Sold: A Billionaire Bad Boy Mafia Romance

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Author: Natasha Tanner
mail-order brides. It’s kind of the point, after all. Getting married. Is it not?”
    “I don’t know whether it happens to other brides or not. It happened to me, that’s all you need to know.”
    “Yeah, I guess so,” he recoiled. “Are you staying?”
    What a good question.
The law was against me. I was still single, and my work visa was no longer valid since I had stopped working for Theo. My American dream could meet a sudden end on my first brush with any kind of authority. But even discounting that, did I
want
to stay? Just two days before, I was ready to leave the country and go crying all the way back to Russia. But now...
    “I don’t know,” I said. “What do you think? Should I stay?”
    “Oh, definitely,” he replied. “I guess I’ll keep you around.”
    “I guess I’ll keep you around”? Is that how you charm women?
I found it hard to believe that he could be so cocky. For a second, my fascination for the man gave way to plain hatred.
    “What do you mean?” I asked. “Why did you want to see me again?”
    “Because you’re Russian,” he repeated, “and I need someone with good knowledge of Russian. Sometimes we need to check things. Properties. Real estate. Yachts. Bank certificates. Inheritances.”
    It was such a lame excuse that I would have laughed out loud if I hadn’t been so intrigued. I decided I’d let it pass for the time being.
    “But what’s it all about? I mean what do you do and what is Little Vegas exactly?”
    Ace sighed.
    “Little Vegas” —he explained— “is a business. A really huge business, happening all around the United States. Very, very big, and also very, very illegal. I happen to be in charge.” The machine made a whirring and clacking sound as his arms moved the load repeatedly. Sweat ran down his face and covered his chest and abs, but he didn’t even flinch once. “It’s basically a decentralized gambling operation. Powerful people gather together in a small pub in Chicago, a storehouse in Atlanta, a coffee shop in Portland, a basement in Long Island... and they play. Only they don’t bet a hundred dollars, they bet a hundred million, or more commonly, entire companies, buildings, ships, planes, political nominations, and intellectual property rights. Anything that makes you rich, you can lose at our tables. That’s the thrill. A brutal thing, I say. As you can guess, we call it
Little
Vegas ironically.”
    It was hard for me to determine if he was joking. He looked serious enough, and he also looked
proud
, which meant it was probably all true. But there was a fantastic aura to what he was telling me. The idea of a bunch of people who owned the world betting it all on a small pub and punching each other in the face whenever they found a cheater was almost surreal. And yet...
    “Is this something you aren’t supposed to tell anyone, ever?” I asked with a half-smile. I couldn’t help it. I was trying to detach myself from the strong impression that his enormous chest, his strong biceps and his rock-hard abs were causing in me. His scent filled the air around him, a manly scent of sweat and power. Anything would sound true for me enveloped in such a seductive scent, I thought with my last reserves of impartiality. “But it’s all so... impossible,” I objected. “I mean there’s so much
paperwork
going into selling a company or a building. I dated a guy who...”
    “I know,” he said, and stopped exercising for a minute, waiting to initiate the next series of repetitions.
    “You... you know?”
    “We dug up a bit about you, sorry. I wanted to make sure that you weren’t a bait sent by some rich Russian tycoon to lure me into danger. You have to admit that the way you appeared in that pub the other night was highly suspicious.”
    “So you know about Theo?”
    “Know about Theo?” he laughed, and resumed his pushing and pulling in the chest press. “I
made
Theo Lambert. He once came to play at one of my tables, and I snatched a
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