Book 1✔️ The Mafia Entanglement

8. The one with The Mob

We just finished dinner and were drinking wine when he crept in behind me, inhaling the back of my neck.

This man... Ugh, I've never been with anyone so hungry for more of me. Not that I was complaining. My smile grew wider when he nipped the column of my neck like he just couldn't get enough of me. Well... I knew he couldn't cause he had just told me so less than an hour ago.

"Em, why don't you sleep here tonight? I'm not ready to let you go."

"Hmm... I will surely be sore tomorrow. I'm not even counting anymore."

He laughed from behind my back, low and sexy, making me shiver deliciously.

"So, that's a yes?" He turned me to face him and looked into my eyes.

I haven't got the chance to answer him when the house phone rings. He picked it up and shouted in what I've known now to be Russian. He looked furious, I could see the veins in his temple. His jaw clenched a few times as he was talking to the other person. He hung up and looked at me.

"I'm really sorry, but I need to go now. I'll explain it to you tomorrow."

Huh... alrighty then...

I followed him to the bedroom and we got dressed in silence. I didn't want to stay over while he was not in the house. I didn't say a word. He looked scary, he was not your previously friendly neighborhood doctor.

He threw me one of his t-shirts since he ripped my camisole earlier. I put it on while he watched, looking satisfied that I was wearing something his. I was still in a daze from his abrupt need to leave the house. He was shuffling around the room, wearing his black shirt and black pants. I thought the hot surgeon looked sexy in his scrubs, but damn...he looked even more sinful in all black.

Scary but sinfully sexy.

I couldn't stop staring at him. I was tracking his every move, watching as he reached out to the end table and opened the drawer. My eyes popped seeing the arrays of guns. Yes, there were more than one, a lot more, and there were also several casings and knives. And that was just the top drawer. I didn't even want to know what he kept on the second, and third drawers.

I felt like a total prude, all innocent, keeping condoms, lubes, and my Bob by my bedside table while Ken was keeping a drawer of guns on his bedside table. Wait till the girls hear about this. Though I was not sure, I would tell them in the near future. Or even if I should.

He looked at me while wearing his gun shoulder straps, and put two guns on his sides. I was still entranced by the sight that I didn't say anything. I was biting my lip, not sure about the turmoil of feelings shimmering under my skin. I didn't want to be seen as too obvious, but I was positively drooling all over his bad-boy look.

Fuck, I'm wet again. Damn it.

Must think of something else. Unicorns. Rainbows. Mountains. Happy place. No sexy place. Doctor with gun straps. Wait what?

"Emilie, I really have to go. Come." He pulled me roughly and slammed his lips to mine sucking the life out of me. I was breathless by the time he peeled himself off of me.

"Ivan will take you home, one of my men will drive your car to your place. No questions. This will be faster. I'll explain everything tomorrow. Do you trust me?"

I nodded my reply. Still breathless from our last kiss.

"If I'd known my guns would turn you on this much, I would've shown them earlier." He whispered in my ear, biting my ear and sucking my neck. I didn't even have the fucking time to moan, as he quickly ushered me into the car, and shut the door behind me. Everything went by so fast. I couldn't say anything.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What did I get myself into? My life was satisfyingly boring before. I liked my boring life.

Or do I really?

Fifteen minutes later, Ivan opened the door for me while his friend gave me my car keys. Wow, he drove fast.

"Your car is already at your usual spot, Madame."

"Er...yeah okay. Thank you."

Ivan didn't leave my side until I arrived at my place. I stood there in shock as I watched when Ivan let himself in and methodically checked out my apartment. I still watched the guy when he ignored me as he spoke Russian on his phone. He finally left my apartment moments after he ended the call.

I sighed. Still not sure what happened. Okay... Amber might be right. I mean, she was right about the sex part. She might even be right about the mob part.

Two hours later, Celia called, saying that she was spending the night at one of her girlfriends. Again.

I sat down on the couch and started my channel surfing, trying to get some sense of normalcy back into my night. I decided to click on the news channel while I got my favorite beer from the fridge.

I was trying to relax as I sat lazily on my couch, slowly sipping my beer in rotation on munching a bag of flaming hot Cheetos.

I know. I'm such a health freak.

With that in mind, I reminded myself to get up tomorrow morning for a run. My eyes were on the TV while my brain was busy planning. That was when I saw it, the evening news live report. A large house was burning, a big fire, red angry flame licking in the background as the reporter talked about the incident that I barely cared about. Woah...okay, that looked more like a mansion than a house.

Wait...that looked like Ken's car speeding away. I couldn't see the driver, the windows were tinted. But surely there were lots of black cars like his, right?

What the fuck is going on?

I was trying to calm myself down. Setting aside the Cheetos and finishing off my beer. Ken said he would explain tomorrow, he asked me to trust him. But my mind kept on replaying what I saw previously with the guns and the bodyguards. Yep, I was pretty certain that Ivan was not just his driver. The way he inspected my apartment before I entered the place seemed professional.

God damn it.

Just when I decided to fucked a Ken, it might turn out that he was not just a Ken.

I started to stress eat when suddenly my phone buzzed from an incoming text.

Stop watching the evening news and go to sleep. I will explain everything tomorrow. Do you trust me? -Maxim

I didn't know how he knew, but then my hand was shaking as I replied to his text.

I do -Emilie

That was all I could force myself to type. I quickly turned off the TV and went to my fifth-floor window apartment. There I saw the SUV that Ivan drove me in. It was still parked across my apartment, and Ivan's silhouette was visible. He was smoking outside the car. Then, as if he knew I was watching, he looked up at me and nodded his head before quickly looking the other way. The man stood so casually, as if that was his usual place to park.

I closed the curtain and went straight to my bedroom. Minutes later, I crawled onto my bed and hugged myself to sleep.

It was really happening. I was fucking a dangerous person. Entangled myself with someone who had various weapons in his bedside drawers. I should be afraid. I should be very afraid. But instead, I couldn't wait for his explanation tomorrow.

I tried to sleep but became very anxious about Ken's explanation tomorrow. After what felt like hours of tossing in turning in bed, I finally dozed off. Alone.

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Ken: Don't worry, Barbie, I'll explain everything in the next chapter.