Page 34 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

He sighed, leaning into my hands. “My shipment got bombed the moment it got to the port.”

Shipment? The alarms in my head went off. Could it be the same shipments Father has been on my neck about?

I tucked my questions away, bringing myself to eye level with him. “Did you find who was responsible?”

“Not yet, but once I get to Russia, I’ll find them, and I’ll make sure—”

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” I said, forcing his gaze on me. “I’m sure you’ll find them, and you’ll take care of it. Hopefully, the goods didn’t sustain permanent damage.”

I found myself earnestly praying for the content of the shipments to be safe. It could be anything between kids and atomic bombs, and it was our key to exposing him.

“Thank you,” he sighed, placing kisses all over my hands. He looked at me like he wanted to say more but decided against it.

“Maya said to get you downstairs for breakfast. But first, we have to get your wrist cleaned up, or she’ll have a coronary if she sees you coming downstairs with burst knuckles so early in the morning.” He chuckled as I pulled him to his feet and led him to the bathroom.

*******

“Did he say anything about the condition of the shipment?” Father asked hastily before I could finish my report.

“He only said that the port suffered an explosion immediately after the shipment was offloaded. He didn’t mention anything about the state, and I couldn’t ask more without seeming suspicious,” I replied, glancing over my back.

I told Maya I was going to take a quick post-breakfast stroll around the neighborhood after Mikhail left, and I seized the opportunity to update Father on recent events.

“Good job, Cara. See how much progress you’ve made in a very short time with you in the same house with him,” he commended, and I rolled my eyes. Of course, he would give himself credit for my progress.

“One more thing, though. You said he would be leaving for Russia tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, Father,” I answered, silently praying he wouldn’t ask me to raid the house in Mikhail’s absence.

“I need you to go with him.”

“What?” I spluttered, taking a minute to register his words.

“When he returns from work, you’ll tell him you would love to visit Russia. Make up a story about how you would love to know his roots. Whatever you do, make sure you’re on that plane with him,” he said, and the line went off before I got the chance to refuse.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I doubt Mikhail would be keen on letting me tag along. This was a work trip.

I let out a frustrated sigh and made my way back to the house, feeling a sense of regret over reporting to Father, but at the same time, I held on to the hope that this shipment would be the key. It was the cause of everything.

*****

“That was…woah,” Mikhail panted as I crawled up to him on the bed, wiping the remnants of his cum off my chin.

“I just missed you a little, and you looked so tense when you left earlier.”

He pulled me flush against him, placing a kiss on my head. “Thank you.”

I counted to ten in my head, waiting for the right moment to start the conversation with him without seeming like it was the reason I gave him an unexpected blowjob.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, and I lifted my head to get a good look at him.

“What gave it away?”

“You do this thing with your fingers when there’s something bothering you. Come on, what’s the problem?”

I took a moment to let his words sink in, making a mental note to be more careful around him. “I want to follow you to Russia.”

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