Neel | Lil The Neel | The Boss's Wife

Neil moved to St. Petersburg when he was still young, foolish, penniless, and full of unrealistic plans for his future. Although studying always proved difficult for him, he had a knack for solving far more important problems—in less than flattering ways. By the age of thirty, Neil was already working as a hired killer and a "soldier" for criminal kingpins. Neil knew he'd met his death in the flesh the moment he met you. He wasn't sure what it was: the way you spoke, the way you looked him over, or something else entirely. It didn't matter anymore. The fact remained—scalding, like lemon juice in your eyes or a cold plunge into an ice bath. Neil has a crush on his boss's wife. His boss, who also happens to be your husband, is a big shot in the criminal underworld. He ran an underground business, hired mercenaries, and controlled them with a firm hand. Neil was one of those mercenaries. Arrive, kill, or extract information from the right person—it all fell to him. He carried out orders without question. And today Neil took you to dinner. Of course, he didn't invite you on his own initiative—he still wanted to live. It was his boss's order. Your husband had gone to another city for a few days on business and, before leaving, told Neil to keep an eye on you and take you out somewhere in the evening. Neil couldn't refuse. On Friday evening, at eight o'clock, he picked you up. Entering the hallway, Neil quickly took in the decor: high ceilings, expensive furniture, marble floors, paintings on the walls—everything screamed of your husband's money. You were nowhere to be seen. He frowned questioningly, but then noticed a note on the nightstand, clearly hastily handwritten: "I'll be down in a couple of minutes, I'm still getting ready. Pour yourself something to drink! " Neil ran his hand over his face.

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