Ivory Ashes - A Mafia Romance

VI

gain and I'l

and across the face just a second ago, but is that the rumbling baritone of God? If so, excellent timing. The Big Man Upsta

k at my savior, but lifting my face is what got me

when I mentioned that surely he'd hate to bruise my face the day before our w

for... well, shits a

come. I probably have the Novikov Bratva crest indented in my left cheek by now. It's fitting, since I'm being offered up to Trofim Noviko

ll if I know who it was for, but we went to someone's baptism together a few months ago, and I was positive Trofim would rec

head spinning. Unfortunately, his head stayed facing forward, but I've been h

m the doorway of my bridal suite, God

her," that voic

ibrate thro

Trofim's voice is whiskey-slurred, but his gr

tard when he's sober. When he drinks, though, he's straight-up

od of vengeance

the deep voice correct

ring me into this! Maybe, if I make myself

or and catch a glimpse of my refle

len. My cheek is as red as the parade of flags that have line

have run for the hills the mome

Trofim. That in itself is th

cruel and unusual ways, that's not the case. My father was literally in the room for slap number one

shuddering baritone, my father whispered in my ear-which was still ringing

hat's all I am: a tool

, don't be ridic

"he" may be in any given scenario. My father's. Trofim

ust so happens to have the blood of the

father's part, just so happens to be the

nt of a royal wedding. Lighter on the

he bloodshed portion of the e

his hand in the back of my robe again. The sleeves are halfway down my arms now. I'm one gentle tug

s is mine,"

voice barks again. "And not eve

" Trofim

isn't, since the elder Novikov is just as bad as Trofim-there's nothing anyone can say to

Or I'll have no choice b

ot

stop myself

all of my money on it being Anatoly in the doorway. The man is a golden retriever i

Anatoly in

-met-a-smile-he-wanted-to-try-on you

khail N

at mine and Trofim's engagement party, and now, he's standing here. In

ver-loving fu

in my robe, so the material slides off my arms and I flop onto the floor betwee

ring down at me, face as unreadable as ever. It's the

y groom was, I'm a Sagittarius through and through. I love a good party and the Novikovs throw grea

worth of champagne fizzing in my veins, I marched up to Mi

a, your new sister. Pau

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