The Mafia And His Angel: Part 3 Read Online Lylah James (Tainted Hearts #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tainted Hearts Series by Lylah James
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
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Our lips joined together in a feather-light touch. “You are my Angel.”

Ayla closed her eyes, and I felt the tension in her shoulders slowly slipping away.

“When I…was with…the Devil…you were my savior. You are not hers. You can’t…be hers,” Ayla continued, breaking my heart further.

“Shh…I’m not hers. I’m yours, Angel. Only yours. I was yours before. I am now. And I will always be yours. Just like you are mine,” I whispered in her ears, hoping she would remember those words later.

“Just like I am your savior. You are my beautiful Angel.”

She hummed against my chest. Her eyes were closed, and I knew she was quickly drifting off to sleep.

Smiling, I stared at the beauty in my arms.

I am going to wait for you, Angel. Forever. This is my fucking vow to you.

Chapter 10

1 week later

“Turn around,” I ordered softly. Ayla did as she was told and gave me her back.

“Is the water too hot?” I asked, soaping up her spine.

“No,” she replied quietly.

I smiled at her answer and continued to wash her. I rubbed down her legs and then turned her around. Squeezing some shampoo in my palm, I massaged her hair.

She closed her eyes and leaned toward me. I chuckled and quickly rinsed her off. “There you go. All done.”

Ayla opened her eyes and stared at me, her eyes void of any emotion. “Thank you.”

I kissed her lips and helped her out of the shower. After wrapping towels around us both, I dried her hair.

She sighed almost dreamily before leaning against my chest. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Do you want me to brush your hair?”

She nodded again. “Please.”

We walked into the bedroom, and she settled on the bed. I climbed behind her and started to comb her hair until it was smooth and shiny.

“All done,” I muttered, kissing her shoulder. “You look beautiful, Angel.”

I saw a small hint of a smile on her lips. It made me giddy, seeing our progress.

“The most beautiful.” The corner of her lips tilted up in a ghost smile. “What about me?” I teased.

I got off the bed and stood in front of her. Ayla stared up at me, her mouth open. I knew I was pushing it. Ayla didn’t speak more than a few words.

Yes. No. Okay. Please. Thank you.

Sometimes she would speak a sentence if it was something she really wanted to say. But that was rarely.

If she spoke, it was only to me.

It drove Maddie crazy that Ayla wouldn’t speak to her.

Ayla was mostly quiet and observant.

If she showed any emotions, it was because I did something that reminded her of the past. She still hadn’t played a song on the piano.

But I knew being in that room brought her peace. Just like the creek. She always wore a serene look on her face whenever she was there.

Her eyes would twinkle in the slightest way, showing the little bits of happiness she was feeling in those moments.

Ayla cleared her throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. She bit down on her lips nervously and looked down at her lap.

“It’s okay,” I quickly amended.

Holding her chin, I smiled. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.”

Giving her a kiss on the forehead, I pulled away. “I need to go change.”

“You are beautiful.”

My mouth fell open, and I quickly snapped it shut. I almost choked on my breath and had to swallow several times.

She had said it so quick, and now she was avoiding my eyes.

I smiled. She was so precious.

I couldn’t help but smirk when I answered. “Thank you, Angel. Although I wouldn’t have minded if you called me sinfully, deliciously sexy. It would have done great wonders for my already big ego.”

She sucked in a surprised breath, her eyes widening. “You remember that too?” I muttered.

When she didn’t answer, I kissed her lips and pulled away. “I need to take care of some things. You can nap, and we will go to the piano room when I get back.”

Ayla nodded mutely, and I went into the closet. After dressing, I walked out to see Ayla already in bed.

Giving her a final glance, I walked out.

I met Viktor in the gym. “Ayla spoke for the first time when she saw me hurt,” I started.

Viktor stared at me in surprise and then smirked before busting into laughter. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

“Fuck you,” I growled, landing a punch on the punching bag. My knuckles were bare, and I knew they would be bleeding soon.

“Sorry, not interested. I love wet pussies better,” Viktor laughed, rolling his sleeves up.

I landed more furious punches against the bag, my knuckles already raw and the skin bleeding.

“So how badly do you want me to fuck you up?” he asked, moving closer.

“I thought you said you were interested in pussies?”

“Can I use your spiral knife?”


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