Page 27 of Debt to the Mafia King
Of course I wasn’t needed. I wasn’t the bride yet. And it wasn’t like I had a say on anything anyway. Viktor had it all arranged.
On a small table by the window lay a brown manila envelope. Sighing, I went to it and settled myself down to read it properly.
Not that it really mattered if I disagreed with anything. It was too late for that now. Things had snowballed out of control, and there was no backing out of it. Viktor had made that perfectly clear.
Tomorrow I would marry a man I had known for three days, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It would be a marriage of convenience, mostly his. No love or even real affection. Just great sex and anger.
Another sign rattled through my chest as I reached for the expensive ballpoint pen to scrawl my name.
A single tear dropped onto the paper, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last one I cried for the next year.
Viktor owned me now.
Chapter Nine
Viktor
“So,” the man on the other side of the room drawled, as he tipped the half-empty vodka glass to his lips and downed it in one. “Is this really happening? Is the infamous Viktor actually going to give up his bachelor status and settle down?” His eyes crinkled mockingly, and at my sides, my fists clenched. Mocking me was dangerous, and he knew it. But the alcohol had loosened more than one tongue this evening.
Usually I enjoyed evenings like these because loose tongues always gave me the information I needed to get the upper hand, but tonight was different.
Maybe they thought finally choosing a bride would have softened me, but if he kept running his mouth, I would show them just how dangerous those thoughts could be.
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth, my own drink of scotch forgotten in my hand. Tonight wasn’t the time for me to drink and lose control. Tomorrow, I will marry Leah, and both of our lives will change.
Hers more than mine.
Tomorrow, I will have to meet with my fatheras well, and I wanted to have my wits about me when that happens. I might run the business, but the old man was still king.
At least for now. Until I was married, that’s what the deal was. I needed a wife to take over completely, and I wanted that power more than anything.
“She really must be a looker,” he laughed, standing and swaying in place as he traced the outline of a woman’s body in the air. “With curves in all the right places. Or does she have other skills?” He made a lewd gesture with his mouth and hand, and the room erupted into cackles. Everyone laughed.
Everyone except me and Ivan, who sat stone-faced by my side. He knew better than anyone else how short a fuse I had these days. Especially when it came to Leah and what people said about her. Leah was about to be my wife, and men would respect her or face the consequences.
My eyes raked over them all. I memorized every face that laughed and locked them away for future reference.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” More laughter followed because none of them were smart enough to realize the danger they were in.
It wasn’t like I cared about her, I wasn’t capable of that, but she was mine, and they would respect her.
“Is she a good little whore for you or maybe—” his eyes crinkled. “A sweet little virgin for you to deflower? Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair. Making it stand on end. “Maybe you could let us all have a go once you’ve worn her in a little. I haven’t had virgin pussy for—”
I was half out of my chair before Ivan grabbed my arm. “Careful, boss,” he warned in a hissing whisper. I sank back into my seat.
He was right, these men were meant to be my most trusted allies, with the odd business associate here as well for appearance sake, and every single one of them was watching what I was doing and how I was acting. Letting them think that Leah was a weak spot for me was dangerous for both me and her.
I could handle myself, but I didn’t doubt for a second that my enemies would try and use my wife to get to me. And in my line ofwork I could never be sure who was a friend and who was my enemy. They wouldn’t care whether I cared for her or not, whether this was a business arrangement or a love match. If they thought they could use her they would.
That’s what this was all about. They wanted my reaction. And I refused to give them anything but indifference.
“Possibly.” I kept my voice completely calm and emotionless, throwing in a shrug for good measure. “I’ve never really been that taken with virgins,” I added, taking a sip of my drink. “I much prefer a woman who actively participates.”
That was the truth, but of course, Leah wasn’t a virgin. Far from it, the way she moved under me was mind blowing. And that breathy little moan that always signaled she was about to spill over the edge was a dream. Not that I could tell any of the men here just how fucking addicted I was to the feel of her body under mine. My cock throbbed at the memories.
Fuck, I didn’t want to be here with these men. I wanted to be upstairs and remind Leah how hard good girls got to cum. And she had been a good girl since we had arrived.
“I thought as much. And that’s why I invited a special guest. I hope you don’t mind.” Mischief flickered into Piotres eyes, but I didn’t have a chance to ask what because the door opened and a familiar model-like figure slinked her way inside.
