Page 4 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

“Donna,” I snap angrily.

My assistant steps into my office.

“Yes, sir?”

I dump the folders onto the desk with the rest of the paperwork scattered over it.

“Why the fuck is this so disorganized?” I snarl.

“You told me you were in the middle of something and I shouldn’t touch it, sir. I can clean it up right now.” She hurries towards my desk.

I shake my head.

“Don’t bother. I’m leaving in five minutes. Sort it out then.”

She stops in her tracks and looks unsure about what to do.

I’m so annoyed, and I know it’s not her fault.

The meeting I just had was a complete disaster. The clients had been all in from day one, and I did everything perfectly on my end, but when it came time to pay, they suddenly had a million excuses.

I had to cut them off, and now I have to explain this shit show to my brothers, who will not be happy with me.

They are always telling me I’m too reckless, I’m too impulsive. Fuck it, how are you supposed to get shit done in life if you don’t take chances and use your instincts?

I slump down into the sofa on the other side of my office.

Donna has smartly left and given me some privacy.

I rub my thumb and forefinger against my temple to try and massage the headache away. It’s been forming there for the last two hours now.

My fingers brush over the scar above my eyebrow—a deep one. I still remember that day. My brothers will say it’s another example of me being reckless. I’ll say that guy got what he deserved.

I chuckle.

Fuck it.

Fuck those clients.

I throw back the last of the coffee in my takeaway cup and glance towards the bin next to my desk.

Aim. Throw. The cup lands perfectly in the bin.

Silently, I cheer for myself, then lean back on the sofa and stretch my legs out onto the coffee table, folding them over each other and stretching my arms behind my head.

It’s not even the clients that are pissing me off, to be honest.

It’s Clara. That sexy little fox has been driving me crazy since the first day I met her.

Sure, I met her when my brothers and I kidnapped her, but that’s not really the point now, is it?

The point is that ever since that day, I haven't been able to get her off my mind. And no matter how hard I push, she pushes right back, resisting every advance I make.

I am not the kind of guy who is used to having a woman turn me down. And to make matters worse, I have never wanted a girl so much in my life.

Clara has my full attention.

Every fucking day.

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