All Chapters of BLOOD AND VOWS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Eleven

ELENA'S POV:Knock, knock!!“Open up, baby. it's me.” Pause “It's your mother, open up— he's gone already.”Relief flooded through me, I pushed off from the floor where I had been sitting and crying my heart and eyes out. The moment I opened the door, more tears burst out of me before I could stop myself. I sobbed and shuddered, mom pulled me into a hug, patting me gently on the back while I buried my face in her neck, sniffing and shuddering and letting out muffled sobs.“It's going to be alright baby. It's going to be alright.”But we both knew this was going to be everything else, except alright. This entire marriage was not, would not work.Another sob tore through me, shaking me violently. Grace had been right! What did I expect from getting married to a Mafia boss, a killer? He could have done whatever he wanted without me being able to stop him last night.“I hate him.” I croaked. “I hate him mom, I can't stand him at all.” My voice was fierce and broken.“No one likes him Ele

Save her

DIMITRI'S POV:I watched as a pick-up truck slowly made its way up the long drive. Thick sheets of rain drummed over the truck and even though the truck’s windshield wipers performed a frantic dance back and forth, it was completely useless against the rain.“What do you want me to do boss?” Cessare asked over the radio.“Don't do anything yet. We'll strike only after he makes contact with the dealer— for now keep your eyes out.” “Don.” Matteo called, I flicked the radio transmitter off and turned to him, a frown on my face.“What?”“Why don't we just deal with him now and seize the weapons off the truck.” He asked.I shook my head. “No.” My voice was firm and resolute.Matteo's idea of conflict avoidance involved killing anyone he thought might at any point cause even a hint of friction. I had to monitor him carefully everytime he was giving an assignment. Matteo was too impulsive!Good but bad as well!To be certain I wasn't misunderstood, I added. “We're not killing Rodriguez, tha

Thirteen

DIMITRI'S POV:I took the elevator straight to the last floor of our mansion and literally jumped out immediately as the compartment doors dinged and slithered open.I tried to regain my cool as I walked up to the door and entered the password. Immediately I stepped in, I found Yvvette my house keeper. She had just stepped in to the room from the kitchen at the same time, she halted the moment she saw me and gave a small bow.Which I didn't bother acknowledging.“Where's my wife?” I asked coldly.“She’s still upstairs locked in her room.” She replied simply, not daring to meet my gaze.I swallowed the anger tightening in my chest and glared at her. “Have you given her anything to eat?”She shook her head. “No sir, I just sent some food upstairs not quite long. She hasn’t touched anything or even opened up even once.”A vein twitched in my arms. “You're dismissed.” I said, before turning to the stairs. Ignoring her completely.There was only one thing that mattered now. I had to ensur

He saw me!!

Elena's POV: My mouth fell wide open before I could stop myself and a gasp burst out. His eyes narrowed together, watching me hungrily for just another second longer before I dived back into the bathroom. I had never moved so fast in my entire life. “Elena.” He growled. “Get out.” I cried back, feeling my chest pounding fiercely threatening to break lose. “Come out, I want to talk to you.” His footsteps echoed on the floor, drawing closer to the bathroom. I flung the door shut with trembling hands and turned the bolt in. “Elena!” He growled again, his voice floating from just outside the door. My knees buckled, I sank back against the door blocking it with my own weight and holding my breath. He couldn't hear me. He shouldn't hear me. What was he doing here anyway? “Elena, open up. We need to talk!” “I have nothing to say to you.” I cried back. I heard him sigh, a slow painful release that tore through him like a defeated soldier. Then his footsteps rece

The Therapist

Elena's POV:A therapist?Dimitri Volkov had sent me a therapist?I whipped around, turning my back on Yvvette and facing Mother.Of course, she had told me he was bringing in a therapist but how could I, have known he'd actually do it.What I needed was out of this marriage, not therapy. Not any stupid therapy!“I guess that's my cue to be on my way then.” Mother said, cutting through my thoughts. My grip still on the door handle tightened, my pulse kicked up.I wanted her to stay.She had to stay!But there was literally nothing I could do. Nothing! This was already decided.Women were powerless in this world. This stupid world, we did only what we were commanded to. Nothing more. Nothing less.“Ma'am.” Yvvette called from behind me. “Just go!” I said over my shoulder. “But what should I tell her.”The answer almost rushed out of my mouth before Mother locked eyes with me and shook her head. I bit my lower lip, pulling it in.“You have to see your therapist, baby.”“I don't need a

Just Her

DIMITRI'S POV:"We found another warehouse." Cesare said, standing just inside the office door. "We believe it's where Malthius stashed the goods."I leaned back in my seat and looked around the room. Luca sat to my left, Romero to my right, both waiting."And father?" I asked."All clear in New York. But Malthius is gaining ground fast."Romero crossed his arms over his chest and Without saying a word his disapproval of Malthius' operations was evident in his narrowed eyes and the straight line of his lips, pressed together.Luca's jaw tightened. "We have to do something and very fast."I agreed with him. The problem was how. Malthius was Russian, pure blood, and the Leader wouldn't touch him. Whatever we did, we were doing alone."Romero." I prompted, turning my attention to my Junior brother, who had been quiet the whole time. "fill us in on everything going on, on this Malthius case."Romero shifted in his chair and clutched his hands together in front of him. “From what we’ve bee

Not Adding Up!

ELENA'S POV:I scowled in frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My figure had shrunken considerably from constant starvation and crying indoors. Like June had said yesterday, I had no choice in this marriage and since I couldn't change the outcome no matter what. I might as well do it well.So here we go..I ran a comb through my hair and rolled my eyes in exasperation, my gaze staring back at the pale, dark haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, urging me not to give up.With a sigh, I stood up from the dressing table and made my way slowly out of the bedroom. Yvvette had announced Breakfast a long time ago but I'd been too lazy to join them. I walked in to the dining room to meet Dimitri already sitting there, fully dressed up in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie. A newspaper was held up firmly covering half of his face, but I could make out his expression from behind the newspaper mask— He looked bored. Too bored.He looked up when I d

Firm Resolve

ELENA'S POV:"So when you ask me if I feel like I have immense power, dear wife. My answer is yes. I want to possess things and I want things to go my way, I am a mob boss after all." He said, pausing to laugh at the last word like it was a dry joke, before continuing. "And whatever you think of me as. Your opinion wouldn't change anything about what I do or how I do it."He smiled at me, but again the smile didn't touch his eyes."Now if you'll stop gaping and eat your food. I think we can make progress with our discussion." He pointed out.It was only then I realized I hadn't been eating, I dropped the fork back on the plate with a clatter and reached for the glass of orange juice Yvette had brought when she came in earlier.I swallowed hard before gulping down the juice. The temperature in the room was rising or maybe it was just me. I wanted desperately to pull back my seat and scurry off the table but for the first time in a long while, I found myself doing just the opposite.The

Our Joint Mess!

ELENA'S POV:Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. In the past week, I managed to compare what I felt for Dimitri, to what I was expected to feel for him and my observation was just messed up.Love and hate are visceral. My stomach turns and twists at the thought of Dimitri. The heart in my chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through my flesh and clothes and I'm on the brink of fight or flight. My appetite and sleep are shredded.Every interaction spikes my blood with a dangerous kind of adrenaline. The sheer terror of him scares me. But that wasn't anymore, well— I was going to turn that fucking tide around.The car slowed down in front of an Asian Restaurant on the outskirts of town. Umberto rushed out to help me hold the door but I beat him to it, before he could run over.He looked uneasily at me then back at the restaurant I was heading for, then with another fluid swift motion, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face helplessly.

Let Myself Breathe

ELENA'S POV:The relaxation I'd felt during the car ride evaporated the moment, Dimitri and I returned to the towering, imposing mansion.I went into the bathroom immediately. I stepped into the bedroom and took my time getting ready before I returned.Dimitri's eyes took in my long dark satin gown. It reached my calves but had a slit that went up to my thighs.The desire in his eyes made my stomach churn in alarm.I looked away before his eyes could make me forget what I had been thinking about all evening.“I’ll have Yvvette prepare something for you, so you don't get hungover.” He said finally, laughing softly at me and he pushed off from the armchair he was sitting in and walked past me into the bathroom.“I don't want anything.” I called after him, before making my way towards the window and busied myself with watching the nightly skyline. I was almost as nervous as that first night. This was the first time in days that we were sharing the same space without tension pulling us ap

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