Page 22 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“Gotta go, huh?” the waitress asks, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m in a hurry,” I tell her, whisking a hand through my hair.

“No problem. Larry’s quick on the grill this morning and you’re lucky. Just earlier we experienced a breakfast rush going on. You’ve got good timing.”

“Great, great,” I gush out, my tongue dry. Shakily, I pick up the laminated menu, running a finger down it and picking out menu items. “Ah, I’ll take a fruit salad and a breakfast muffin to go.”

“Great.To go.” The waitress chirps, handing the takeaway order to the chef, and even though the order takes less than five minutes to get to me, it’s five minutes longer than it needs to be. I’m in a race against time, and if I don’t get to safety quick enough, Ruslan’s going to find me. Shuddering, I hate to imagine what he’s going to do when he catches me. Once the waitress arrives back with my order, I beat a hasty path to the door, and my heart sinks to my feet when I see the large blacksedan out front, slowing down and pulling into the diner parking lot.

Mortification floods my senses as his vehicle pulls in next to mine. The unshakeable weight of doom is sitting on my shoulders, and I’ve only got a few seconds to get inside my car, and haul ass. I take it, almost knocking a lumbering woman’s shoulder off in the process. It was her fault for lingering at the door.

“Hey!Watch where you’re going lady.”

I don’t care who I just ran into. This is a matter of life and death. Driven by fear, I reach my car, clicking the remote beeper and practically rocket launching myself into the driver’s seat. Cranking the engine, I reverse with a loud tire screech, swinging wildly to avoid the incoming diner traffic. I gain a few middle fingers and obscenities for my trouble, but it’s not something I can worry about right now.

I swing the car back into acceleration as my heart races at full speed, and I hit the I-290 on a mission to evade Ruslan. “Fuck! Hurry up.Shit.I have to get away,” I mutter, feeling nauseous, and worried about the health of my baby as I slide neatly between two cars to avoid being shot at. I know Ruslan has guns in his vehicle, and if I can avoid being shot, then I’ll do everything I can to stop it.

Ruslan isn’t giving up, though, quickly catching up and matching the speed of my vehicle. His windows are tinted so I can’t see inside. Conducting a quick glance to the left, I check if I can pull off a quick maneuver into a nearby slip lane. I’m able to swing it, knowing I’m going the wrong way, but I can’t turn back now. The Omerta files are stowed away under my seat in their special box, but I can’t let Ruslan catch me, otherwise… I’m as good as dead.

Ruslan’s on my tail, and craftier than I realized, following me into the slip lane anticipating what I was about to do. I’m in a drive-through town I’m not familiar with, but the sign up ahead shows me the way to get back on track to the nearest highway. Blindly, I swerve from lane to lane, doing my best to keep Ruslan guessing. Keeping my eyes focused on the road ahead, I do my best not to look up at the mirror, punching forward and finally reaching the freeway. The lanes flare out as sweat trickles down my back, my hands white-knuckled to the steering wheel. We’ve left suburbia behind and are out on the open road, and I make the mistake of checking my mirror, only to see the back door of Ruslan’s van opening and a gun pointing at the back of my vehicle.

Sheer horror overtakes as I slow down, attempting to shake off the shooter. It’s not Ruslan, it’s some other man I’ve never seen before. Probably his associate. Ruslan recovers as I speed up, and the cars peter out around us. He’s willing to open fire on me in broad daylight. The guy is a madman.

I can’t lose my baby, even if it is his, but there’s nothing I can do about the man shooting out my tire. My car hits the skids as my tire deflates, and the car starts clunking along the road.

“Shit, shit, shit. What is going on?” I keep driving, not knowing how to keep the car on the road, but it’s a fruitless exercise and I’m going to have to come up with another plan.

The back door of the other vehicle closes and Ruslan turns up the heat, speeding up and bumping my vehicle to the edge of the road. There’s forest on both sides of the road, and I have no other option. I’m going to flee.

Pulling over to the side of the road, I stop the car, yanking my keys out of the ignition, and running into the forest. There’s a sign that catches my eye.Coghlan Forest.I pump my legs andarms as fast as I can past the spruce trees, and into the main clearing, my lungs burning. When I look back, I see the large outline of a male frame running after me, and there’s no chance I can outrun Ruslan. He’s too tall, too powerful, and too fast, but the main advantage I have is that I’ve already got a head start on him. I’m confident I’ve put enough distance between him and me, and stop in the middle of the forest clearing, sucking in oxygen.

I’ve lost him. Good. I stop, pausing my escape and finding the nearest water fountain. As I gulp down the water, I clutch my heart, scared it’s going to stop beating, and with an outpouring of sweat mingled with fear drowning my body.

Once I catch my breath, I take in my surroundings. There’s a few campsites, along with a toilet block off to the side, and the whole outline of the clearing is lined by pine trees.

Okay, okay, I’ve made it. I’m away from him. Now I just have to get back to my car and somehow to get back on the road again. Safely.

Wiping my brow, a slight wind picks up, but there’s something else that makes my teeth chatter, and it’s not the sudden onset of wind. Hairs stand on the back of my neck as I turn around, Ruslan appears poised, and deadly with a proud grin on his face and his hand burrowed deep in his pockets.

Chapter Fourteen - Ruslan

I’m not a man you can easily run from, and now as I have my pretty little prey pinned against a tree, I know it to be true. I can smell the fear pulsing from Fiona’s body and see the intense terror in her eyes as I hold her hands above her head, pinning her to the pine tree behind her. Her heavy breasts swell as she inhales, but with the firm hold I have over her, she can’t move—but still, she isn’t exactly yielding to me the way I want, and it’s turning me into a savage. Tightening my grip around her wrists, her body wriggles underneath me, because she’s trying to find a way to get away from me, but there’s no hope in hell I’m letting her go. I lean my body weight into hers, breathing hard on her face.

“Give up,” I grind out in her ear, then sticking my tongue out to lick it.

“Let me go!” she demands, her face flushed from running, but I shake my head.

“No, Red October. You and I both know I can’t do that.” I chuckle at her naïve suggestion, but I’m equally impressed by her driving skills. She would make an excellent getaway driver, if I needed her to be one. But right now, all I need from her are the precious Omerta files.

“Very, very good, Red October. I underestimated you. You’ve got stamina and you’re very cunning.I like it.It’s the biggest thrill for a man like me,” I pant, proud that Fiona has made me sweat for it. There’s an undeniable magnetism the minx possesses, and I succumb to the irresistible urge, bruising her plump lips with a rough kiss, prizing her mouth open, and dipping my tongue into the dark well of her mouth. Alarm crosses her face as she regards me with a mix of fear anddefiance, but the kiss deepens with her passionate response, our tongues blurring together.

The deep groove of a smile drifts over my face as I draw back and take note of the determined glint in her emerald eyes. I draw one of her arms down, quickly drawing my gun with the other, only to remind her of who’s in charge, jamming it hard into her stomach.

“The game is over. Where are the files?” I grind between my teeth, the trickle of sweat dripping down the side of her face, begging me to wipe it. Temptation takes a hold of me, but I keep Fiona solidly pinned to the tree, not letting up.

She doesn’t fold as I expect her too, but then again, the buxom vixen has been unpredictably exhilarating from our first meeting and her sumptuous mouth stays clamped shut. We’re in an open field, in the middle of nowhere, and if I were to shoot her execution style and bury her body, she’ll be gone without a trace. The thing is we’ve got unfinished business to settle.

Clicking off the safety with the intent to frighten her into giving me the Omerta files, I push the barrel of the gun deeper into the middle of her stomach, her eyes widening, but more so than spotting fear, there’s a steely resilience. She’s not giving up, and as a crow craws above our heads, I’m even more impressed by her loyalty. Another excellent trait that would bode well amongst the Bratva ranks. It’s a shame I was sleeping with an enemy in a way, but her strategic moves are reminiscent of being the daughter of a Don. That’s for certain.

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