Trapped with the Mob Boss: A Mafia Romance (Petrov Bratva), Nicole Fox [read novels website .TXT] 📗

one thing left I could do, and it was something I’d never thought I’d say. I took a deep breath and spoke after the second man had taken his coffee and left the room.

“Listen,” I said. “Maybe ... maybe there’s something you and I could work out?”

I lifted my head and narrowed my eyes seductively.

“What do you mean ‘work out’?” he asked. “I’m telling you—this is the best price I can do for what you want.”

“No,” I said, lowering my voice. “I’m asking if there’s something I can do for you. Maybe something in the back office with the door shut.”

The look of confusion on his face was replaced with one of realization.

“Oh—oh ...” he said, nodding slowly.

Then the hard expression returned to his face.

“Listen, lady,” he said. “You’re hot as hell—don’t get me wrong. I’d love to take you out back and bend you over the boss’ desk. But five grand for a nut isn’t something I can do. It’d be the most expensive fuck of my life.”

That was it, then. There was nothing more I could do.

“Please,” I said, coming around the desk and getting close to the man, so close I could smell the paint on his skin. “I’ll treat you really nice. You won’t regret it for a second.”

I glanced down and could see a small erection tenting the fabric of his jumpsuit.

“S—sorry,” he said, clearly doing his best to resist temptation. “But the boss would send my ass out onto the street if I traded paint for pussy.”

I was this close to reaching down and taking hold of his prick, hoping that his head would block out any sense he had left.

But before I could say or do anything else, the bell to the door chimed again. My head whipped over to see who’d just come in, and my jaw nearly dropped at the sight of who stood at the door.

The man who’d entered was tall, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He was dressed in a sharp dark suit, a dark red pocket square on his chest. His hair was as dark as oil and slicked back over a face of fair skin. His eyes were a gorgeous blue, his nose was slim and strong, and his mouth was sensual and red. A wide, strong jaw and a cleft chin completed the look.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked. “And why the hell are you behind the counter of my fucking store?”

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I’m caught between a mob boss and a madman.

I was drowning in debt with no way to get out.

All I had left was my body...

Until Vin took that from me, too.

He offered me protection from my abusive ex.

And saying no to Vin was never an option.

Now, I’m at the mercy of a mob boss.

A vicious killer, with a kiss as filthy as his reputation.

Nights in his bed are spent stripping bare, bending at the waist, and doing EXACTLY as I’m told.

And days by his side are spent seeing a criminal underworld I never knew existed.

For a moment, I thought this was my life now:

Existing only for the mobster’s pleasure.

But then my ex came back to finish the job he started, and I remembered:

This nightmare is far from over.

About the Author

Nicole Fox is a crazy cat lady in her late 30s with a coffee addiction, an overactive imagination, and a husband who somehow puts up with her impulsive need to keep buying new plants for their house. She also writes bad boy romance novels. Sign up for her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/gsOCvT.