All Chapters of The Mafia King's Collateral : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

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I'm just happy

Liora’s POVThe moment the wheels touched down on familiar ground, my heart began racing with a beautiful mix of excitement and nerves. The island had felt like a dream — endless blue skies, soft kisses, and a version of Nikolai I’d fallen impossibly deeper in love with. But home meant Alora. It meant reality. And after everything we’d healed on that island, I was terrified and thrilled to see how our new light would hold up in the world that had tried so hard to break us.Nikolai’s hand never left mine during the drive back to the mansion. His thumb stroked slow, reassuring circles over my knuckles, and every few minutes he’d lift my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there like he needed the constant reminder that I was real.“You’re quiet,” he murmured, gray eyes searching my face in the dim interior of the armored SUV.“I’m just… happy,” I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder. “And a little scared that the shadows will feel heavier after tasting so much sun.”He tilte

You always are

Liora’s POVThe days after our return settled into a beautiful, careful rhythm. Mornings belonged to Alora, her giggles filling the dining room as she demanded Nikolai carry her on his shoulders around the table. Afternoons often pulled him into the war room, but evenings were ours again. Soft. Intentional. A quiet rebellion against the shadows that still lingered at the edges of our world.This morning, I found him in the study earlier than usual, staring at a tablet with that familiar crease between his brows. The Reaper was hovering close again. I could see it in the set of his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened as he read the latest report on Elias’s remaining fragments.I didn’t knock. I simply walked in, slipped behind his chair, and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind. My cheek pressed to his temple.“Come back to me, baby,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss just below his ear.He exhaled slowly, the tension easing as he set the tablet down and pulled me around into

Badly hurt

Liora’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the family wing, casting warm golden patterns across the polished floors. Everything felt peaceful, almost too peaceful after the intensity of the past weeks. Alora was a bundle of pure joy, her little legs stronger every day since the poison had been purged from her body. She’d been running circles around the sitting room, giggling as Nikolai pretended to chase her on all fours like a big, clumsy bear.“Catch me, Daddy!” she squealed, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.I watched from the doorway, heart so full it ached. Nikolai’s deep laughter echoed through the space — that rare, unrestrained sound I’d come to cherish since the island. He let her “escape” again and again, scooping her up only to tickle her until she shrieked with delight. Maria stood nearby, smiling softly as she folded laundry.“Be careful on the stairs, baby,” I called gently as Alora darted toward the grand staircase that connected the famil

It's not your fault

Liora’s POV The medical wing felt colder than I remembered. The steady beep of monitors filled the air like a cruel countdown, each sound a painful reminder that my baby was still hurting. Alora lay in the reinforced hospital bed, her small body looking heartbreakingly fragile under the crisp white sheets. An IV dripped steadily into her arm, pain medication keeping her comfortable while the doctors monitored her concussion and the swelling in her broken arm.I hadn’t left her side for hours. My hand wrapped gently around her uninjured fingers, thumb stroking slow circles over her soft skin. Every shallow breath she took sent fresh waves of fear through me. The fall kept replaying in my mind, that terrible moment when her little foot slipped, her cry as she tumbled, the sickening sound when she hit the bottom.Nikolai sat on the other side of the bed, his massive frame hunched forward, elbows on his knees. His stormy gray eyes never left Alora’s face. The powerful Pakhan who had

All three of us

Liora’s POVThe medical wing had become our temporary world. Hours blurred into one another, marked only by the steady rhythm of monitors and the soft rise and fall of Alora’s chest. I hadn’t slept more than a few minutes at a time, my body curled carefully beside her on the wide bed, one hand always touching some part of her, her uninjured fingers, her soft curls, the edge of her blanket.Nikolai refused to leave either. He sat in the armchair pulled right up to the bed, looking rumpled and exhausted but fiercely present. Every time Alora stirred or whimpered, he was there, murmuring gentle Russian endearments, stroking her hair with a tenderness that made my heart ache.“She’s going to be okay,” I whispered for what felt like the hundredth time, more to convince myself than him. “The doctor said the swelling is going down.”Nikolai nodded, but his stormy gray eyes remained fixed on our daughter’s pale face. The guilt from earlier still lingered in the tight set of his jaw, but he

I have to follow you

Liora’s POVMorning light crept softly through the curtains of our bedroom, gentle and golden after the long, emotional night. I woke slowly, nestled against Nikolai’s side, my head on his chest and one leg draped over his. For a moment, everything felt peaceful, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear, the warmth of his body, the quiet safety of being wrapped in his arms.But something felt off.His skin was too warm. Hot, almost. I pressed my palm to his forehead, and my heart clenched. Fever. Not dangerously high, but enough to make worry bloom in my chest.“Baby,” I whispered, gently stroking his cheek. “Nikolai… wake up for me.”His eyelids fluttered, stormy gray eyes opening with visible effort. He tried to smile, but it came out weak, strained. “Morning, moya koroleva,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “What time is it?”“You’re burning up,” I said softly, sitting up and brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. “How are you feeling?”He tried to brush it off, the stubb

Such a good artist

Liora’s POVThe hallway felt longer than usual as I walked from our bedroom to the medical wing where Alora was resting. My heart tugged in two directions, one part still with Nikolai, feverish and vulnerable in our bed, the other pulling me toward our daughter who needed her mother just as much. The mansion was quiet this morning, the usual hum of security and staff subdued out of respect for what our family was going through.I slipped into Alora’s room quietly, the soft lighting and gentle beeps of monitors greeting me. She was propped up in bed, her broken arm carefully splinted and elevated, a few colorful bandages on her forehead from the fall. Maria sat in the chair beside her, reading from a picture book, but Alora’s eyes lit up the moment she saw me.“Mommy!” Her voice was still a little weak, but the joy in it wrapped around my heart like a warm hug.I crossed the room quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her into a careful embrace, mindful of her injuries. “

I don't deserve this

Liora’s POVThe door to our bedroom clicked softly behind me as I slipped back inside, the weight of the medical wing lifting slightly from my shoulders. Alora had been resting peacefully when I left her, her small hand still clutching the seashell we’d brought from the island. Seeing her like that, healing, surrounded by love, had filled me with a quiet kind of hope I desperately needed.Nikolai was still in bed where I’d left him, propped against the pillows with a slight flush to his cheeks from the lingering fever. His stormy gray eyes found me immediately, softening with relief and that deep, addictive warmth that always made my heart skip.“You’re back,” he murmured, voice still raspy but full of quiet joy.I smiled, crossing the room and climbing onto the bed beside him. “Of course I’m back. I promised, didn’t I?”He reached for me without hesitation, pulling me gently into his arms until I was curled against his chest. His body was still warm from the fever, but his hold wa

Better than okay

Liora’s POVThe morning light felt gentler today, like the mansion itself was breathing easier along with us. I woke to the sound of Alora’s soft giggles drifting from the medical wing monitor, a sound that lifted the weight from my chest like nothing else could. Nikolai was still asleep beside me, his breathing steady and his fever finally broken overnight. I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before slipping out of bed, careful not to wake him.Alora’s room smelled like fresh flowers and healing. She was sitting up in bed, her broken arm still splinted but her eyes bright and alert. The doctor had just finished his morning check and gave me a reassuring nod as he left.“Mommy!” Alora reached for me with her good arm, her face lighting up in that way that always melted me completely.I gathered her close, mindful of her injuries, and breathed in her familiar scent. “Good morning, my brave girl. How are you feeling today?”“Better,” she said, snuggling into me. “Arm still ouchy bu

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