Owned by the Mob Boss (4 page)

Rachel

The next morning went by quicker than I thought possible. Between taking care of Mom and searching for job leads on my computer, I was so stressed out I wanted to rip out all of my hair one strand at a time.

My cell rang, and I groaned. I wearily rubbed my tired eyes and answered it. “Hello?” I ran a hand down my face. All I wanted to do was to go back to bed. To go back to yesterday and find a way to keep my job. No. To go back to before Mom’s diagnosis. No. Even farther back, so that I could force Mom to get checked much earlier. If the cancer had been found earlier, maybe she would’ve been cured by now.

But that was all wishful thinking, and wishes were for fools.

“You aren’t the only one having a hard time right now,” Denise said gloomily. She sounded far unhappier than she had in a long, long time.

“Uh-oh,” I said sympathetically. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so tired anymore. “What happened?”

“It’s…” She sighed heavily. “I don’t wanna dump on you. You have so much more on your plate, more than anyone should have to deal with and—”

“Denise. I’m your best friend. Of course I want to know what’s going on. Just because my life is going down the toilet doesn’t mean I can’t still be here for you.”

“You sure?” When I didn’t respond—was waiting for her to just spill the beans already—she added, “Well, after I tried to find you leads, I went out with Alec.” She paused.

I grimaced. Denise liked bad boys, and Alec was probably the baddest out of all of the ones she had dated. I didn’t care for the guy, personally, but Denise had been head over heels for him. She really thought he might be the one. Of course, she thought that with every guy she dated.

And the worst part about Alec was that he was probably a mobster. Seriously. Who would date a guy like that? Yeah, even I thought he was hot, but that shouldn’t be enough to make someone turn a blind eye to his flaws. Denise liked to walk the wild side, and while I liked bad boys myself—more accurately, I had a major weakness for them—a mobster? Never!

“What happened?” I asked, kinda hoping that he had dumped her because Denise wasn’t even considering that, and she just plain didn’t see that he was no good for her. She deserved someone who would treat her like gold. I’d never forget the time she called me in tears because Alec cancelled plans on her at the last minute. She’d spent a pretty penny on tickets to a ball game for the two of them for his birthday, and something came up and he just dropped the, well, he dropped the ball.

I clicked on the next link for a company looking for a secretary. Not much of a web presence and it would be an hour commute. Too far. If something happened to Mom, I needed to be much closer to home. Cross that one off the list.

“Did you hear me?” Denise asked. Her tone suggested mild annoyance, which actually made me feel a little better since I’d rather her feel angry with me than for her to wallow

I winced. The last thing I needed was to push my only true support away. “I’m sorry. I’m a little distracted. What did you say?”

“He dumped me,” Denise wailed. “I can’t believe it. I mean, I gave him everything he could have asked for. I was the perfect girlfriend for him. I was kind and loving and not too clingy. I just don’t know what went wrong.”

“It’s a good thing,” I muttered without thinking.

“What was that?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Crap. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Me and my big mouth. “It’s—”

“It’s not a good thing!” she fumed. “How could you say that? Seriously, Rachel! You know how much I cared for him!”

I winced again. “I didn’t—”

“I heard you!” she shouted.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m overwhelmed. I’m trying to find a new job and—”

“You want a new job? I got one for you.” She still sounded pissed, so whatever job she was going to mention was going to be completely off the wall. “Maybe you should get with Alec’s boss.”

“His boss?” What was she talking about?

“Yeah, some guy named Ivan. I’ve met him a few times.” She didn’t sound quite so pissed any more at least. “I thought Alec was hot, but even he has nothing on Ivan.”

Now that was saying something. What did this guy look like? “What about this hot Ivan?”

“You should get with him,” Denise said. “Ivan’s looking for a woman to give him an heir. He wants to knock someone up, and it sounds like he’s willing to pay big money for it.”

What the heck? How in the world could Denise even propose such a thing for me to do? She must be really ticked off that I hadn’t been listening to her. Or she really was seriously bent over Alec.

But even more than her suggesting it, I was taken aback by the whole idea of needing an heir. “Isn’t that really archaic?” I asked.

“Kinda. It’s probably a Russian thing. It’s kinda strange, I know.”

Too strange for me. I shook my head. “Hey, I really am sorry I wasn’t listening to you more. You just know how I feel about Alec. You deserve better. I’m just looking out for you. You know I always have your back.”

Denise blew out a breath. “Yeah, I know you always hated him,” she muttered.

“Hate’s too strong a word. I just love you enough to be real with you. You need a guy who can be there for you. How many times did he blow you off for unknown reasons? He always had excuses, but he never bothered to share them,” I pointed out.

“You have a point. It’s just…he made me laugh and smile, and yeah…you might have a point. I wasn’t completely stupid for being with him, was I?”

“No,” I assured her. Alec, for all of his faults, had made Denise happier than some of the other guys she’d dated.

“Well, my lunch break is just about over. Gotta run.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry I brought up the whole Ivan thing. I know it’s not your thing.”

I laughed without humor. “Right? Totally crazy.”

We hung up, and for the next hour, I called around to a bunch of companies to see if they had any job openings. I even called up that place that was way too far of a commute. Nothing worked out. They either weren’t looking to hire anyone or else had already hired someone and so any positions were now unavailable.

This was unreal. I couldn’t believe it, but I was so incredibly desperate that I was actually thinking about it. The idea of Ivan needing an heir…it sounded so old-fashioned, and it also made me think about the notion of old money too. This Ivan…would he be willing to pay top dollar to the surrogate? Just how much money were we talking? Denise had mentioned big money, but just how big?

No. This was crazy talk. There had to be another job out there. There had to be.

I did more digging and found a few small restaurants that were looking for waitresses, but the pay was laughable and the area of town they were situated in meant that tips were not going to be stellar. Hell, I might make more money collecting from unemployment than if I took one of them. Maybe instead of waiting on tables, I should dance on them.

Which had me cycling back around Ivan and his heir.

Just then, coughing sounded. I raced to Mom’s room. She was sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning. She had lost a lot of weight since her diagnosis, and there were times when I almost didn’t recognize her. She was so frail. Treatment was almost running her more ragged than the cancer itself. I hated seeing her so weak and worn all the time. She used to run me everywhere. I did a bunch of sports in school, and she got me clothes and equipment from secondhand stores. After Dad died, we didn’t have a lot of money, but I never wanted for anything. She gave me everything I could have ever hoped for.

Now, all I hoped for was for her to enter remission.

I closed the door quietly and walked away. I would do anything for Mom. I would go to any length to ensure she could still receive treatment, so she had her best chance at remission.

Which meant that I knew what I had to do.

I was going to seek out this Ivan guy and offer myself as the mother of his child.

Ivan

I had spread the word to my men about needing an heir but gave them clear instructions not to tell anyone about it. The last thing I needed was for word to spread to the wrong people. Or the wrong women. I didn’t just want any woman to be the mother of my heir. I didn’t just want a woman who was leaping at the chance to make some money. I didn’t want a woman who couldn’t be trusted. I didn’t want an ugly woman, as vain as that sounded. It wouldn’t do for my heir to be ugly.

The mother would have to be willing to stay under my protection, to take care of herself and her pregnant body. She would have to be intelligent and maybe kind. I was not a kind man, but maybe my heir could inherit that from her. Of course, since she wouldn’t have a hand in raising him, maybe that was wishful thinking.

I had given a lot of thought to the kind of woman that I wanted to be the mother to my heir, but I hadn’t yet figured out how to go about finding her, but find her I would.

The next night after I learned about my hated enemy coming to town, I returned to my bar. Smoking a cigar and drinking did little to ease my nerves. I kept jumping at every shadow, seeing ghosts when nothing was there. Last night, I had slept little, if at all. I refused to be scared, to revert to the terrified boy listening to imagined screams. I would have my revenge, and as such, I had my men more focused on locating Vanya Golovkin than on finding me a woman. That I could handle myself.

But where could I find a woman to have a child with quickly? I needed one who would agree to my conditions.

A curvy brunette entered the establishment and glanced around, hesitating by the door. I straightened in my seat, watching her. I hadn’t seen her before, and she seemed too innocent to be in this establishment. Yes, the bar itself was more upscale than most, but the gambling ring, the drugs, the fighting…that wasn’t her scene at all, and her appearance here had me instantly intrigued. She wore a long trench coat that hid her clothes but was tied tightly enough that I could see her curves, her hour-glass figure. Her hair bounced as she glanced around some more, and she held a worn purse close to her as if she was afraid someone would snatch it and take off.

Don’t worry, lady. You’re safe enough from purse snatchers in here. There are other demons you should be frightened of instead.

She took a step forward, and suddenly, her expression changed from apprehension to annoyance or maybe even irritation. Interesting. It seemed like she was looking at Alec. As soon as she looked away, though, her features relaxed. She undid her coat, and I caught a glimpse of her short, tight dress as she slowly made her way through the tables and people to work her way toward the bar.

What kind of a drink would she order? Probably something fruity. Girly. She was good looking, that much was clear, but she wasn’t meant for this kind of place, or this kind of crowd.

You’re out of your league here, lady.

Before she could reach the bar, Boris stepped into her path. She barely even looked up at him. Boris towered over her at six feet two. I was six three myself. It was hard to tell in the dim lightning, but I thought she was blushing at whatever Boris was saying. That man had no manners at all. Yet, he found it almost as easy to pick up women as I did, but the kind of women he hooked up with weren’t in the same class as the ones I enjoyed.

A leggy redhead walked by my table, slowing down in a practiced move to try to catch my attention. I’d fucked her once, but she hadn’t been that good of a lay and she had only wanted to be with me because of my name and my money and my resources. Not the kind of woman I wanted in my life right now. A few days ago? Sure. But now? No. Not anymore. Not until I had an heir and Vanya Golovkin was six feet under. Then I could go back to doing whatever I wanted and fucking whomever I wanted. Then I could go back to living my life on my terms.

The redhead walked by me again, and I curled my lip at her. She paled and walked away as fast as her hooker high heels allowed her.

It took me a moment to realize I was looking around and seeking out the uncomfortable, curvy brunette now that I wasn’t distracted. Boris had moved on, and the woman was talking to the bartender, talking longer than was necessary for a drink order. She still seemed nervous and uptight—her posture rigid, her purse tight to her body, arms close and tight to her chest as if she were trying to hide.

Vulnerable. That wasn’t something I often saw. I surrounded myself with strength. My men were strong. Even the women we associated with had some power to them, whether it was actual skill or money or some other intangible.

She was a rose among thorns, and she really had no business being here. Maybe Sam, the bartender, would send her packing. Doubtful. He was one of the softest men here, although his accuracy with a simple handgun was impressive.

Honestly, I was a little surprised that Dave, tonight’s bouncer, allowed the brunette entry, although we never did turn down customers unless they belonged to a rival, and none of my rivals were stupid enough to step foot in here. Not that I had many rivals, and none were noteworthy after Vanya Golovkin.

My shock rose when Sam pointed at me. He knew better than to point me out to strangers. I had made it quite clear the moment I stepped into my bar tonight that I didn’t want to be bothered. I had too much to think about, too many mental demons to extinguish, and the bottom of a bottle of whiskey seemed the best way to go about just that. And for him to send a woman who should be at her home in bed and far away from here, well…that just struck me as off. What did she want with me?

The curvy brunette turned away from the bar. The moment we made eye contact, my cock grew instantly hard. Who was this woman, and why was she looking for me?

I leaned back, amused, and waited for her to approach.