Indulgence: A Russian Mafia Romance (Grekov Mafia Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    Nikola slipped the card into his jacket pocket as he decided how to proceed with finding the woman. Ivan, his longtime friend and driver, approached quietly. The man had been by his side for many years, taking bullets for him numerous times. The man was loyal to a fault, and he couldn’t ask for a better person to help him get what he wanted. “Ivan, find Corsica Moretti. I want to know everything about her within the hour.”
    “Yes, sir. Right away.”
    Nikola took a seat at the table with his friends and waited as patiently as a man like himself could. Thrumming his fingers on the table, ignoring the idle chitchat of the others around him, he let his mind drift to the sound of Corsica’s whimpers as he took what he wanted from her. She had given herself to him freely, stoking the beast within. And then she had run. It pissed him off. It excited him.
    Before the hour was up, Ivan tapped Nikola on the shoulder and handed him a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. Nikola finished his drink and slammed the glass on the table “Thank you, Ivan. What did you learn of the woman?”
    “She’s a food blogger,” Ivan said. “Single. Lives in a small apartment not far from here. She’s an innocent, unlike the women you usually prefer.”
    Nikola could still hear her moans, feel her core clinch around his fingers. “Innocent? “How so?”
    “She’s a good girl. Her record is squeaky clean. Hasn’t even been busted for shoplifting or jaywalking.”
    Nikola laughed heartily at Ivan’s thoughts on the woman. “Maybe she is just what I need. A challenge. Let’s go.” He rose from the table and walked quickly out of the club, headed to the car parked at the curb. A half hour later, they were parked in an alley next to Corsica’s building, having circled the block several times. Before Nikola could exit the car, his phone rang. He pulled the phone from his pocket, seeing his father’s number on the screen. With a sigh of impatience and regret, he answered it. Corsica would, unfortunately, have to wait a bit longer.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Padding across the room, I grabbed a spoon from the dish rack and a pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer. Curling up on the couch, I looked around the room at the fake life the DEA had set up for me in a matter of two weeks. Everything fit perfectly, from the books on the bookcase to the movies by the television set. They did a remarkably good job at building a life for me that felt real… except for the mafia boyfriend I needed to land as quickly as possible.
    “Why am I being such a pansy?” I asked myself. “So it’s harder than I thought it’d be, so what? Put on your big girl panties and embrace this mission. You’re stronger than this.”
    The smooth, creamy goodness of the ice cream had worked its magic once again, settling my nerves a little more with each delicious bite. Putting the half-melted pint container back in the freezer, I headed for the bathroom. Closing the door, I removed my little black dress of sin. Sin? That was the understatement of the year if ever there was one. I’d definitely receive the sinner of the year award for my actions tonight, letting myself forget all about the job as Nikola did as he pleased with me.
    I’d get past that, one way or another. I was definitely eaten up with sin and lust tonight. Holding my dress up to my nose, I inhaled the scent of the devil. Rich tones of leather and pure unadulterated male invaded my senses. Shaking my head, trying to clear my fired-up senses, I started the shower. A hot shower was just what I needed to wash away the night’s mistakes, along with the scent of a man I had no business getting involved with.
    I tugged my panties down my legs, flicking them across the bathroom with my foot before stepping under the warm spray. The water washed the impurity of my actions from my body, swirling away down the drain to be forgotten. If I was lucky, the vivid images would wash away