Russian Mob Boss's Prisoner: Mikail Crime Family, #3

By Leona Lee

Book 3 Mikail Crime Family series, but can be read as a stand-alone novella.

 

Tanya went to Russia with the sole intention of bringing her best friend Olivia Lockheart back to the US – even if she had to drag her back. How could her friend fall in love with her captor and the head of the Mafia? It made no sense.

 

However, when Tanya meets Nickolai, the brother of Dimtiri and new head of the Russian mafia, she can't deny her attraction. That is, until he holds her prisoner!

While Tanya tries to escape and find Olivia, Nikolai has other plans.

 

Soon, Tanya finds herself falling for the Russian mob boss..

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona Lee
• Release date: Feb 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781393199861

Book preview

1

Tanya flashed a clear bag of white powder at a security guard at the gate. He reached his hand out to take it, but she smacked his hand away before tucking the bag back in her pocket. Only Sergei can sample the product, she informed him.

What did you say your name was? one of the guards asked her. Before she could reply, another man interrupted the conversation.

What do you want with my brother? His deep voice almost intimidated her, but she was not going to allow him to throw her off as she slowly turned to face him. Briefly, her brain registered his good looks with his short, wavy, dark hair, day-old beard, solid build, and impressive height. He looked more like a model than a member of the Russian mob.

Wait. Did he say brother?

Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself why she was there. Business, she blurted out as he glared at her with suspicion.

What kind of business?

Tanya flashed him the clear bag with the white substance in it. Reaching his hand out to take it, she pulled it back. N’uh uh. I want to speak with your brother.

The man looked her slowly up and down, and Tanya fought to maintain eye contact. She was not going to be intimidated by him – not when she was this close to seeing her best friend again.

The guards laughed when he said something in Russian. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned and began walking toward the house. Pausing, he turned to look at her.

Are you coming? Not bothering to see if she was, he continued walking to the house as Tanya struggled to follow.

Her suitcase kept twisting when she dragged it behind her through the small patches of snow. Planting her feet, she caught her breath when her foot twisted and she almost slipped on the slippery walkway.

No, really, I don’t need any help, she muttered under her breath as she followed along.

You are the one who showed up on my doorstep brandishing drugs, why would you think I would help you? he called over his shoulder.

Oh, I don’t know, politeness? Male chivalry?

His bark of laughter caught her by surprise. Stopping at the bottom of the steps, he snatched her suitcase and mounted the steps two at a time, while Tanya jogged to keep up. When she got to the top, she stared up at the imposing house as she caught her breath.

He dropped her bag next to her. Never let it be said that a Markov does not know how to be chivalrous, he declared before he continued toward the house. When he got to the entrance, he opened the door and waited for her to follow.

Staring at the open door, Tanya wondered at her madness. It had been more than a year since she’d seen her best friend Olivia Lockheart. As the victim of a political ploy, she had been kidnapped by the Russian mob in order to secure the release of the mob leader’s younger brother. Looking up in surprise, his comment about his brother finally sunk in.

You’re Nikolai Markov? she asked, surprised.

He laughed sarcastically. Dah. Now, if you would hurry up, you are letting the cold in, he reprimanded as she covered the distance between them and followed him inside.

When Olivia had disappeared the second time, Tanya had learned that she had run off with her abductor, Sergei Markov. Even worse, when his replacement decided to stay in Washington DC, Liv’s cousin Daisy supposedly fell head over heels for him.

What was it with the Lockheart women? she had mused more than once. Well, make that fumed. If all this were true, why didn’t her best friend keep in contact with her? Clearly, something was amiss and Tanya was determined to find out what was going on.

As she followed Nikolai down a long hallway, she couldn’t help admiring his body. Dressed casually in dark jeans that fit him like a second skin and a wool sweater that did nothing to hide his physique, Tanya was oblivious to where they were going until it was too late.

Opening a door, he gestured for her to enter first. Thinking he was still bristling at the chivalry comment, she quickly stepped inside. After she looked up, she realized that she was in a rather austere bedroom. She turned around and was about to ask what was going on when she caught his malicious smile before he pulled the door shut and locked it from the outside.

Hey! she shouted, as she ran to the door. Pulling on the handle, she tugged ineffectively at the door, shouting for help. Tanya didn’t know how long she called out before she eventually stopped. She sagged against the door.

What the hell am I going to do now? she said aloud as she looked around at the almost empty room. Dammit! Giving the door one last smack with the palm of her hand, she pushed away from it and walked farther into the room.

Quickly surveying the room, she looked at the meager furnishings. Hopefully, this isn’t a guest room, she mused. Although, I guess it would be effective at keeping guests away. Except for the locked door.

She flung her suitcase onto the bed and opened it. Rifling through the small carry-on bag, she pulled out her cell phone and turned it on, hoping she could get a signal. She did not intend to stay locked up any longer than necessary. When her phone had fully booted up, she stared at the lack of bars. Dialing her carrier’s customer service number, she listened to the automated recording.

What do you mean, I don’t have service? she demanded as she stared at her phone. I did everything I was supposed to, she stated through gritted teeth as she pulled up the text message with the instructions. Except boot the phone before I left the US. Dammit! she swore, louder this time as she resisted the urge to fling her phone across the room. What the hell am I going to do now? And, why am I still talking to an empty room?

She rubbed at her face in irritation as she sagged against the bed. Stifling a yawn, she couldn’t fight off the second one. Fourteen hours flight time, plus all the time she spent going through customs and another four hours to get out to this frozen block of nothing, exhaustion had suddenly tipped the scale for her as what little adrenalin she had left had been depleted.

Deciding to close her eyes for only a moment, sleep quickly overtook her.

2

Nikolai paced the floor as he waited for his brother to answer his call. When the video call was finally accepted, he sat down in the chair.

She’s getting so big, he burst out when he saw his brother, Sergei, holding his niece.

Every day, was Sergei’s proud reply as he smiled down at his daughter before looking up at the camera. "I don’t