Predestined for the mafia boss

First Lie

Yurich

I put the metal to coat the fist and undo another blow against the face of the son of a b***h who participated in the attack on Lyana, a damn month. The thirty days in the desert seem to haunt me as much as a plague.

It’s been thirty days to have a perfect reason to meet her again without breaking the damn promise I made, now, for thirty f*****g days watching her body languish in the hospital bed. I’m screaming furiously at the bastard.

"Boss" Nureyev’s voice is useless.

The dark eyes without having a trace of recognition dismantled the docile part I was trying to keep for her. Thirty days and she doesn’t remember me.

Sixty days of lust, madness, and strange feelings in the chest saved for that woman who bewitched all my thoughts. I raise my fist and strike another blow, this time leaving the Italian unconscious.

When did I imagine seeing a woman for the first time could cause all these reactions in me?

I snap my neck, giving my back to the prisoner and going straight through my brother, the urge to return to the hospital burns my mind. I agreed with Nabokov to stand next to her, after all, it’s the only one she has a closer memory of.

"He will not speak"

"What?" I question curious as I walk down the hall without giving the least importance to the blood that flows through my hands.

The huge empty hall by the time of day in which the men are resting and others are fulfilling the routes keeping the traffic active, receiving information about the Italians. I pulled the pack of cigarettes out of my pocket took my mouth and lit it. The draught does not diminish the fury I feel but the toxic taste that fills my lungs softens the beast that cries out for blood.

"Nabukov won’t say anything about the contract to Lyana." He crosses his arms leaning his back against the opposite wall.

"That old man is crazy for an oversight just to have a reason to tear off some piece of my flesh." I swing.

The asshole opens the ironic smile, his naked torso displaying dry blood glued to the skin covering the tattoos and dark circles revealing the madness that displays in his iris due to some drug.

"If he talks about the contract he will need to remind her that he has spent the last almost 6 years away from his family." He widens his smile almost screaming for triumph in reasoning.

The oval piercing with a diamond is displayed in front of the upper teeth.

"He seems to care about her," I murmur more to myself than to him.

"And you also care"

"I don’t know why" I admit

"It’s about time you planned an heir."

I hit the cigarette dropping the ashes on the floor, it’s the first time I think about it. A son... I never imagined having a child but the idea of seeing Lyana pregnant makes the smile appear easily on my lips.

"All this could have been avoided if you had followed my plan."

I come out of my thoughts looking at green eyes like mine, he seems indignant about it.

"Just because I’m your brother doesn’t mean I’m a sociopath either"

He holds his hands up in a dramatic scene rolling his eyes.

"You just cut off a soldier’s fingers for touching a woman you didn’t even know her name was" accuses putting her hands on her hip," you should thank me for doing all the research for you and handing her to you on a platter."

I can’t hold the laughter that escapes through my lips, only for him to do it and end up reducing the tension of my shoulders.

"Will it do if I let you beat the Italian first?" I question.

"I can consider it"

I roll my eyes at him, drop the cigarette on the floor, and step on it.

Hours later I was completely ready to go to the hospital, the Italian did not have much to say besides having received information about the marriage and that it should open fire, with some incentives he said the probable addresses of others who participated, I left it to Nureyev to bring them to headquarters and start the pranks while I take care of my wife.

Before I can open the door to the room, it opens revealing Nabukov with a mild expression as if seeking to show no friction before the daughter, Nureyev’s words come back to my mind. But how can I use this to my advantage with her?

"Don’t talk about those matters," he whispers leaving only a gap in the door open.

"Talk about what?" I question

He nods in confirmation, taking one last look at Lyana who has a trembling smile on her lips. Since he woke up without having memories I sought to stay by his side only in the presence of other people. It’s been two days, but today I want to be alone with her.

I enter the room and close the door, I see the restlessness in her hands squeezing the sheet, I put a smile on her face, one of which I did not even imagine to have, but the will to leave her calm speaks louder.

"May I sit next to you?" I question

"You’re my husband shouldn’t have to ask for that sort of thing." Your cheeks turn cherry red, I end up laughing.

"But you don’t remember me" I declare, she blinks stunned. " So it’s fair to start from scratch."

She bites her lips and I need a huge self-control to not move forward. Down the bed's protection, I sit on the end stretching my hand to receive hers. I kiss the tip of each finger and then take the palm to my face, the sigh she gives makes it worth it.

"I wanted to remember," I murmur

"And I wanted to kiss you."

Again the shade of red dyes the cheeks down the neck and the lap. God, this woman has a charm on me.

"Have we done more than that?"

I sigh in a dazed way.

"You suffered the accident before our honeymoon, we had just got married."

"Dad said I spent a month in a coma" She blinks her long eyelashes and bites her lower lip. " But did we ever go beyond while dating?"

I raise my hand to her lips pulling her lower lips before she goes crazy, so her chin is small.

"No"

She shakes nervously again.

"What’s the matter Lyana?" I question.

"I don’t remember if I’m still a virgin."

Unable to contain more desire, I advance by sticking my hand through the soft threads bringing the fleshy lips against my teeth in a weak bite. I caress her cheek pushing her face away before losing control for good.

"So let’s date like two teenagers."

Your eyes fill with such a beautiful glow that I’m able to blow up the whole of Russia just for that.