Page 73 of Debt to the Mafia King
“Do you want me to suck your—”
Seductively, she rolled from the bed. Her hips swaying.
I stepped away a second before her nails scraped down my chest.
I didn’t want her to touch me. She could offer me everything, and I would still say no.
Gathering up her clothes, I thrust them into her hands. “I am a married man, Manda.” I reminded her with a growl.
“You can’t seriously be telling me that little mouse of a girl is fulfilling all of your needs, Viktor.” She ran her hands down my chest. “I know you. I know what you need—” slowly she sank to her knees. Her hands squeezed my thighs.
“Get the fuck up.” Roughly, I caught her by the upper arms and lifted her. Tossing her roughly onto the bed. She bounced twice before she started to laugh.
“Oh, you want it rough tonight.” Her laughter was getting louder and louder. At any minute now, Leah might hear, and there was no way I could explain this away, even if it was innocent.
Pouncing, I covered her mouth with my hand. “Get the fuck out of here. I’m a married man, Manda, and I—” my throat worked as I swallowed. What had I just been about to say?
“Won’t break my vows,” I added in a rush.
Above my hand, Manda’s eyes widened. For a second, she looked shocked, and then she licked my palm, her wet tongue swiping against my skin. Her naked legs wrapped around my waist.
“Come on.”
“No,” roughly, I pushed her away from me. “I won’t do this. Not with you and not with anyone. Get your ass dressed, Manda, and I’ll have Ivan take you home, but you will not come back.” My face grew dark. “You will not break into our home. Is that understood? I won’t have Leah stressed out in her condition.”
Too late, I realized what I had said.
Manda’s eyes grew saucer round and then narrowed into slits. Herlips thinned. “You have to be kidding me, Viktor?” She said in a whispering hiss. Climbing to her feet, she glared at me. “You’ve knocked her up.”
“Get dressed. Now.” Again, I thrust the clothes into her arms. And this time she didn’t drop them straight away.
“Ivan will take you home.” I headed back to the door.
“You son of a bitch,” she seethed. “You got her pregnant, didn’t you. You fucking got her pregnant.” Lashing out like a snake, she slashed a small switch knife towards me.
I had a second to wonder where the hell she had got a knife from before searing pain lanced through my thigh.
“It was meant to be me.” She advanced again, only this time I was ready for her. Grabbing her wrist, I squeezed it until she dropped the blade to the floor. I kept a tight grip on her.
“Viktor.” She begged, and there were tears in her eyes. I just didn’t know if she was crying because she was upset or because I was hurting her.
And I didn’t really care either way.
“Viktor, it was meant to be you married, me you had a baby with. We were always meant to be together,” she sobbed. “You know I’m better for you than she is. We are more suited. You can’t just—”
“Enough.” Letting go of her wrist, I stepped away. My eyes flashed. “Enough, Manda. I am married to Leah. I would have never married you.”
“Everything ok in here, boss?” Ivan appeared in the doorway. “Shit, did she stab you?”
I glanced down at my blood-soaked pant leg and frowned. “It’s nothing. Can you watch her?” I already knew he would. “I need to clean this up.” The wound was bleeding pretty heavily, and I needed to bandage it. I just hoped I didn’t need stitches.
“Do you just want me to drag her—”
I glanced at Manda. She was crying, all snot and tears running down her face, and I felt sorry for her.
That was all down to Leah as well. Just being around her made me want to be a better man.
“I’ll walk her to the car myself. Just give me a few and don’t let her—” Dimly, I could hear the sound of the Christmas movie from downstairs.
