Page 49 of Born into Sin

Fuck.

I grab my phone from the desk and see all the messages I’d missed. I’d been so focused on Natalya’s sweet pussy that I hadn’t even heard them come in. Now more than ever, I need to get my focus back where it should be. If something happens to her because I’m not doing my job properly, I’ll never forgive myself.

“I want to know as soon as you hear anything. Do you know where Dario is at?”

“He’s on our side of the city, and no one’s said a word to anyone else.”

I know he’s telling me that the Russians don’t know yet, so I give him a nod and say, “Let’s keep it that way for now. I want to see what we’re dealing with first.”

The Alessi family has a good working relationship with the Bratva, but that doesn’t mean I tell them every damn detail. I run my mafia how I want to, and I don’t want them involved in this until I know for sure what we’re dealing with. Plus, I know that if I were to mention it, all the Melnikov brothers would be over here, insisting they get to question him first, and I can’t have that. I want to see this fucker first.

Sandro nods his agreement and then gives Natalya another smile before walking out and shutting the door behind him. With a sigh, I scoop her into my arms and take the seat she was just sitting in. She nestles up against me, her small body fitting perfectly in my lap. Her head rests on my shoulder while her fingers softly play with the back of my hair. I’ve gone my entire life keeping women at arm’s length and being perfectly fine with it, but there’s something about Natalya that makes it impossible for me to keep any distance between us. When I see her, I want to touch her. When she’s close to me, I can’t keep my goddamn hands off her.

“What did he say?”

I kiss her forehead and run my fingers through her long, dark hair. “Nothing that you need to worry about.”

She blows out a heavy breath against my neck. “So it’s going to be like that?”

I smile at her tone. “Like what?”

“Like you not telling me what’s going on and keeping secrets from me. My dad and uncles do the same thing, and I hate it.”

“Do you think maybe they do it to keep you safe?”

“I know that’s why they do it, but I still hate it. How am I supposed to keep myself safe if I don’t know what in the hell is going on?”

“I’ll make you a deal, principessa. I’ll always tell you as much as I safely can. How about that?”

“So what can you tell me now?”

My fingers keep working through her hair while my other hand rests on her thigh with my thumb lightly stroking her soft, bare skin. “Dario and some of my men are following up on a lead, and it’s possible we might be able to question someone soon.”

At first I think she’s going to demand more information, information that I’m not willing to give, but instead she leans closer and presses her lips to my neck, giving me a soft kiss before whispering, “Thank you, Dominic.”

Jesus, she has no idea the power she has over me. One look from her, one whispered plea, one touch of her lips against my skin, and I fucking melt.

“I never expected to feel this way about anyone,” I admit.

She lifts her head, studying me with her blue eyes. “Feel what exactly?”

I drag a finger along her jaw, taking in the sight of her, memorizing every detail so I’ll never forget it.

“Like I’ll never be able to let you go.”

Her beautiful mouth lifts into a stunning grin, and I can’t help but return it.

“You just had to be Lev’s daughter, though, didn’t you? Jesus Christ.”

She laughs at the exaggerated groan I give and cups my face so she can run her fingers through my light beard, something I’ve noticed she loves to do. “Is it true my dad shot you the first day he met you?”

My shoulder aches at the memory. The bullet had done a lot of damage, and it had taken months of physical therapy to get myself back to where I wanted to be. I’d been so fucking pissed at him.

“It’s true. Your dad and Danil thought I was trying to take Simona, but then they found out that I wanted the same thing they did—to find the bastards who were running the sex-trafficking ring. Long story short, we started working together.” I give a small shrug. “They’ve grown on me over the years.”

“Why did you want to find them?”

I raise a brow at her. “They didn’t tell you?”

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