Savage Throne: A Dark Mafia Romance (Vicious Vengeance Duet Book 2) by Mila Kane

Author:Mila Kane [Kane, Mila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-01-31T18:30:00+00:00

16

MOLLY

I stood on the street and turned my face up to the spring sunshine. It was a beautiful day in the city, and I was out for once. I was going to enjoy every moment. Max had stopped the car on a quiet, tree-lined street where cherry blossoms drifted lazily past my face. It reminded me of the time Kirill had taken me shopping for decent clothes to wear in public after visiting Mara in a nursing home outside the city.

How hopeful I’d felt then, when I’d asked him if he was getting married, and he’d denied it. I wished that was the worst thing he’d kept from me.

“Aren’t you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked my bodyguard.

Today, he was accompanied by four others. I felt like a celebrity and hated every second as we walked toward a boutique. It wasn’t clear if they were there to protect me, or to keep me from bolting.

“Shopping. Come on in. Kirill’s on his way,” Max said, ushering me toward the shop. Tension clutched my insides at the idea of seeing Kirill. It was always like this lately. I was annoyed, excited, resentful, and faintly embarrassed about the night before. Maybe it was hormones, but it was exhausting to feel so much all the time.

“I don’t need any new clothes,” I pointed out.

Kirill had surprised me with the clothes. I wondered if the wardrobe upgrade, like him pulling out every time we slept together, was an unspoken apology. It was very Kirill of him to buy me a few nice outfits and dedicate the entire side of his enormous dressing room to every piece of designer fashion an aspiring mob wife could dream of. Except I wasn’t a mob wife. I was the woman he kept locked in the glass goldfish bowl at the top of the city.

Today, I wore dark jeans tucked into knee-high riding boots in a soft, gleaming chestnut color. They were Prada, and I was in love with them. It had been a very long time since I’d had clothes I loved and wanted to wear.

Over the top, I wore a cashmere wrap coat and had tucked my nearly waist-length white-blonde hair into a neat bun. I felt elegant as I followed Max into the upscale boutique. Another first. In my adult life, I had never felt elegant in my second-hand clothes and bargain finds. I’d never had the money to waste on clothes. It was good to face the snooty looking assistants in an enviable outfit. I liked to pretend I was above caring, but it would be a lie.

“Good afternoon. Mrs. Chernov,” one of the assistants purred, coming forward with a crocodile-like grin. Bitch smelled money in the air.

“No!” I protested at the same time as a deep voice spoke from the doorway.

“Yes, this is her.”

I whirled to see Kirill entering the shop with a coterie of black-suited men flanking him. I wondered what the hell the sales assistants thought of this man who had as much private security around him as a Saudi prince, but they barely batted an eye.

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