He grinned at me. “Okay, Papa Vince.”
“Fuck you,” I said. “Call me that again and I’ll rip off your cock and shove it down your throat.”
“Sure thing.”
I walked away, grumbling to myself.
There was no way that was my kid, no fucking way. This morning had gone from bad to worse in a matter of a few minutes. Suddenly I had a fucking sexy-as-hell woman breastfeeding in my goddamn office, claiming that her kid was mine. Oh, and she was the daughter of a rival gang member, which made it all way more complicated.
I hauled ass toward the stairs and then climbed up to the third floor. I went down a few halls and then stopped in front of a door and knocked.
It took a minute before someone answered. She pulled open the door and smiled at me kindly.
“Good morning, Vince,” Natalie said. “What can I do for you?”
“Morning, Nat,” I said. “I need to see Lucas. It’s urgent.”
“It’s always urgent with you boys,” she said, smiling. “Come in. He’s around here somewhere.”
I followed her inside, and she gestured for me to sit. I collapsed onto the couch, worry running through my body.
I could handle a thug with a knife. I could fight a man and kill a man. I understood business better than most.
But a fucking baby?
Lucas emerged from the other room after a minute, looking haggard.
“Vince,” he said. “The fuck do you want?”
“You look tired,” I said.
“Try dealing with kids sometime; you’ll understand.”
“That’s actually why I’m here.”
Lucas frowned. “You want to talk about my kids?”
“No. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just saying it. About thirteen months ago, I fucked the daughter of Anatoli Kozlov, and now she’s here claiming that her baby is mine.”
Lucas stared at me for a second and then burst out laughing. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“No, I’m not. She’s fucking down there with an infant. Four months old, she says, and I fucked her like thirteen months ago.”
“Shit,” Lucas said, shaking his head. “Why did you let her inside?”
“Because what if it’s my kid?”
“So?” he asked, staring at me. “Since when do you care?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I couldn’t throw her out.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, man. Fuck. I need a paternity test.”
“We can arrange that.”
“What do I do with her? She says she’s on the run from the Russians. They’re trying to take her kid or some shit.”
He frowned. “She said that?”
“Yeah. She’s an embarrassment to them. I was thinking she could be useful, but she may be trouble.”
Lucas nodded. “Big fucking trouble. I need to talk to my father.”
“Fine, sure. What do I do in the meantime?”
“Go to the infirmary and set up a paternity test. I’ll go talk to my father, tell him what’s happening.” Lucas paused and then grinned at me. “This is real, right? You’re not fucking joking around?”
“No, I’m not fucking joking, Lucas,” I snapped.
“Shit man. You might be a father.”
“Yeah,” I grunted. “Might be.”
“Congrats.” He grinned at me hugely and stood up. “You’re going to love it.”
“Fuck you,” I said.
He laughed and walked off. I stood up and flipped him the bird, shaking my head.
Fucking bastard. He didn’t have to take so much pleasure in my shit situation.
I left his room and began to walk down toward the infirmary.
What was I going to do if that was my kid? She was a Russian girl, a mob princess, and that was their fucking baby. They were going to want it back, especially when they heard that I was the father.
I couldn’t let that happen. If that kid was mine, I was going to have to figure something out. Fuck the Russians, and even fuck what Arturo and the other captains wanted. They were all a bunch of fucking cowards, Lucas excepted, but even he was going soft.
I couldn’t trust any of them, but I needed them for now. The girl was dangerous, very fucking dangerous, and she probably didn’t even realize it. This Chinese deal had everyone on edge as it was, and I didn’t need people making stupid fucking moves because some girl shows up with a baby.
I had to keep my head on my shoulders.
Fucking Kaley Kozlov. She gave me one of the best nights of my life with that perfect, soaked pussy of hers, and now she was giving me one of the worst mornings.
5
Kaley
After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. I smiled down at Alex.
“They’re afraid to see you eating, little boy,” I whispered to him. I looked up at the door. “It’s safe,” I called out.
Rafa slowly opened the door. “You’re decent?”
I sighed. “Yes, Rafa, I’m decent. I was just breastfeeding. It’s not a big deal.”
He looked at me, frowning. “I know. It’s just . . .”
“Never seen women do it before?”
He shook his head.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty,” he said.