MAFIA BOSS – A Rough Dark Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Gang Mobster Erotic Romance Novel – Enemy to Lovers Kidnapped Contemporary Young Adult Story: Captive’s Billionaire Protector, #1

By Jessie Kaisen

He.

Unprincipled, reckless and the heir to a Russian crime dynasty, Yuri Kovalenko likes his motorcycles fast and his women as nothing more than brothel fodder. Running the family business leaves no quarter for weakness and Yuri's muscles do his talking until one stolen woman poses an answer to a problem that even his brute strength cannot solve nor his ruthless heart resist.

She.

Sheltered, educated and callow, Sophie Brant has her life in order until one brutish man turns it inside out on the saddle of a Harley. Stripped down to only her wits, Sophie is swept into heart of a black market industry she's been hired to combat. The man is a tattooed, muscled obstacle that awakens dark desires inside her even as he uses and defiles her.

 

To protect them both, Sophie is put in the hands of another branch of the Kovalenko empire, but what awaits her is an even bigger problem that could tear the family apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Contemporary Romance
• Release date: May 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393965350

Book preview

Chapter One

If this guy leans over to talk to me one more time I’m going to vomit.   The smell of his aftershave sickened her. Greasy Italian creep. She wished the line would move faster. She couldn’t take much more hassle for one day. The flight was tiring enough, never mind all the bureaucratic nonsense involved. Her passport felt slippery clenched in her sweaty hand. Nerves, just nerves .

Eh, don’t be nervous bambina, Italian creep whispered at the base of her neck. Massimo take care of you.

Sophie shuddered and edged forward as far as the string of passengers in line would allow. Her head felt hot, and she hoped to hell she wouldn’t faint right here in the middle of Sheremetyevo airport. Then ‘Massimo’ would feel compelled to give her mouth-to-mouth. She closed her eyes to the horrifying prospect.

Next!  Thank God. She strode to the wicket with its flashing light and uniformed officer waving at her impatiently. She slid her passport and declaration form through the plexiglass opening.

Purpose of visit? the officer asked, barely looking up at her.

Employment, she answered.

The officer glanced her way. Your visa, please?

Certainly. Sophie pulled the documents from her rolling case and handed them over.

The officer shuffled through them. You are Sophie Brant?

Yes.

Where are you arriving from, Miss Brant?

Vienna, Austria.

The man adjusted his glasses and looked closer at her documents. Sophie rubbed her moist hands together, trying not to look as nervous as she felt. Why was he taking so long? Her feet ached and she was starting to feel dizzy. She just needed to get her luggage and locate the ministry escort who would be waiting for her.

Would you go with this agent, please?

Another uniformed man had appeared behind the customs officer. Oh shit, what now? Um, of course, she said with a confidence she did not feel. Can I have my documents?

Follow me, please, the new arrival said, taking custody of her passport, forms and visa from the customs man. She swallowed hard and tagged behind the officer, her wheeled carry-on in tow.

Eh, beautiful! Come see me at the InterContinental Hotel...I show you Moscow like you never see before! Sophie cast a fearful glance backward where Massimo waved and winked at her before disappearing through the turnstiles. Hopefully the back of his hideous checkered sportcoat would be the last she’d ever see of him.

The agent led her to another room down a short passageway and gestured for her to enter. Inside were tables and chairs and two intimidating security guards. Is there a problem? Sophie asked the agent, who literally held her life in his hands. Without her passport and documents, she was as good as nonexistent.

Wait here, please. The immigration officer will be with you shortly.

But... Sophie gasped. Why? I don’t understand...I have an official escort waiting for me. I’m here as a foreign service agent, assigned to the Ministry of Industry and Trade; I assure you everything is in order, she said, pointing to the papers in the man’s hand.

We have procedures, ma’am. It shouldn’t take long. Please be patient. With that, he turned and left the room.

Sophie stared after him as he closed the door. This can’t be happening. I’m on official government assignment. I know the ‘procedures’ better than anyone. Her lips formed a grim line as she felt the eyes of the security guards boring into her, daring her to make any kind of rash move. She sat down in the nearest chair, slowly.

She was not a rash person. Quite the opposite. Sophie’s whole life had been one long sequence of planned events. Her friends, her clothes, her schooling. All the way up to the Diplomatic Academy in Vienna and her acceptance into foreign government service. Sitting in a dreary holding cell feeling like