Page 16 of Savage Mafia King

“Dimitri,” I whisper, my voice trembling with relief.

His dark eyes find mine, and for a moment, all I can do is stare at him. He’s here. He’s back. And then the weight of everything crashes over me—the fear, the waiting, the not knowing if he’d ever return. I feel my eyes fill with tears, but I quickly blink them away. I need to be strong for Marie.

Dimitri steps closer, his eyes softening as he takes in the scene—me sitting on Marie’s bed, holding her protectively. His face is a mix of exhaustion and something else, something darker, but when he speaks, his voice is calm.

“It’s done,” he says quietly, his voice low and rough. “You don’t have to worry about the Russians ever again. They won’t come near you. They won’t come near Marie.”

A wave of relief washes over me, but it’s mixed with something else—gratitude, maybe, but also the realization of what he’s done. What he’s capable of doing for us. For me.

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Thank you,” I whisper. It feels inadequate, but it’s all I can manage.

He holds out his hand, his gaze steady on mine. “Come with me, princess.”

I hesitate for only a second, glancing down at Marie, who is still sound asleep in my arms. She looks so peaceful, so innocent, and I don’t want to wake her. But I know Dimitri needs me, and I need him too. I carefully lay Marie back against the pillows, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, and press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Everything is okay now,” I whisper, though the words feel more like a reassurance for myself than for her. I pull the covers overher and stand, taking Dimitri’s hand as he leads me out of the room and down the hall to ours.

The moment the door closes behind us, the weight of everything falls away. It’s just the two of us now, the chaos and danger left outside. Dimitri lets out a long breath, and for the first time, I notice how tired he looks. His hands are stained with blood, his clothes tattered, but there’s a tenderness in his eyes that tells me more than words ever could.

I step toward him, my heart aching at the sight of him. “Let me help you,” I say softly, reaching for his shirt. I start unbuttoning it, my fingers trembling slightly, but Dimitri doesn’t stop me. He just watches, his gaze dark and intense, but there’s a softness in the way he touches me, his hands gentle as he helps me strip away the bloodied fabric.

We step into the bathroom, and I turn on the shower, the steam rising as the water heats. Dimitri stands still as I guide him under the spray, the water running red as it washes away the blood. His eyes are on me the entire time, unwavering, as if I’m the only thing grounding him.

I run my hands over his body, carefully, gently, wiping away the dirt and grime. The heat of the water mixes with the warmth of his skin, and I feel something shift between us—something deeper than before. This isn’t just about washing away the blood. It’s about healing the wounds that can’t be seen.

When I look up at him, his face is softer, the harsh edges of his anger smoothed away. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin, and for the first time tonight, I feel the tension in my body begin to ease.

“Dimitri…” I start to say, but he stops me with a kiss. It’s tender, so different from the way he usually takes me. His lips are soft, lingering, as if he’s savoring the moment, and I feel myself melting into him.

He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice low but filled with so much intensity. “No one will ever take you from me. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”

There’s no hesitation in his words, no uncertainty. I know he means it, and while part of me should be scared, I’m not. I feel safe. I feel loved in the way only Dimitri can love—fiercely, possessively, but undeniably.

“I know,” I whisper back, my heart swelling with the weight of his promise.

He turns off the water and grabs a towel, wrapping it around me before pulling me into his arms. We walk back into the bedroom, and he guides me to the bed, laying me down gently. His touch is careful, almost reverent, as he joins me, his body fitting perfectly against mine.

For a long moment, we just lie there, the quiet of the room wrapping around us like a protective cocoon. I feel his hand tracing lazy patterns along my skin, his breath warm against my neck, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel truly at peace.

Dimitri shifts, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at me. His eyes are soft, filled with something deeper than I’ve ever seen before. “You’re mine, Elena. Forever.”

I nod, reaching up to cup his face. “I’m yours.”

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine, and I feel the tenderness in every kiss, every touch. Tonight, there’s no rush, no urgency. It’s just us, wrapped in each other, and I know in this moment that I’ll never have to be afraid again. Not with him by my side.

Dimitri moves over me, his body covering mine, but this time, he’s gentle. His hands are soft, his touch reverent, as if he’s afraid to break me. And for the first time, I let myself fall completely into him, into the safety of his arms, knowing that no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.

As he holds me, whispers promises into my skin, I know one thing for certain: Dimitri will always protect me.

Epilogue

DIMITRI

I stand by the window, the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Outside, the estate is quiet, peaceful, like a fortress in the middle of a world that’s always trying to tear itself apart. But inside, within these walls, everything is exactly how it should be. Controlled. Safe. And most importantly—mine.

Elena is curled up in bed, still asleep, her long hair spilling across the pillow like dark silk. I watch her for a moment, taking in the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way she looks so peaceful. Content. She’s changed since the day I claimed her, and I can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at how well she’s adapted.

She’s my wife now, and she knows her place, knows the rules. Every day, she becomes more of the woman I need her to be—my perfect princess, obedient, loyal, eager to please. In the beginning, there were moments of hesitation, moments when she questioned what this life meant for her, but those moments are long gone. She’s learned that in this world, my word is law.

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