Page 129 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

“Mason will fucking kill you-”

“Nah, because you are going to be a good girl and not say a word.” He pulls me in closer and licks my cheek.

“Venom, you bring your dick anywhere near me and I’ll bite it off,” I growl, slamming the heel of my stilettos into the toe of his combat boots; he doesn’t even flinch.

“I always knew fucking you would be rough.” Venom spins me around, wrapping my hair around his hand. He tries to push me down to my knees.

No. No. No. I can’t lose my virginity like this and definitely not to a guy named fucking Venom. I dig my heels into the ground, using my body as leverage to keep me from hitting the ground, but Venom is too strong. My knees buckle, and I am left panting and praying to Gods I don’t believe in for any solace.

A shot whizzes through the air. Venom jumps back, looking for his weapon, and tosses me to the ground as if I am nothing. “Fucking hell,” Venom growls, searching the area for the assailant.

“I don’t miss twice.” A thick Russian accent rumbles through the air, but I am in too much panic to appreciate it.

The minute I hit the ground, I pat the area around me, looking for a weapon to defend myself. My fingers wrap around the neck of an empty beer bottle. I grab it, smashing it against the concrete wall and stumbling over to the other side of the alley, out of Venom’s reach, brandishing the broken bottle as a weapon.

“When a lady says no, the answer is no.” The silky tenor of the voice causes a shiver to run down my spine. My eyes lock with the same bright blue eyes I almost drowned in.

Chapter 2

Gwen

With bright blue eyes, a man emerges from the shadow of the alley, caressing the pipe of his pistol as if it were a loyal dog.

Venom sneers, “You better fuck off before Mason has your fucking head.”

Blue Eyes’s lips spread into a sinister smile as if he was a kid playing with his favorite toy. “Oh, and this Mason lets you run around and rape young women?”

“Mason owns this city and everyone in it.” Venom laughs as he points to me. “Especially her, so I’d mind my fucking business if I were you.”

Blue Eyes shrugs. “You see, I would if she didn’t say no, and well-” He winks at me. “When a beautiful girl says no to a jackass like you, I can’t help myself.”

It all happens in a flash. Blue Eyes reaches for Venom’s gun, twisting his body so Venom’s head is on the sidewalk, underneath Blue Eyes’s knee, and his arm bent back so that Blue Eyes could easily break his arm.

Underneath the streetlight, I can see his slick back, dirty blonde hair, with a rogue strand dancing above his right eye, which is brown. I want to tuck that strand back so it can spring back and have a reason to touch him again. His blue eyes are vibrant and deep like the ocean, and he has swirls of intricate black tattoos peeking out of his button-up and up his neck. I swallow as my eyes land on the vein popping on the forearm that stretches to put pressure on Venom’s shoulder blade.

When he looks up at me, there is a sparkle in his eye, and his lips are in an easygoing smile. “Normally, I’d break your arm, but since you were bothering the lady, I think it’s only right that it is her choice what we do with you.”

I twist my lips as if I am in deep thought because the idea of Blue Eyes breaking Venom’s arm for me makes my pantieswet. “Well, before you break anything in my honor, how about you tell me your name?” I purr, leaning forward to his eye level. Venom struggles beneath him, a slew of curses leaving his lips.

He brandishes a bright smile, rolling his name off his tongue like we are meeting in line at a coffee shop. “Nikolai Petrov, pleasure.”

“Nikolai? Petrov?” Venom whimpers.

“In the flesh.” Nikolai's cocky smile flashes in my direction with a flourish.

“Petrov, wait, I-I-” Venom begins to beg, but Nikolai clicks his tongue, silencing him.

“No. No begging now.” Nikolai twists his arm, causing Venom to yelp, but he brings his eyes back to me. “Our handsy friend is getting a little impatient…”

“Gwen. I would shake your hand, but they seem full right now.” I smile, flipping my curls over my shoulder, the broken bottle still swinging between my fingertips.

“Well,Gwen.” Fuck, I love the way he pours over my name.“What would you like me to do with the handsy guy here?”

“Hmmm, you see, a broken arm can heal.”

“Continue.” Nikolai nods, intrigue flashing across his eyes as a devilish smile spreads.

“And I think this fucker needs a permanent reminder to keep his hands to himself.” I purse my lips as if contemplating before looking down into Venom’s eyes. “Don’t ya’ think, Venny?”

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