Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 13

The whole way home, Nikolai didn't say a single word. He just drove toward my hell, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that I am sure his knuckles turned white under the blood of those bastards.

I stayed silent too, looking anywhere but at him. My body was as stiff as a board, my mind racing with millions of thoughts.

The car came to a halt in front of his mansion, and before I could even collect my thoughts, he was already out of the car. The next thing I knew was that my side of the door yanked open, and he pulled me out of the car roughly yet cautiously.

I kept my head down as we passed the servants. Their eyes were heavy with sympathy, and I hated it. That look. That pity. It only added to the humiliation burning in my veins.

Without a single word, Nikolai shoved me inside the room and locked the door. I turned around to face him. He kicked off his shoes and I braced myself for his rage. For him to lash out, scream, or worse, beat me.

But nothing like that happened.

Instead, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the bathroom.

“Let me go!” I struggled, but his grip tightened, leaving no room for escape.

What exactly is he planning?

Before I knew or could ask him anything, he turned on the shower. A shiver ran down my spine as cold water hit my body, soaking me completely.

My arms wrapped around my trembling body, but I had no time to process the shock. My eyes widened in horror when I saw him unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, his gaze burning into mine.

I shivered, pressing my back harder against the glass wall. I wanted it to break so I could run, but deep down, I knew I didn't have any escape from this monster. Not at least now.

"What are you doing, Nikolai?" I asked. I was relieved that my voice didn't tremble despite the dread pooling in my stomach.

But instead of replying to me, he moved his shoulders to slide off the shirt from his body and throw it away.

I straightened up when he stepped toward me.

His bare chest was now in my line of sight. Most of his skin was tattooed. My eyes grew wide and my breath hitched when my eyes landed on a single letter above his heart—A.

A shiver ran down my spine.

My father told me that he wanted me to take his revenge, so why had he tattooed my initials on his heart?

No!

I am overthinking. 'A' is not only my initials. He might have an ex or something.

I barely had time to process it before his hands reached for the hem of my shirt.

My body instantly went into defensive mode. I clutched his wrists so tightly that my nails dug sharply into his skin, drawing blood. "Don't you dare!" I seethed.

But that had no effect on him.

"What the hell are you doing, Nikolai?" I shouted

He tried to remove the t-shirt calmly, but when he realized I was not going to give up easily, he tugged on it sharply, tearing it apart from the middle.

I gasped aloud.

He removed the tattered piece of cloth from my body without wasting a single moment.

All of my efforts were futile, as he also removed my jeans with ease. I writhed like a fish out of water, but it had no impact on him.

Tears stung the back of my eyes at how helpless I felt.

No, Alessia. You can't cry.

This monster is trying to break you. You cannot shatter and become a puppet in his hands.

“No! Stop—STOP!” I screamed, thrashing against him, kicking, scratching—anything to push him away.

"SHUT UP!" He shouted.

I flinched. The glass walls of the bathroom vibrated. Silence spread.

The only sound that could be heard was that of the shower and my pounding heart.

Lub dub.