Owned by the Mob Boss (7 page)

Ivan

Was she trembling? I wasn’t sure. She was staring at me like I was a puzzle she wanted to solve, which amused me. Most women didn’t want to get to know me. All they cared about was my influence, my power, and my money, and while she obviously came to me for my money—her purse and obvious desperation alluded to that—that she was trying to figure me out made me curious.

Who was she? I hadn’t even asked her for her name yet. She had me off kilter, and that was not a good thing.

But pulling her onto my lap had thrown her some, I could tell, and I decided to press that advantage first. “I need to know if we’re compatible,” I said.

And I kissed her.

She was resistant at first, her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back, but I wound my fingers through her soft hair, pushing her toward me, my tongue touching her lips, outlining them. Her hands remained on my shoulders, but she stopped pushing me away. Ah, yes, I knew women, I knew how to kiss them, and when I pressed my tongue against her mouth again, she parted her lips for me. I almost laughed as I continued to deepen the kisses, and she ended up melting in my arms despite her initial defiance.

My hands fell from her hair, down to her hips, pulling her even closer to me. I wanted to touch her, to hold her. She was a bountiful little armful, and I found myself getting harder than I’d been for a woman in a long while. Lately, women left and right had been boring me. We would fuck once or twice, and then I would move onto the next. If I was searching for something, I hadn’t found it yet. What that something might be, I didn’t know, and that was almost as frustrating as not finding it.

As I continued to kiss her, my hand trailed up her dress, pulling it above her thighs, and the thought of having my way with her right here, right now crossed my mind.

I didn’t, of course. This wasn’t a typical relationship. We weren’t going to fuck. We were going to enter into a business contract, which meant that i’s had to be dotted and t’s crossed first.

But my cock being this hard told me all I needed to know. She would do.

As long as everything in background checked out, of course. She was desperate for money, and I needed to know why before I could hire her. And since she might lie about it, I would have to do some digging and research her.

I finally broke off the kiss and leaned back to get a better look at her. She was flushed, her cheeks a lovely shade of rose, and as she blinked at me, it was easy to see the haze of arousal in her eyes. I often had that effect on women, and I was more than pleased to see how much I affected her. For just one, long kiss. I smiled at her.

She gave me a dazed one back.

“I’ll pay you one million dollars at the beginning,” I said after a quick calculation to determine a fair and reasonable amount, “and another million after you give birth.”

Her body had still been melted into mine after the kiss, but now she stilled at my words. Yeah, I might have sounded a little cold, but I needed to keep my distance. This was purely business. Nothing more. I never got attached to a woman before, and I wasn’t going to change that now. She needed to understand that before we even got started.

She was trembling on my lap. Hell if that didn’t make me even harder. It took everything in me not to rub against her.

“Y-Yes,” she said, nodding emphatically several times.

“Good.” I didn’t bother to smile again. “I’ll have my men come to you tomorrow with the contract to sign. If that suits you.”

And if my background check on her proved her worthy enough to be the mother to my heir.

Rachel

The next day, I woke up and rubbed my eyes. Had the night before been a terrible dream? My fingers went to my lips. I could almost swear that they were still swollen. That kiss had almost been too perfect though, so maybe I had dreamed it all up.

Ivan. The mob boss. And soon, my business partner.

If I signed the contract.

A knock pounded on the door.

“Just a minute,” I called.

Who could that be? I wasn’t expecting anyone.

I quickly got changed—no way was I going to open the door in my pajamas—and opened the door. A man I’d never seen before stood there.

He looked down at me. “Hello. I’m looking for a Rachel Nevison.”

“That’s me.” I nodded, but I didn’t move to open the door wider or to give him entry to the house.

Wait. Was this Ivan’s man? I never did tell Ivan my name, not even my first name. He never asked, and I hadn’t been thinking the clearest, not after that kiss, and not before it either. How had Ivan tracked me down? Everything after the kiss was a giant blur in my mind, so maybe I had given him my name and address after all.

Or maybe his resources were that good. Somehow the thought of being watched or studied or being checked up on made me uneasy. Had he run a background check on me? While I had nothing to hide and his wanting to do a check made sense, it still made me angry. My private home life had nothing to do with our agreement. I needed space away from Ivan and his mob and his way of life.

The man opened his long, black coat and removed a large mania envelope. “This is for you.”

I accepted it. The contract. Wow. This really was all real. “Ah…thanks.” I moved to shut the door.

He slid his foot forward slightly to stop me. “I’m supposed to stay and answer any questions you may have, if you want to request any changes…”

This man had to stay and watch me sign, I realized. Great. Just what I wanted. An audience. This was embarrassing enough as it was.

Hoping Mom would stay asleep a little while longer, I quietly ushered him into my room, having nowhere else to hide him.

“You can sit…” I offered, pointing with the envelope to my bed.

He stood by my bedroom door, his arms clasped behind his back. “I am fine.” His legs were spread, and his stance reminded me a hired bodyguard.

Who knew? Maybe he
was
a hired bodyguard. Ivan needed an heir desperately if he was going to dole out two million to get one. Desperately and as quickly as possible, which suggested that he had a huge reason for needing an heir so fast.

Because he didn’t think he would be around for long, maybe? Was he in danger? Doubts were starting to creep in already, and I hadn’t even started to read the contract. Two million was a lot of money, and it would solve all of my financial problems, but that didn’t mean I had to be blinded by the dollar signs. I would check out the contract and make sure it suited me before I would sign.

The envelope was heavy in my hand, and since the bodyguard hadn’t taken up my offer to sit on my bed, I sat there myself. I ripped open the envelope and removed the pristine white papers, the black ink a sharp contrast.

My throat grew dry as I read each line. So these were the details and the negotiations from Ivan.

The surrogate, hereafter referred to by name as Rachel Nevison, agrees to enter into this contract of her free will. She will be paid one million as soon as the contract is signed by both parties, the other party being one Ivan Kovalsky.

Rachel agrees to have sex up to four times a week until she becomes pregnant, at which time she will be under the care of a doctor of Ivan’s choosing until she delivers.

The job will be considered successful once Rachel gives Ivan a male heir. If she should produce a female, Rachel will have two choices. She will either forfeit the second million dollars, or she will complete the job again.

There was a bit more too it, and a lot more technical jargon that sounded very stiff and formal and lawyer-y, but I got the gist of it.

Could I really do this? Yes, one million would be a godsend. It would keep Mom and I stable for years, decades. Two million and we would be set for life.

But could I have sex with Ivan in exchange for pay? And it was more than that. I wouldn’t be his hooker. I would be his surrogate. We would be having sex with the sole purpose of wanting to bring a child into the world. We would fuck and fuck and fuck until I got knocked up.

And at the end of those nine months, I would turn over the baby to him. To Ivan. To a mob boss.

This was way too crazy to even contemplate.

I glanced at my nightstand. At the stack of mounting bills. At my phone which had misses calls and voicemails from people I had to pay or else we’d be without electricity. Even before I lost my job, money had started to get super tight. Between increased cost of living prices and everything Mom needed for her treatment and having to pay for someone else to take her to and from the hospital when I had been working, it had all equaled to more money than I made. Even before I lost my job, I had already started to look for a second part-time gig. Hadn’t found anything in the three months I’d been looking, so what made me think I would find a full-time position somewhere any time soon? And I’d never be able to find one that pays so much either.

I reread the entire contract. He wanted me to stay at his place. Okay. Time for questions.

“I can come and go as I please from his house?” I asked the guard.

He nodded. “As long as you make arrangements with Ivan first. He would like for you to be near at hand obviously, so you can—”

“I get the picture. He’d be reasonable, do you think?” I had to be able to take Mom back and forth to her appointments, and since I wasn’t working set hours, I would love to sit with her through the entirety of at least some of her chemo treatments.

“He is a reasonable man.” The guard nodded, smiling slightly. Good. So he wasn’t a robot. I was beginning to wonder if he had been programmed or brainwashed.

That was good.

I stared at the guard point blank. Would he tell me the truth? Did he even know?

“Why is he willing to pay so much for an heir?”

“I’m not sure.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You have to have a guess though.”

“My guess is only that you seem to need money, and Ivan is willing to pay you. The only question is whether or not you’ll let him. If you do what he wants, he will take care of you. I can assure you that.”

I still had misgivings, but the sound of Mom coughing, hacking up a lung, and the springs in her bed creaking, forced my hand. I grabbed a pen and signed the contract.

The guard jumped forward, gathered all of the papers for me, and eased them back into the envelope. “I will bring you a copy shortly,” he said. “Do you need anything else? Any last questions?”

Wordlessly, I shook my head. In a daze, I walked him out. After I closed the door, I shut my eyes and leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit on the carpet. I couldn’t help wondering if I had completely lost my mind.

Ivan

The air was crisp and cool as I exited my sleek black car and made my way inside the secret entrance to my bar, the one that gave me direct access to the sub-ground level, where my gambling ring was set up. The room was smoky, and I walked through the haze, nodding to my men who greeted me, too amped up to talk. I had noticed a tail earlier that day and promptly lost him, but I had been on edge ever since. I felt jumpy in my own city. I felt angry, more full of rage than I had in a long time. I felt threatened, and I didn’t do well with threats.

I had to calm down. Too many emotions led to mistakes, and I was anything but careless. Through hard work I had built up the Kovalsky mob to be a dynasty, and I would not have it ruined now. It would not come crumbling down. I would stand and fight, and I would do it with a clear, calm, and leveled head.

As I accepted a cigar and puffed out a smoke ring, I reflected that I needed to smoke out Vanya Golovkin himself.
Only then, once I’ve had my revenge, will I feel peace.

Peace. That was something I hadn’t felt in a long time, if I ever had. Maybe once upon a dream, a dream that I would twist into reality.

I walked over to the large round table to see who was playing tonight and to note who had the hot hand—I always kept tabs on the gambling ring since it was my most enterprising endeavor, and my most lucrative one—when I noticed a new guy there. He wore a hat low over his brow, which immediately made me suspicious. Why was he trying to hide his features? I maneuvered myself in such a way to be able to see his face without him noticing me and spied his large nose, beady eyes, and missing tooth.

Who could that be? I couldn’t help feeling suspicious, and of course my first guess was that he might be one of Golovkin’s guys trying to get intel on me. And if that was the case…

In the back corner, nursing a scotch, was Alec, surveying the place. I casually made his way over to him while maintaining a line of sight on the mysterious guy.

“What do you need?” Alec asked. He didn’t bother to look at me.

“You see that guy?” I asked.

“The newbie? Yeah.” He nodded, the movement slight.

“I want you to watch him like a hawk,” I ordered.

“Will do.”

“Do not fail me,” I said sharply.

Now Alec stared at me, surprise flashing in his eyes. “I won’t.”

“Ah, but you’re the one who spread word that I was looking for a surrogate.”

His nostrils flared, but he nodded again.

“Why?” This was the worst possible time for this to happen. I needed to be able to trust my men, especially the two I sought council with the most.

“I was dating a girl, and her best friend knew I wasn’t good enough for her. But my girl kept talking to me about her friend, what a good girl she was, about her sick mom…I knew she needed the money, and that desperation would get her to agree and that she has zero ties with any mob. She’s clean. And you went with her so…”

“So that’s reason for me to just forgive you for deliberately disobeying me?”

Alec nodded slowly. “I’ll take whatever punishment you deem worthy.”

“Start being loyal and true to your word, and we’ll see. Start with that guy.”

He cracked his knuckles. “Can do, boss. For what it’s worth…”

“What?” I growled.

“I am glad you picked her.”

I snorted and walked away. Alec being the one behind Rachel finding me had surprised me, but it was what it was. Alex, in a way, had done me a solid, but he had also defied me. One of my closest men or not, he would have to be dealt with. At least I knew he would accept his punishment like a man.

I had some business to take care of, and I took an appointment in the back office. Drinks, cards, smokes, they all helped to loosen people’s tongues and their wallets. I could handle this part of the business and trust Alec to do what I didn’t have time to handle personally. Being focused helped to ensure I had stability in a world where everything could be sniffed out with a few properly placed slugs, but I couldn’t operate fully if I was distracted by the thought of Golovkin or of spies.

It didn’t take long for me to set in place a deal that would prove quite profitable both for myself and my new business partner, and I was feeling rather good about myself when I heard a commotion out in the main gambling area. After sending my new partner off to enjoy a few drinks on me, I wasn’t at all surprised to see Alec come inside, dragging the large-nosed man.

“What’s going on?” I demanded, his gaze firmly on the man.

“I saw him trying to sneak off into the back. Wanted to see what he could see. A snoop.” Alec picked up the guy so he was standing and threw him against the wall, pinning him there.

“Who are you working for?” I asked, approaching them, getting in the man’s face, as much of it that wasn’t smashed against the wall.

He said nothing.

“Fine. Would you rather an easier question to start? What is your name?”

“Called himself Joe Some when he checked in,” Alec offered.

An obviously phony name. I pursed my lips. I planned on having a few choice words with the bouncer when I was done here—how could he have allowed someone who was so shady to begin with—but this was far more important to deal with first.

“I would much rather get to know you. The real you,” I stressed. I smoked on my cigar and blew it out, directly into the man’s face. “Your real name. I would know it.”

Still, the man maintained his silence.

“Well, you know what they say, don’t you? That there are ways to make you talk?” I dipped his toward the chair.

In the blink of an eye, Alec had the man strapped down and tied to the chair. I did the next part myself. I would question the man, tease him, give him a chance, and then when I would get nowhere, I would pull out the man’s fingernails until eventually the man cracked.

“Stop, stop, please!” he blurted out. Tears streamed down his face, and he was shaking as much as the restraints would allow. “Ask your questions. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Who do you work for?” I demanded.

“V-Vanya.” The man shuddered and closed his eyes.

“Look at me,” I commanded. “What does Vanya Golovkin want? Why did he send you here?”

“I was supposed to find out information about the gambling ring.”

“Why?” I growled.

“To use the info against you. To try to take you down. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to come. He made me. I had no choice. I swear I didn’t!”

A likely story. The man was basically pleading for his life, and honestly, I didn’t feel murderous—at least not yet. I would kill Golovkin myself, but this man, who I still did not know his real name, was not on my list.

“Let him go,” I told Alec.

Alec nodded and moved to comply, but I stepped in front of the man and waited until he looked up at me.

“I am sparing your life,” I started.

“Th-thank you. You are most kind. So good. So kind. So generous. I will do anything for you. Just say the word and—”

“I want you to deliver a message to your boss.”

The man had been nodding vigorously, but now he winced and wiggled his large nose. “Y-yes. Of…of course. Anything you like. What should I tell him?”

“Tell Vanya Golovkin that I, Ivan Kovalsky, am not someone he wants to mess with.”