Stolen by the Mob Boss : A Russian Mafia Romance (Bratva Hitman) by Nicole Fox (first color ebook reader txt) 📕

a short time. Just three weeks ago, she probably had no clue how to do even half of this.

“Got you,” she says confidently.

“You did,” I reply. I reach up and grab her hips, tugging her down on me. This close, she can probably feel my growing erection against her thigh.

“What’s my prize? Since I got you and all?”

“What do you want?”

Lucy taps her chin and looks around, considering her options. “I want to boss you around for a little while,” she says finally.

“Oh yeah? Maybe.”

“No ‘maybes,’” she says, shaking her head. “Kiss me. Now.”

Giving up control isn’t my sort of thing, but with Lucy, I might reconsider. I pull her down towards me and press my lips to her. She lets out a tender moan and slides her arm under the back of my head, holding me just as close. Our kiss deepens and I brush my tongue over hers. She’s impatient, eager to go further, and I love every second of it.

I slide a hand down to her ass and cup her. When I squeeze, she moans again, rolling her hips down against me. My cock stirs to life. That feeling seems to come up a lot whenever I’m around Lucy. If I had it my way, there’d be a lot more of this and less talk about my assignment with Konstantin.

I don’t know what she’s doing to me. Any other assignment, I would’ve handled it by now. But when I spend time with Lucy, I almost want to call this off. Throw in the towel and find another line of work. It doesn’t make sense, and that frustrates me.

Lucy deserves the kind of guy that won’t disappear for weeks at a time to kill someone. She deserves someone that can give her what she wants, like a family and a suburban home with a white picket fence. I’m not that kind of guy. I can’t change that truth. All I can do is ignore it.

Which is exactly what I’m doing as I kiss her harder, hungrier, drowning out the doubts in my mind. There’s no point in worrying about the future. Right now is good enough for me. Judging by the noises she makes, it’s good enough for Lucy as well.

She slides her hands under my shirt and up my chest, and as I start to pull the shirt off, my phone rings. Lucy immediately rolls off me.

“It’ll be quick,” I say, sitting up. I grab my phone a few feet away and head inside the house where it’s a little more private. I lean against the island in the kitchen and answer it. “What?”

A gruff voice on the other end of the line says, “I have it.”

“Do you need me to come by and pick everything up?”

“Yeah.”

“All right,” I say, grabbing the keys from the counter. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” When I hang up, Lucy clears her throat.

“Who was that?” she asks. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and head tilted curiously. It’s not the right time to be thinking about it, but she looks adorable in her workout gear. Her sports bra and leggings combo work for her.

“The supplies are here,” I say, stuffing my wallet in my pocket.

“You gonna be long?”

“Probably not. I’m just picking it up and heading right back. Think you can hold down the fort?”

A smile crosses her face. “I think I can manage. Hurry back.”

I kiss her on the cheek and head out to the garage. The trip won’t take long, but I’m annoyed that it’s interrupting time with Lucy. We were just about to have some fun before my contact, Andrew, blue balled me. He’s lucky I need the paralytic for Konstantin, otherwise he would’ve gone straight to voicemail.

***

When I arrive, the exchange goes quickly. I hand him his money, he walks me into the back of his house and grabs the bag of supplies that I need, then hands it off to me. In and out, very few words exchanged. That’s the good thing about Andrew. He doesn’t waste time trying to catch up. He’s as focused on his money as I am on taking out Konstantin. Because of that, he makes for a good supplier whenever I need drugs that I can’t get my hands on.

I turn the car around and head back to the house. There’s a sinking feeling in my stomach that makes me wonder if Lucy will still be there. I don’t know why, but I keep expecting her to disappear. Maybe she’ll have a change of heart and decide that this life isn’t for her. Maybe she’ll realize that the business she’s getting involved in isn’t something you can really just back out of. Not when you’re in my position.

That thought is always in the back of my head.

It’s fucking annoying, always wondering if I’ll wake up one day and find her gone. I don’t like depending on her not to hurt me like that. And what isn’t helping is how much time we’ve spent together. There are moments when I wonder what this is between us. Are we just temporary coworkers, or is there something deeper going on between us?

Last night I had a dream that we got away from all this.

We lived together in some farmhouse way outside of the city. She spent all her time working on her books. I was in the fields, tending to all our animals. We had a peaceful life. The thought of me giving up this life to become a fucking farmer is hilarious to me, but I can’t lie and say I didn’t like the simplicity.

I liked the fact that there were no shady men looming over me, sending me on missions to take out people they don’t like. There was no killing, no drugging, no disposing of bodies. When I finished tending to the animals, I went back to the house and Lucy and I had sex. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to start a