“We’ll worry about that later. This is one fucking shit morning, and I’m sick of standing out here getting yelled at. So if you want to come in, then fucking follow me. Otherwise, go away and don’t come back.”
I stared at him, not sure why he was letting me in, not sure what was happening. But he turned and started to walk back toward the golf cart, and so I quickly followed him.
The guards watched us go. I stopped in front of the cart and nodded to the other man. He was younger, with light brown hair and blue eyes. “Who’s the bitch?” he asked.
“Apparently that’s my baby’s mother,” Vince said, smirking.
“No shit? That’s your son?”
“His name is Alexei,” I said.
“Russian,” the kid said, making a face.
“Kaley, this is Rafa. Rafa, this is Kaley Kozlov.”
“Kozlov?” Rafa said and then laughed. “You’re fucking kidding.”
“No joke,” Vince grumbled, getting behind the wheel. “Come on, get on the back.”
I went to the second row and sat down. Vince turned it around and we were speeding back toward the house.
4
Vince
I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing bringing this girl into the mansion.
There was no way what she was saying was true. Sure, I’d fucked her, and it was a good fucking night. I thought about it fondly from time to time. But there was no way that was my kid.
I’d worn a condom. I always wore a condom. I never stuck my dick in a stranger without protecting myself; I wasn’t a fucking idiot.
But there was something about that kid. As soon as she’d held it up, I felt it, a shudder run down my spine, a weird feeling in my chest.
Plus, there was no way the girl would do this if she didn’t think I really was the father of her kid. She was a Russian mob princess, daughter of one of the most notorious bosses in the organization. Just showing up at our door was a huge deal, and it could be really fucking bad for everyone involved.
Bringing her inside was even worse. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, and Rafa kept looking at me like I was insane.
Finally, we got to the mansion. I helped the girl out of the cart.
“Thanks,” she said, “but I can walk.”
“Suit yourself, princess,” I said.
“I’m not a princess,” she snapped.
I grinned at her. I loved the fire, the anger. I had to admit, she was just as sexy as I remembered, her hair long and thick, her lips pouty, her eyes a deep green. Her body was fantastic, and I could barely believe she’d just had a damn kid.
“Come on. Follow me.” She fell in behind me and Rafa as we walked back inside. I hurried back to our office, my mind moving a mile a minute, trying to formulate what the fuck was going to happen next.
I quickly ushered her inside. “Sit,” I said, motioning at the table.
“Can I have one of these?” she asked.
“Sure. Whatever.”
She quickly grabbed a bagel with one hand and bit right into it. She poured herself a coffee, all the while bouncing her baby and speaking softly to it.
“Rafa,” I said, “outside.”
He nodded to me, and the girl acted like we weren’t even there.
Once outside, I shut the door. “What the fuck, boss?” Rafa asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know, Rafa.”
“Why did you bring her in here? Is that really your kid?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “But this could be an opportunity for us. We’ve been looking for something to get over the Russians forever. Maybe she’s it.”
He made a face. “I don’t see how. Seems like a stretch.”
“Also, it could be my fucking kid. I can’t kick her out and risk the Russians stealing the fucking thing away.”
Rafa grinned. “Not a thing, boss. That’s a baby. I think his name is Alexei.”
“I know his name,” I snapped. “Look, just watch her for a little while. I’m going to talk to a few people, figure this shit out.”
“Fine. I can handle that.”
I turned and opened the door and then stopped dead in my tracks.
Rafa bumped into me from behind.
“What?” he asked.
Kaley’s shirt was up and she was nursing the kid right there in the middle of the office.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“You’re, uh, shit, sorry,” I stuttered. I was fucking torn between trying to look at her perfect fucking breasts and getting the fuck out of there.
“You can come in and watch or you can leave, but make a choice,” she said.
“Hard to look away,” I said, smirking. “You sure you want to do that right here?”
“It’s either this or he starts crying. Your call.”
I laughed and nodded. “Fine. Make yourself at home.”
I quickly turned and shoved Rafa out of there, shutting the door behind us again. “Stop staring, you fucking pig,” I said to him.
“What? I couldn’t see shit.” He shrugged, grinning. “She could have gone to the bathroom if she wanted privacy.”
“She shouldn’t have to feed her kid in the fucking toilet,” I grunted at him. “Wait a minute and knock before you go back in, got it?”
“Got it, boss.”
“And Rafa? Be fucking nice to her. That could be my fucking kid.”