Page 14 of Savage Mafia King

Dimitri stands at the edge of the room, pacing like a caged predator, his phone clenched tightly in his hand. His movements are sharp, filled with barely contained rage. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension. I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. I can barely focus on anything but the steady ticking of the clock on the wall, each tick like a countdown to something terrible.

He’s been on the phone with his cousin for the past few minutes, his voice low and dangerous, every word dripping with the promise of violence. I can’t make out every word, but I hear enough. He’s planning something. Something brutal.

“Enzo,” Dimitri growls, his voice so dark it sends a shiver down my spine. “They crossed the fucking line.”

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to stay calm, trying to breathe, but the fear is suffocating. My mind races, darting back to the Russian in the coatroom, the way he loomed over me, threatening to snap my neck as if it would take no more than a flick of his wrist. I feel so small again, like when we first lost our father—lost everything.

“Dimitri, please,” I whisper, but my voice sounds so fragile, so weak against the storm of rage that’s brewing inside him. He doesn’t hear me. Or maybe he does, but right now, he’s beyond reasoning.

I stare out the window, the world outside dimly lit by the soft glow of streetlights. The garden below sways gently in the evening breeze, a stark contrast to the chaos building inside this house. It’s beautiful, peaceful—everything I should feel safe in. But right now, it feels like a trap, like the world could close in at any moment.

“Fucking Russians think they can touch my wife,” Dimitri hisses, his back turned to me, his voice venomous as he continues his conversation. “I’ll show them what happens when they go after what’s mine.”

The way he says it—mine—sends a chill through me. I’m not just scared of the Russians anymore. I’m scared ofhim. That cold fury in his voice, the way his body tenses with every word, it’s like he’s a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.

And I know when Dimitri explodes, there’s blood. There’s always blood.

The memory of him, that first night after we married, when I realized how dangerous he truly was, flashes through my mind. I’d seen his temper before, but this… this is different. This is war. He’s going to make them pay.

He ends the call abruptly, his phone clattering onto the dresser as he runs a hand through his hair. His eyes, dark and wild, finally meet mine, and for a moment, I see the man I married—the man who promised to protect me. But that promise is wrapped in violence, and right now, I don’t know which side of him is more terrifying.

“I’m going to fix this,” he says, his voice low and deadly, as he grabs his coat and turns toward the door. “They’ll never come near you or Marie again. Not after I’m done with them.”

He’s leaving. Going straight into the storm he’s planning to unleash. I want to stop him, to beg him not to go, but the words won’t come. I can’t stop him. This is who he is. This is what he does.

But it doesn’t make the fear any easier to bear.

The door slams behind him, the sound echoing through the empty house, and I’m left standing in the middle of the room, my body frozen with fear. The silence that follows is deafening. My heart races, and suddenly, the house that once felt so safe now feels like a prison. The walls are too close, the air too thin. My legs tremble as I move toward the door.

I have to find Marie.

I rush through the hallways, my footsteps soft against the carpet as I navigate the vast, dimly lit corridors of this mansion. Everything feels too big, too open. Too vulnerable. I need to get to Marie. We’ve been through this before, hiding, running,surviving. But this time, it’s different. This time, I’m not the one leading us to safety. Dimitri has surrounded us with guards, an arsenal of protection at every corner of this house, but that only reminds me how dangerous things really are.

I reach Marie’s room and push the door open quietly. She’s sitting on her bed, flipping through a book, completely oblivious to the storm raging outside our door. She looks up, smiling at me, but the smile quickly fades when she sees my face.

“Elena? What’s wrong?”

I don’t answer right away. Instead, I walk over to her, my legs feeling like lead, and sit on the edge of the bed. I gather her in my arms, holding her tight, her small frame fitting perfectly against me.

“We’re going to stay in here for a while, okay?” I say, trying to keep my voice calm. “Just like we used to.”

Marie’s eyes widen with fear, her grip tightening on me. “Is something happening? Is Dimitri... is he okay?”

I don’t know how to answer her. I don’t even know ifI’mokay. The only thing I know is that Dimitri is out there, furious, and he won’t stop until he’s spilled blood. The idea terrifies me, but it also makes me feel safe in a twisted way. I know he’ll protect us, but at what cost?

I pull Marie closer, pressing my cheek to her hair as I listen to her quiet breathing. I don’t want her to feel this fear, to carry the same weight I do. But right now, all I can do is hold her, keep her close, and wait.

The room feels both too big and too small at the same time, the shadows on the walls creeping in as the night deepens.Outside the door, I can hear the guards shifting, their presence a reminder that we’re never truly alone. There’s an entire arsenal between us and the world outside, but it doesn’t stop the fear from creeping in.

I close my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. Dimitri will protect us. Hehasto protect us.

But the fear remains. It’s always there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for the moment it can take hold again.

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Dimitri

The second I step out of the house, the cold air hits me, but it doesn’t do a damn thing to cool the rage boiling inside me. My fists clench at my sides as I make my way toward the SUV, every step filled with a burning, lethal purpose. The Russian fuck who dared threaten Elena at Marie’s school—he’s just the start. Tonight, I’m going to wipe out every one of them. They’ve crossed a line, and there’s no coming back from that. Not with me.

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