Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Piotr’s mouth twitches, he’s ready to unleash, but I get to my feet, bumping into his shoulder. He steps back but his glare stays aimed at Nicole.

“Your wife doesn’t know her place,” he says to me, his accent thickening with his anger.

“Her place is with me and my family, she knows it well. As you said, her father taught her loyalty.” I gesture toward our waiter who stands at the kitchen doors, fear frozen on his face. The diners near us have halted their conversations. Utensils have been tucked back on the tables. Everyone waits to see what will happen between us.

“I believe Mr. Kaczmarek will be needing a table. I think the one near the restrooms will work for him and his friend here.”

The waiter steps forward toward us, his eyes pleading with Piotr not to be angry with him, to not cause any destruction in their bistro.

“No need. There are better restaurants than this pit. I’ll take our guest somewhere more civilized.” Piotr gives a disgusted look toward the waiter. “You’ll be hearing from us, Staszek.” Piotr turns on his heel and with an annoyed shove at Henry, they make their way from the diner.

I watch them as they walk past the front windows overlooking the street until they disappear before I sit back in my chair.

“Sir?” The waiter’s voice shakes when he gains my attention.

“We’ll take our meals to go. Thank you.”

“Of course. One minute.” He nods and hurries back into the kitchen. The other diners quietly go back to their meals, casting small glances toward us.

“Why did my father ever think that spineless ass would be someone I’d want to spend the rest of my life with?” Nicole asks, clearly angry at our night being intruded upon.

“Did he do a lot of work with him?”

“Not that I know of. I was never really apprised of what was really going on. When Dad got sick, I think he wanted to latch onto anything that would keep me safe. Whatever he saw in Henry must have been a mirage.”

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“I think you’re lucky he didn’t make you marry him before he passed away.”

“Dad wasn’t like that. He didn’t think the way Henry does. Women aren’t just for wedding and bedding.”

I smile at her choice of words. “Your father definitely didn’t raise you to be anyone’s wilted flower.”

“No.” She grins. “He didn’t.”

I grab her hand and squeeze. “Regardless, your mouth almost caused a problem.”

She tilts her head and gives me a sultry smile. “Maybe you should do something about that… I mean if you don’t teach my mouth a lesson… it could get us into all sorts of trouble.”

She’s teasing me.

After all that, the woman is trying to rile me into a sexual game.

“Here you go, sir.” Our food is brought to us in takeout containers already bagged.

“Thank you.” I hand over enough cash to take care of the meal and extra for the inconvenience of having to watch Piotr’s pissing contest.

After he’s left, I pick up the food then offer my hand to my wife, helping her to her feet.

“You’re absolutely right,” I say as we step into the warm evening. “Let’s get home so I can punish that mouth of yours.” I reach lower to her ass, pushing the exact spot that will remind her once again of the thick plug nestled in her tight ass. “And then I’ll punish your ass.”

Nicole

He’s lost his damn mind!

The grand opening is tonight, and my husband has gone too far.

“I understand, Mrs. Staszek, but your husband gave instructions you are not to leave the apartment yet.” One of his soldier boys repeats the same sentence over and over as I try to argue with him. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator this refrigerator-shaped goon blocked me from making my way to the exit.

“What exactly does yet mean?” I argue back, already pulling out my phone from my purse. Jakub said nothing to me this afternoon about needing to wait for a specified time to go to the club.

I throw a finger up in the air to shut the brute up while I press my phone to my ear. I don’t want his excuses; I want Jakub to explain to me why he has me locked up again.

He’d finally stopped being such an overbearing ass and let me go about my daily activities so long as one of his soldiers stayed with me. But now he’s quietly barricading me inside again.

“Nicole.” Jakub’s deep voice answers. “Don’t start yelling yet.” He cuts me off before I can get one word out.

“Explain,” I order, folding my arms over my chest. I’m dressed for the opening with a new dress I let Lena talk me into, and a pair of heels so damn high I’m pretty sure I’m going to sprain an ankle by the time the night’s over.

“After I left you this afternoon, I got wind of some activity. I don’t think it’s safe for you to be here tonight. It’s going to be busy and crowded. If Piotr or Henry show up-”

“Oh, for shit’s sake, Jakub!” I yell into the phone. “I’m sick of this. I’m not going to hide away in your damn apartment the rest of my life.”

“It’s not the rest of your life-”

“Of course it is! There will always be a threat, Jakub. Jesus Christ, we live over a fucking warehouse that I’m sure would get you a few dozen years in prison if it was ever raided. This is your life. This is what comes with it.”

“Stop yelling at me.” His order falls flat, because I’m done.

“No. I won’t. And I won’t let you keep me locked up here anymore.” I step forward but his security men block me.

“It’s for your protection. Kasia and Lena aren’t going to be here tonight either.”