Beneath the Mafia's Allure: His Mask and Bride

chapter two

Three months…

Warning: adult content

Gunshots reverberated in the church. Clamor and chaos everywhere as everyone ran for safety.

Hidden behind the pillar, Elena watched these powerhouse fight alongside with their bodyguards.

However, she suddenly realized that she could no longer find Aleksandr Volkov and just as she turned around, a warm hand gripped her wrist.

“Don’t run away so fast next time, Ma Belle” Elena heard him and she stood in fear.

Her mermaid gown tangled her steps until Aleksandr’s slender fingers sliced it open with a pair of scissors giving it a clean slit.

“too long then but now prefect” Aleksandr muttered.

His eyes scanned every corner of the church he looked at the chaos happening before him.

“ Matteo” His eyes icy as he called out, “end this” He said.

The man called Matteo disappeared and returned back in few minutes time with a brand new outfits.

Matteo said nothing as he stood besides Aleksandr who looked at him in silence, held Elena’s wrist firmly and moved automatically in his wheelchair.

“you should walk Ma Belle” Aleksandr teased, “it will be a pity for your beautiful legs to be grazed or wounded by the gun shot”.

With his gentle reminded, she glared at him sharply confirming her thoughts. Her legs were precious to her.

Perhaps because of this, she was no longer hostile to him and she erased all escape plans from within her.

She knew that he would find her wherever she ran to and even in chaos, he managed to find her.

They reached the heavy oak doors leading out of the church. Matteo opened them, revealing a line of sleek black cars waiting under the cover of armed guards.

The elites had fled, leaving behind broken glasses, blood on marble, and a sea of bodies.

They entered the car whose interior was more luxurious than anything she had seen before. Beside her were wines arranged quite fashionable.

“Château d’Yquem” Elena muttered holding the wine, “the rarest wine.. sweet and strong”, she paused “Only for the best and Dante Morello” Elena said smiling.

Aleksandr smiled faintly at her remark. His face still hidden beneath the mask but his eyes glowing with pride and enthusiasm.

“You’re still so smart, Cherie” said Aleksandr who pressed a button on the armchair not far from him and Elena was automatically pushed to his side.

“when did you find out, Cherie”, Aleksandr teased with his slender fingers caressing the jawline of her face

It was supposed to be romantic but she dreaded his touch so she pulled her face away.

“Ma Belle, you should know you belong to me” Aleksandr muttered, “the more you run, wilder desire I have to conquer you”, his fingertips clenching her jawline, her eyes looking his eyes and his lips arched into a smile.

Her pulse, breathe and every being in her hated his touch, as his touch unsettled her.

She hated the way his voice rang close to her ears, and yet her body betrayed her.

Her body leaned closer to his his touch, especially his cold finger tips.

“I vowed to kill you if I ever saw you again, Dante Morello”, Elena said in anger.

“You’re still so smart Cherie but being too smart is not good” Aleksandr teased.

Elena narrowed her eyes and with a quick reflex, she attempted to pull off his mask.

Aleksandr’s eyes glared sharply with his fingertips tightly clutching Elena’s neck.

Elena gasped for air in fear. She forgot that the man with her was no longer Dante Morello but Aleksandr Volkov who spilled blood everywhere he entered.

“Mon amour, don’t touch what you shouldn’t touch” Aleksandr warned as he released the button on the armchair returning Elena back to her original position.

The car was silent with both of them quiet. The wine glasses clicked against each other.

“three months, Ma Belle and you will be free to kill me. After my death, everything will be yours” Aleksandr said.

“I don’t want anything that belongs to you” Elena said with a frown on her beautiful face.

Aleksandr smiled at her response.

The car rolled past manicured gardens, stopping before a mansion that radiated. Marble stone and Ivory rock blended perfectly into the building. Crystal chandelier hung outside the doors, speaking loudly of its owners wealth.

Elena squinted her eyes at heard Aleksandr voice behind her, “I know you don’t like European building but this is the safest place for now”.

She smiled in annoyance and walked past him. Matteo frowned at her attitude while Aleksandr smiled.

“she is Madame Volkov. Whoever disrespects her, disrespects me” Aleksandr warned Matteo.

Inside the mansion, the maids stood in two different rows and bowed at Elena.

“Where is my room” Elena asked and no one answered her.

She looked around and finally saw a middle aged man walking in haste towards her.

“Madame” he bowed as he greeted her.

“where is my room”, Elena repeated her question.

“This way, Madame” replied the middle aged man.

He led Elena to the elevator which stopped before a room.

“This is the masters bedroom Madame”

“what is your name” Elena asked the retreating man.

“I am Butler Stefano” Stefano said.

“good… fetch me Luciana” Elena instructed as she entered the room.

The room had a minimalist design unlike the previous room bathed in pink. She went through the closet and noticed it was a walk in closet with latest fashion of different seasons.

Impressed, she picked a red silk lingerie and walked into the shower.

With every step she took, she dropped a piece of her clothing until she finally entered the bath tub which felt warm and had a nice smell.

Overpowered by the days activity, she let herself relax in the water until she felt a presence behind her.

“ you are here” she muttered, “help me wash my hair” she concluded as she closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water.

Aleksandr lips curled up as he moved his wheelchair quietly and held her hair,

“Are you sure Madame Volkov”, he said and Elena opened her eyes sharply.

“ don’t turn” Aleksandr said, his hands caressing her hair which was smooth and soft to him.

“What are you doing here” Elena asked

“You asked for me” Aleksandr replied

“I asked for Luciana…” she paused as she turned around and looked at him.

He was still wearing a mask, only his lips could be seen.

Suddenly, she sat up, her upper body exposed with her chest firmly standing and her skin bronze like.

“ You should undress. You’re here already” she said looking at him, still wearing his Italian suit.

Aleksandr smiled as he looked at her. Her chest surprisingly bugging and bouncing. He wanted a touch of them but held back. He could feel his desires aroused with excitement.

They both looked at each other calmly with Elena finally stepping out of the bath tub, standing before Aleksandr in her full glory.

Aleksandr gasped for air, unable to deny the fact that his wife was an Egyptian sculpted goddess.

“I’m curious about seeing your face but I remember your warning” she muttered, “but right now, I’m curious about seeing something else” she said.

“And what would that be, Cherie” Aleksandr replied.

Elena smiled as she knelt before him. Her hands caressed his lips which looked attractive to her and with a quick reflex, she leaned towards and captured his lips.

With his mouth opened unprepared, she slide her tongue inside his mouth and Aleksandr reciprocated by locking her lips and tongue in his mouth.

Elena’s hands moved around his trousers and finally stopped. The kiss continued for awhile until they finally pulled their lips apart.

Her lips still red curled into a smile and she leaned closer. She bit his earlobe and whispered, “it is suppressed. I want it out and in my mouth. Can I?”, Elena asked.