Page 28 of Debt to the Mafia King
Sitting back, I raked my eyes over her. Tall and leggy with a mane of dyed hair that fell down her back in a perfectly straight curtain. Manda.
She was dressed impeccably. The dress was figure-hugging, so it showed off the curves that drove men wild. And I had been one of those men. Once upon a time.
“Viktor,” she cooed at me, sauntering over to me with a sway in her hips that demanded to be watched. I couldn’t take my eyes from her. I took another sip, enjoying the burn of the amber liquid down my throat.
“It’s so good to see you again.” Bending over me, she brought herpainted lips to my cheek, giving me a perfect view of the breast down the gaping neckline of her dress.
She did it on purpose. Everything Manda did was on purpose.
“I thought you might want to see an old friend one last time.”
I didn’t. I’d ended things with Manda a week ago, days before this had all happened and Leah had shown up on my radar as Alek’s next of kin.
Not because I was getting married, I hadn’t even met Leah then, but because she was getting too clingy. Ours was a purely physical relationship. Or so I thought, until she started wanting more.
Forcing myself to smile, I motioned to the bar. “Help yourself to a drink, Manda. You know where it is.”
She didn’t answer, instead, she sat fully on my lap, wrapped one arm around my neck, and grabbed at my glass. Taking a sip of it. “I don’t mind sharing with you, Viktor.” She wiggled, her round ass sliding against me. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, licking my earlobe. “And I can see you have missed me as well.” She wiggled again.
My cock deflated. There was nothing worse than desperation, and she stank of it.
Had she always been like this? Even in the beginning. It made me question what I had first seen in her.
Gripping her long hair, I yanked her head away, forcing her head back until her throat strained. Laughter filled the air because they thought something was happening. It was, but not the way they thought it was.
“I didn’t.” I hissed. I didn’t go so far to tell her that it was the thought of my future bride that had my cock throbbing and not the feel of her. “Now go and get yourself a drink and find a seat.”
“Boss,” Ivan hissed at my side. Following his eyes, I saw the smallest of movements behind the half-closed door. Manda hadn’t closed it on her way in.
Fuck.
“Why don’t you come in, Leah.” I called out.
She pushed open the door a few inches and froze. Her eyes were traveling around the room full of men, men and one woman, who was sitting on my lap.
Leah’s eyes widened in shock. “Sorry to disturb you.” There was a shake in her voice that I didn’t like. “I just wanted to tell you I was going to bed now.”
Chuckles filled the room.
I nodded my head politely. “That’s fine, Leah. I will see you tomorrow.” Coldly, I let my eyes rake over her. Maybe she wasn’t so much of a good girl after all because I’d thought I’d been pretty clear about her not leaving her room without being fully dressed, and yet here she was. In her nightclothes. With her hair tied at the top of her head messily.
She didn’t move. She kept staring from me to Manda, and the more she stared, the deeper the line between her eyebrows got. Was my Printsessa jealous?
“Is there anything else, Leah?”
“Are you coming to bed soon?” Her voice was tiny. I’d never seen her so unsure of herself. She kept twisting her hands together nervously.
I paused for half a second, but before I could open my mouth and tell her no. Manda turned to her. “He won’t be sharing your bed, little girl. Not tonight and not in the future.”
“I am not a little girl. I am Viktor’s fiancée.” At her side, Leah’s hands balled into fists.
With a screech, Manda was out of her chair. Towering over Leah, she laughed. “I am his woman. The actual woman he wants to be with. You might be marrying him, but as you can see, Viktor will always choose me.” Her eyes raked over Leah. “You get the ring, and I get the man. But just know that every time he sneaks into your bed for whatever boring missionary sex you give him, it will be me he is thinking of,” Manda laughed, her voice mocking. “Why would he want you when he can have me?” Her voice dropped to a loud whisper. “A little advice, girl to girl, give up now. You have already lost.”
“Enough,” I growled. The room around me went silent. A dozenpairs of eyes watched my every move and judged it. Striding forward, I stepped in between the two women, reaching out, I closed my hand around Leah’s wrist. Her arm trembled as she tried to cover her face with her hands.
It was like all the fight had left her. But wasn’t that what I wanted? The perfect docile wife.
“Ivan.” I nodded towards Manda. And he jumped to his feet, heading in her direction without any order from me. He knew what I needed him to do.
