Russian Mobster's Pregnant Mistress

By Bella Rose

Maggie Morrison's idea of a good weekend consists of curling up with a good book and a glass of wine. But when her friends encourage her loosen up and take her to the hotest club in town, Maggie unexpectedly meets the sexy and mysterious Jacob Dolohov.

 

After a night of passion together, Maggie thinks she'll never meet Jacob again until she discovers that's she's pregnant.

 

But Jacob is also hiding something too. A secret that might just get the both of them killed.

 

Will Jacob and Maggie be able to survive long enough to figure out their feelings for each other? Or is Jacob's secret destined to kill them?

 

Note: This story contains multiple red-hot steamy scenes between a Russian mobster and an innocent young woman.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bella Rose
• Release date: Apr 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781393958246

Book preview

1

The smoky air of Club 599 made Maggie’s eyes sting. She reached for Courtney’s arm, trying not to get lost in the shuffle of club goers. The dance floor was packed wall to wall with writhing, spinning bodies. It was a sea of humanity and Maggie felt like a salmon swimming upstream with no clue why she was doing it.

I can’t believe you talked me into this! Maggie had to yell in Courtney’s ear in order to be heard over the pounding music.

Courtney’s laugh sounded almost maniacal. "You know you love it! Besides, you never go out. It’s time to get you laid."

Yeah, I don’t know about that. In fact, Maggie was absolutely sure Courtney’s idea was a bad one. I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.

Everyone needs to try it once. Courtney dragged Maggie toward the bar. Let’s get a drink and scope out the guys.

Courtney bellied up to the long bar that stretched the length of the club. The chrome and glass monstrosity boasted colored lights that painted both the bartenders and patrons in an eerie glow. Maggie sighed. No matter what she ordered to drink, it was going to look like witches brew.

We’ll take two Cosmopolitans, Courtney yelled to the bartender.

The man waved his hand to let her know that he had heard her order. Maggie looked him over. The blond haired, blue-eyed Adonis could have played a bartender in a movie. Maggie leaned over, staring down the length of the bar and noticing that every last one of the bartenders looked exactly like this one. Obviously Club 599 had a type.

So, Courtney said, jabbing Maggie in the arm. Anything catch your eye?

Other than your complete and total lack of regard for anything I say? Maggie said grouchily. Not really.

Ooo! What about that one? Courtney pointed to a man, maybe late twenties, who casually leaned back against the bar with a beer in his hand.

Maggie grabbed her friend’s hand and yanked it back down. Did Courtney have to be so obvious about everything? "Could you at least pretend to be discreet? Maggie frowned. He looks like a player," Maggie said doubtfully. She took a sip of her drink. It burned all the way down. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had alcohol.

Sweetie, that’s what you need, Courtney insisted. You’re not looking for a relationship here. You just want to have a good time. Get back on the horse, so to speak. That means you need a guy that can really show you a good time.

Yeah, but I want one that doesn’t come complete with VD. Maggie was about ready to bolt. Look, Court. I know you have my best interests at heart, but we are very different people. I don’t think I can do this.

About that time Maggie became aware of a man staring at her from across the club. The weight of his gaze made it feel as though there was no air in the room. Time seemed to slow and Maggie could not look away no matter how hard she tried. There was something utterly compelling about him.

Mags? Courtney’s tone suggested she’d been trying to get Maggie’s attention for more than a moment. Ha! You see someone, don’t you? Who? I demand to know what’s going on.

Do you see that guy over there? Maggie tried to be surreptitious about her pointing. Not that it mattered when Courtney was already rubbernecking to try and see who Maggie was pointing at. Have you ever seen him in here before?

That dark-haired dude? Courtney’s blond brows drew together. He looks scary.

Maggie tried to see what Courtney was seeing, but couldn’t. The man didn’t look scary to her, although he did appear intense. He was perhaps six feet tall and a bit more, a nice contrast to Maggie’s five feet eight inches. Most of the men she had dated over the years were barely tall enough for her to be able to wear heels. This guy wasn’t just tall. He was also broad. His shoulders were huge. They seemed to be straining against the confines of his dark-blue dress shirt.

Why does he look like he’s wearing business casual instead of club wear? Maggie observed.

Courtney laughed. He’s probably a crime lord of some sort. You know, it’s like the Godfather. He’s only here to scope out a murder target or something.

You are so full of crap. Maggie rolled her eyes. I think you missed your calling. Practicing Family Law doesn’t suit you if you’re so eager to find a criminal to nail to the wall. I finally find a guy that catches my eye and you paint him into one of your overdramatic fantasies.

The guy is wearing black slacks and a dress shirt in a club. Courtney waved to the sassy coral-pink dress that had taken Maggie days to pick out at the local boutique. Don’t you want a guy who will appreciate what you’re offering?

Maggie wondered if it was possible to explain to a perky blonde extrovert like Courtney that sometimes it was okay not to stand out. Maggie’s brown hair, brown eyes and slender frame sometimes made people think she was much younger than her twenty-five years. Maybe this guy had the reverse problem. Maybe he was really in his mid twenties, but looked thirty-five.

He looks older. It was Courtney’s turn to be doubtful. "Like much older."

What if I want an older guy? Maggie made a face at her friend. I’m supposed to be getting sex lessons right? So an older guy would definitely have more experience.

So go talk to him. Courtney gave her a nudge. Stop standing here asking me what I’d do and go do your own thing.

Now that the chips were on the table, Maggie wasn’t so sure this was a good idea. No. Let’s just go home. I’ve changed my mind. This was a bad idea. I’ll be mad at you for it later.

Hate to tell you, but it’s a little late for that. Courtney downed the rest of her drink. He’s totally coming over here. You know the drill. Text me in the morning. If I don’t hear from you by ten 10:00 a.m. I’m sending the cavalry. Courtney shot Maggie the stink eye. "And for the record, I will be pissed. I want details!"

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Jacob did not make a habit of picking up women in clubs or bars. In fact, he did not make a habit of picking up women at all. When he wanted a woman, one of his men brought one to him. By the time any female made it to his bed she had been vetted by his men until there was no longer any hint mystery about her. This was very likely the reason he was so bored, and probably why he found the female in the pink dress so fascinating.

He pushed his way past a group of dancers, earning several curses. He returned their dark looks with one of his own and they skittered away. He had discovered over the years that very few people could hold his gaze for long. This was another reason the brunette in the pink dress interested him. She had been staring.

Across the club Jacob saw his man, Sasha preparing to intervene if someone should threaten Jacob. The presence of his security detail was almost suffocating. Yes. He was the top ranking man in the Dolohov crime syndicate. That got old so very quickly. For once Jacob wanted to be a normal man with normal desires. At the moment, his only desire involved the slim woman in the short pink dress with legs long enough to wrap around his waist. Jacob wanted to stab his fingers through all of that long, dark hair and feel her surrender everything to him.

Even in the smoky club he could see her eyes widen and her rate of breathing increase. She was nervous and excited. Perfect. Jacob felt his lips curve into a smile and hoped it wasn’t too rusty with disuse. Hello, can I buy you a drink?

She looked at a loss momentarily, and then she rallied. Yes, that would be wonderful.

Bartender, Jacob said sharply. He saw the young man snap to attention, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to tend to Jacob. Get the young lady another drink. Not a request, but an order.

Wow, talk about attitude, the brunette commented.

Jacob noticed her blond haired companion sidling away to pursue a conquest of her own. He dismissed the other woman in his mind and focused on this one. My name is Jacob. And you are?

Charmed, I’m sure. She was laughing. This woman was actually laughing at him! Then she offered a smile that held a certain edge. My name is Maggie.

Maggie. He tasted her name, finding that he liked the everyday sound of it. This was perfect. She