aleksei’s Consigliere Kirill was caught by the police for a murder. He was in jail, and his trial was going on. It was because of a rat.
I was so deliriously happy. It was so easy to work after that. They didn’t have any power to resist me at all.
And then it got even better.
Rat was Fedor Smirnoff. He sent his old friend to jail just because he wanted to be Consigliere. Unfortunately for him, he was caught, and according to the phone call I received, he was executed by Aleksei just a few hours before.
Of course, I was going to attack them more, but I was done playing. Two of Kira’s rapists were dead, one was in jail, and the other was in loss of all his power. Daddy Nikolayev was getting ready to take over, and I knew he was going to punish Aleksei better than me. He was going to make his life hell.
Mob war was not over, but the revenge was.
I was done hunting Kira’s rapists, and now it was time for the second part of our agreement.
Now I had to kill Kira Kozlov. The woman who could warm my insides with just a laugh. The woman who sucked at poker but still wanted to play it all the time. The woman who was too eager to have teenage sleepovers with Priscilla. The woman who liked her coffee disgustingly sweet.
The woman whom I was deliriously in love with.
Kira
“There is literally nothing left in this house!” Priscilla chirped from the kitchen.
I giggled and made my way there. She had been gone for over a week, and it was true that the refrigerator was emptier without her. We usually ordered out, and both Gabriele and I were not the type to snack a lot. Priscilla, on the other hand, loved chips and fruit.
After she learned about what was going on between Gabriele and me, she stayed here for a very long time. She would go back to the Hamptons from time to time, but mostly she was here. I loved having her here. She was too much fun.
At first, I was a little ashamed because I couldn’t stop my moans while Gabriele was doing wicked things to me, but after a few days, I realized Priscilla was not hearing those. If she did, she would have teased me about it.
She was probably sleeping like the dead or was watching something from her phone or laptop. She would either sleep all day or not sleep at all. It was very unhealthy of her.
She made a great friend, though. She was my only friend if I considered Gabriele as more than a friend, but that didn’t bother me. If I had a chance to choose my only friend, I would still choose Priscilla. She was so positive and fun, but she was also very intelligent and caring.
We talked about a lot of things. I sometimes told her a bit about my past, and she always hugged me and made me feel good. She also didn’t ask about my relationship with Gabriele again because she understood I was not comfortable talking about that.
We talked about Priscilla’s love life, though. She still didn’t find her “one true love,” but she was sure she was going to meet him. She was good at sneaking out of the house and doing things girls in Cosa Nostra were not allowed to do. Still, she never had a boyfriend. She wanted to marry, and she wanted children. It felt weird at first because she acted like too much of a party girl, but I could see her as a mother too. She would definitely be a cool mom.
Priscilla was still determined that she was going to know the second she saw him. “And then I am going to have him,” she said every time the topic came up. “I always get what I want.”
And I did believe her. Priscilla was not the type to let go of something she wanted.
I wish I could be like her. I wish I could hold onto Gabriele.
Every time I tried to make peace with the fact that this was temporary, it hurt. My only consolation was the fact that it was not going to hurt after I died. I was going to be free and painless. That was my only escape.
I was going to be a happy corpse, thanks to Gabriele.
And it was probably going to be soon. Gabriele did so much for me. Him killing my rapists was not even the best thing he did. He helped me heal. He helped me see the beauty of life.
And he did it just before my death.
Fuck this shit.
