The Crippled Mafia King’S Forced Bride EP 8

EP 8

Natalia POV's

The evening is unusually warm, but I still feel cold all over as I step out of the restaurant.

My father grabs my arm and hastily ushers me toward the car, asking me questions along the way, but I can’t focus on his words. I open the passenger door and sit down

My legs are trembling. Looks like the adrenaline ran out and I’m feeling the aftereffects

I’ve never been as scared as the moment I entered that restaurant, wondering if they had changed their minds and decided to kill us

The wheelchair didn’t fool me, I knew who I was facing the moment our gazes met—a stone-cold killer.

Rodion Ivanov

I assumed he was some elderly guy with a beer belly and receding hairline. Why would he be blackmailing a woman into marriage otherwise? I couldn’t have been more wrong.

During our conversation, I tried my best to keep my eyes fixated on his, but I still managed to steal a few glances elsewhere.

The man is incredibly handsome

That was evident even in the scarce light. I couldn’t pinpoint his height, but with him in a sitting position and me standing, our heads were at the same level

He surely had more than a foot on me. It’s not a nice thing to say, but I was relieved he was in a wheelchair. Being near tall men is a serious problem for me, and the idea of being stuck together with one for six months sent me into a shitstorm of panic.

Samuel Grey/FL Dad

Natalia*yell*

Samuel Grey/FL Dad

Are you even hearing me?

Samuel Grey/FL Dad

What the hell happened inside?

Samuel Grey/FL Dad

I tried to go in but the goons wouldn’t let me

I take a deep breath and, watching the cars pass us on the driveway, start giving him the short version of the deal I made with the head of the Russian underworld

The less he knows, the better