Mafia Boss 2 – Rough Dark Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Biker Mobster Erotic Romance Novel – Enemy to Lovers Forced Wife Reluctant Bride Story: Captive’s Billionaire Protector, #2

By Jessie Kaisen

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Confident. Sophisticated. Ruthlessness in a suit, the flip side of the Russian crime family coin Valeri Kovalenko keeps an aloof distance from the messy world of his brother and father. Enshrined in a glittering office in St Petersburg, Valeri appreciates the brilliant shine of money far more than the glow of romance. But the one woman he shouldn't want becomes the one thing he desires most of all.

 

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Kidnapped.  Set on lay-away as a bride, Sophie Brant endures emotional and physical imprisonment at the Kovalenko family fortress. A desperate attempt to regain her normal life brings war to the family's well-guarded stronghold and sends her to an unknown location for safekeeping. But the keeper of the safe throws Sophie's destiny off the rails for good when he turns out to be both nothing, and everything, like the man she's just escaped from.

 

Held in the seductive sway of the Bratva's financial kingpin, Sophie begins to forget her life before the Kovalenkos, but her feelings for two men who are both alike and different in every way just may tear her stolen heart in two.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Contemporary Romance
• Release date: May 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393110910

Book preview

Chapter One

S he is here.

Valeri Kovalenko looked up from his computer to acknowledge Taras, his personal aide and secretary. Already? he asked in minor annoyance. He removed his stylish eyeglasses that he only wore while working and placed them on his desk. "Der'mo. I was hoping to finish these financial projections before taking on babysitting duties."

Taras smiled in agreement with his boss, the Kassir of the Kovalenko Bratva. Yes, I’m sure; but business before pleasure, eh? I know nothing gives you more pleasure than big numbers, my friend.

Valeri inhaled thoughtfully. That they do, he confirmed, a frown forming on his clean-shaven face. I only hope the cost of my brother’s little war are only numbers, and not lives. It’s unfortunate that Goragavan is under siege.

Have you heard from Yuri or Pasha in the last hour? Taras asked.

No. Only that this woman they wish me to protect is important to the business; as leverage in this battle with Borovski.

Taras nodded in mute understanding. Shall I have her brought here, to your office?

No. Escort her to one of the suites on the floor below us. It’s still early; offer her some breakfast. I’ll meet with her in a few hours. See what she knows.

Very good, Sir. Aren’t you curious about her?

Valeri gave a dismissive smirk. I’m curious why Yuri seems obsessed with her. My brother generally has no use for women other than as inventory.

As you said, she is leverage. Perhaps he intends to do away with her once she’s served her purpose, Taras supplied helpfully.

If so, he’d better do his own dirty work, Valeri said, admiring his manicured fingers. Murder is very messy, and I abhor mess. Numbers are so much tidier.

Taras chuckled. That is why you control the Bratva’s assets, Kassir. You are the tidiest person I know.

SOPHIE JOLTED AWAKE as the car navigated a speed bump. Exhausted from stress and lack of sleep, she’d dozed off in the quiet comfort of the Mercedes shortly after leaving Goragavan. Blackout shades obscured any view from the car’s windows. She had no clue to where they were or how long it had taken to get there, but sensed they had arrived at their destination.

The driver slowed to a stop and cut the engine. As Sophie straightened into a sitting position, her door pulled open from outside. A short man in a gray suit peered into the back seat. Hello, he said in English, offering his hand. I am Taras. Come with me please.

She climbed out of the car on stiff legs. Her foot had gone numb, and Taras cradled her elbow as she stumbled. I’m sure you had a long drive. Would you like some breakfast?

Sophie looked at the man with curiosity. He had a round, smiling face with dark-toned skin and black hair. His question surprised her; such courtesy had not been shown to her at Goragavan. Was this the Kassir her driver had mentioned? He seemed very unimposing for someone of such implied importance.

Yes, please.

Taras smiled wider and nodded with satisfaction. This way. Again they were in some sort of underground parkade. He closed the car door and led them both to an elevator a few meters away. Its doors slid open at a flash of Taras’ security fob and they stepped in. The cab began to rise.

Where are we? Sophie asked.

"You are in a safe