Cade "I can't do anything without her. She's the reason why I can feel something."

I barely opened my eyes and wanted to move, but both my wrists were held by the handcuffs. Melissa. It seems I ruined my life by finding her. "What do you think..." I raised my head and saw her sitting on the chair opposite. "Should I start with torture or kill you right away?" "Judge, because I'm naked, you've already chosen torture."

I fell asleep hugging her fully clothed. I remember it very well because I decided to take revenge on her for her words yesterday and handcuff her to the bed, forcing her to sleep next to her husband. To me. But how was I to know that handcuffs can't hold a person like Melissa?

She smirked. "Did you really think I couldn't get out?" Her eyebrow rose perfectly. "I'm a woman. I always have a clip in my hair."

"Untie me." I said through clenched teeth. God. This woman. She wants me to think of her as Charlotte, but isn't she my Melissa? So powerful, so hot, so dangerous. Only a woman like her could tie me up and make me kneel.

"No." She chuckled. "I want to discuss our terms in this lovely atmosphere. I absolutely love it when you're completely at my mercy." Her elbows rested on her knees, resting her chin on her palms as she leaned forward. "It just seemed to me like you weren't quite ready to talk yesterday."

A muscle in my jaw twitched at how casual her voice sounded. It's not unusual for Melissa to fuck her husband's face and want a divorce at the same time. That's what irritates me. Natasha was right, she has power over me even if my second desire after being inside her again is to strangle her or grind her into dust.

"Your mouth was also ready to only moan." "I didn't pretend, I liked it." Her shoulder twitched, but there was nothing like fear in her gaze. "We'll start with that." "With what exactly?" "Because if you touch me again I'll kill you." My hands twitched but the pain in my wrists reminded me of the handcuffs. Fuck. "Yesterday I kept my word and you fucked me but... next time I'll only sit on your cock if my pussy gets wet and not because your dick is hard. Until then, use your hand, my dear husband."

"I don't need that from you, trust me." Anger made me sound like I was ready to torture the man. "Oh, I believe you." She exhaled again. "Oh, by the way, judge by your blue balls, I think it's time you did that as soon as I'm gone."

Agreed. I'm a fucking liar but I can't resist a sexy woman like her. Love may have turned to hate but my initial obsession couldn't just go away. Our toxicity in the relationship felt like air that could choke a flower and poison people.

But so what? She came to me as an 18 year old girl with a sharp tongue and a stubborn attitude. Usually, the wife of the Russian mafia boss could sit silently for hours at dinner and behave like a shadow. But not my wife. Melissa could come and declare that she wanted to learn how to shoot or handle a knife. Or go with other men to kill, torture and melt our enemies.

Of course, many at first snorted and grinned, thinking that once you allow her what she wants, this woman will become a docile kitty. But everyone somehow opened their mouths and fell silent when she dragged the corpse of a big man with her own hands. And I just looked at her with all my pride.

"I don't care about your balls though." Her back leaned back in the chair, throwing her leg over the other, her eyes continuing to roam over my bare chest. "You already know I want your money, the penthouse and the divorce but I also need a week to pack my things and move in with you and talk to Alex." "No, you won't go to him." I literally growled. "I'll go. He's my brother."

He was also a Don of the Italian mafia. I figured about this only much later that it turned out that her father had been sleeping with a married woman for a long time. She was married to the previous Don and gave birth to a son. Damn Alex Montelli who was my other enemy. We were on the verge of starting a war but a wall arose between us in the form of his sister.

"I don't care." I clenched my fists tighter. "There's no need." "There is, I need my brother." I wanted to open my mouth again, but she shut me up with a gesture. "Be quite as good boy. I'm not finished yet. I will need complete information and I myself will think about how to best find out the information we need and you will no longer ask about my reasons. You have your own goals, I have mine, but we are connected by this traitor."

Her words were racing through my head so fast. For the first time, she had openly stated that something more than dislike for me had forced her to run away and hide behind the name Charlotte. Interesting.

"Is that all?" I asked boredly. "Yes." Melissa nodded. "Then now listen to my three conditions." "Of course you have them." "Of course." I sat up a little. "You'll divorce John, you got it right that you'll live here and you'll at least try to behave decently and not try to kill me or the whole plan will fail and of course no one except you, me, Lin and Dean should know about our revenge."

For a while my wife was silent, but then she slowly stood up. "Business is business and I think as soon as John wakes up he'll definitely want a divorce." Her fingers deftly combed through her hair, taking out that deadly hairpin. "Blood for blood, Cade Kirillov."

I just silently watched as her petite body moved towards me in the same equal dress. At first she slowly opened the handcuffs and a sigh of relief filled the space but all my attention was on how close she bent down.

My palm began to sting from the small cut that was already on both my and her palms. Having done this, Melissa swam across our hands and drops of blood began to drip onto my chest. We both watched as our blood intertwined and flowed down me lower and lower.

We both knew we had to say our vows but neither of us dared to do it. As if nothing important was happening. I just felt the warmth of her palm and our DNA and it could have lasted forever if not for the loudest scream from the first floor. "Where the hell is my wife?" Oh, dear John...you seem to have just found yourself dead.

***

This idiot has been hanging around my living room like a fucking coward for half an hour now. I was so tired of how boring it was that I just sat down on the couch and watched them. As soon as he screamed, Melissa quickly let me go and went downstairs. At that time, I was just slowly getting dressed when I saw that everyone had come running, probably because they thought a deer was giving birth in my living room.

In the end, Lin just put him to sleep and didn't kill him. While Dean, Lin and Natasha were also bored and went back to sleep, Melissa continued to silently listen to John's hysteria and I decided to remain silent too. For now.

I bet that in 15 minutes her patience would snap, but I was wrong by 5 minutes. "Oh, shut up, John." The sound of the slap echoed in my ears and I settled down with interest. And so it began.

"Who are you?" He breathed. "Tell me the truth." "You want the truth?" She wiped her palms on the fabric of her dress. "Okay, fine. I'm not exactly an ordinary girl, in the distant past I was part of the mafia and was one of the best shooters..." As my good girl, of course she was.

John opened his mouth and then closed it, looking frantically from me to our wife. "Is there anything else I should know?" her almost ex-husband asked. "Ummm..." Melissa scratched the back of her head. "Like why is he here?" His head tilted towards me. "Even though we've been enemies for a long time, you're in danger, so it's best not to approach him or look at him." "Why me?" "He's a little bit obsessed with the idea of getting hold of me again." "I would say that I can't live without you and your unbearable attitude , krasavica." Her whole body shook from my voice. Rather from my words.

"John, we're going to leave here now and I'll explain everything to you." Still, they both ignored me. He nodded. "But first tell me who is he?" The idiot persisted. "I'm her husband." I hissed. "Ex-husband."

His eyes grew even larger, but it was clear that the shock was too strong for him to ask a normal question. "As your second husband, I'm interested in who made the decision that we needed a divorce?" My chuckle and John's question made her bite her lip painfully. "Actually, we never got divorced." "Yeah, she just changed her identity and married you." I said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Welcome to her harem but now get out of my house."

***

I sat at the table, turning a glass of whiskey in my hands. The amber liquid splashed from side to side, calming me. They left a few hours ago with Lin, Dean went to the company and Natasha... "Alcohol won't help you." She continued to watch me sullenly from the corner of the dining room.

"You're so cute." I snorted, taking another big sip. "You should just sit down and drink with me and tell me everything to my face." "You think I need alcohol for this?" She snorted again. "You took my daughter away from me." "Oh, so she's like your daughter?" "Always was." "So you know, she left on her own." "So what? You were the reason." "You know something, right?" My eyes narrowed. "Even if that's the case, I love you both too much to say anything."

Now everything became much more complicated, but at the same time, I understood that perhaps Natasha was right about something. We would have continued to remain silent, but the ringing of the elevator made me understand that Dean had returned, which meant that this topic would not be raised again.

"I'm home!" He shouted as he passed her and hugged her shoulders. "My beloved Natasha." "Get your hands off me." Her face contorted in disgust as she walked away. "I don't like you." With that, Natasha walked away, causing the poor guy to walk wearily towards me.

"She'll never like me, will she?" His ass sank onto the chair next to her. "She doesn't like Americans." "I'm not surprised." He scratched his jaw thoughtfully. "Do you think Lin and Melissa haven't killed each other yet?" "I don't think so."

"Listen, maybe someone else could take her place?" "Do you really think there's another woman out there who's so cunning, capable, smart, and hot all at the same time?" I raised an eyebrow. "You're a dreamer." "But how do you know you can trust her? What if a traitor helped her escape too? She doesn't like you very much."

I knew what he was talking about. Three months ago we started creating a plan to figure out the enemy, but all this time I knew Melissa would be needed for this. But I never once thought about what Dean was talking about.

But I knew her. She is emotional, impulsive and too dangerous but also strong. My wife would never weaken so much to do something like that. Although enemies are not trusted but we both did it for each other. Trusted. Wanted. Dying from how much we are drawn to each other.

"No. She would never do that. She has her own goals for this plan." "As you say." Both hands went up in defeat. "And what will happen between you and her now?" "Nothing. Just a two-month deal." "Oh, gods, you are such a liar. It seems you created the illusion of hatred yourself just to avoid admitting that you want to be as close as possible." "Not exactly." But I knew one thing for sure. She was the only one and I would be an idiot if I didn't enjoy our anger every fucking second of our collaboration.

———————— From Jannel:

Hey, I just wanted to clear up a few things so you don't get confused.

1. At that moment, our characters live as Charlotte and Cade, but their real names are Melissa and Roman. BUT she doesn't want to live as she did in the past with him and don't want to think of him as Roman, so she calls him Cade, and he will always think of her as his wife, Melissa.👩🏻🧑🏻

2. Of course all quotes from Tik Tok will be in this book, but you need to wait because I just started university and will be able to post only 2 chapters in week on Fridays and Sundays.✍️

3. Everything I write is invented by me, especially the "crawl to me" scene. I know that this is in many books, but it was my girl who did this on the table. 😉

4. Please be more careful when you are reading this book, a lot of things here is connected with the past and the text written in Italic format is a his or her memory from the past.❗️

5. And I just want you to understand that I am absolutely not a real writer and, first of all, I do this for my pleasure but I am so thankful for everyone who supports me with their comments.💖

That's all. I hope you enjoy and will continue to enjoy this book in the future. Love you.❤️