Sold to the Mob Boss: A Mafia Romance (Lavrin Bratva) Nicole Fox (most popular novels TXT) š
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I undress, peeling off the oversized suit coat, my torn blouse, and my leather miniskirt. I pause for a moment and look down at myself, clad only in a pair of sheer lace panties. My pale elbows are mottled with bruises where Stephen/Augustin squeezed me at the nightclub. It feels like that was a million years ago. With another heavy sigh, I slink into the blue dress and pull it up around me. The material is surprisingly soft, but truth be told, I just want a warm pair of pajamas right now.
āIām done,ā I say. The door is yanked open and the bodyguard stomps in again.
āLetās go.ā
This time, he doesnāt poke me, but leads the way to an outside terrace. The area is almost as large as the inside of the penthouse. In the middle of a cast iron table is a beautiful centerpiece made up of lilies and surrounded by candles. Wine sits in a silver bucket of ice and two entrees of seared steak and a medley of potatoes and fresh vegetables lie waiting. The smell of the food makes me realize how hungry Iām. When did I last eat? I can see the steam rising from the food into the cool night air. My mouth is watering and I feel weak all of a sudden, like I might fall down if I donāt eat right this second.
Then a cough pulls me from my daze.
I turn to meet the gaze of the man from the auction.
Heās standing behind one of the chairs at the table. He gestures at the other as he says in a smooth, low rumble, āIf you would, please join me for dinner. Iām sure you must be hungry.ā
I donāt reply. I just stare at him, as if he sprouted a new head.
He steps forward towards me. My first instinct is to jump back. He must see my fear, because he smiles and raises his hands as if to show me he means no harm. I almost laugh out loud. The man who bought me, who abducted me, who might very well end this night by tossing me off the fortieth-floor balconyāhe means no harm. Just a nice guy, really, Iām sure. Loves his mom, donates to charity, saved a kitten from a tree once. The whole thing is a sick, cruel irony.
He comes around to the back of the second chair and pulls it out for me. āPlease, take a seat.ā
Part of me wants to argue, but the part of me thatās famished chooses the path of least resistance. I hesitantly sit in the chair heās offering. He makes his way back across the table and takes his seat. āWhat is your name?ā he says politely.
āWhatās yours?ā The words rush from my mouth before I can stop them.
He smiles and says, āIām Nikita Lavrin.ā
Nikita Lavrin. I say the name inside my head. Itās a strong name, and the way he says it is so confident, like itās the most valuable of all his riches. He says it like I should know who he is, although I donāt have the faintest idea.
All at once, my anger comes boiling to the surface. āAngry Annie,ā my grandmother used to call me when Iād lose my temper. It didnāt happen often, but when it did, I was a terror and a half. And if anyone has ever deserved the full brunt of my wrath, itās this rich pretty boy smiling at me from across the table.
āSo, Nikita Lavrin,ā I spit, āWhat makes you think, after getting kidnapped, dragged around, and damn near threatened with rape for half the night, that Iām in the mood for a steak dinner and small talk with someone who purchased me? Do you think Iām having fun? Do you think this is enjoyable? Youāre a monster, and you need to let me go right now, or Iāll call the police.ā
The words pour out of me in a big rush, but as soon as Iām done speaking, I immediately regret it. I shouldnāt have said any of that, especially not with so much venom. And especially since I have no idea who Iām actually dealing with.
He doesnāt say anything. His eyes are dark and unreadable. This is my first time seeing him up close and personal like this. At the auction, the room was too dark and although I could make out some of his featuresāand that he was handsomeāit didnāt prepare me for how beautiful he is up close. His lips are pale and thin and his nose slender and rounded. His eyes are the green of fresh dew. A prominent jaw drawn in a graceful slash reveals the strength of his neck, wrought with twining cords of muscle. Heās an Adonis ... and Iām in trouble.
Then he smiles again.
āYouāve had quite a night,ā he says. āPlease eat. There will be time for answers after you have some food in you.ā
And just like that, my outburst is over. His voice has a weird effect on me. Itās equal parts calming and invigorating, like a splash of cold water to the face while my core heats up. My anger disappears completely and in its place once more is the throbbing hunger thatās been killing me since the second the scent of the steak first hit my nostrils.
I pick up my fork and poke at the tender meat on my plate. Caving, I take a bite and nearly exclaim at the explosion of flavor that floods my taste buds. The meat is savory, tender, and has the faintest hint of pepper. I moan as I chew. God, Iāve never tasted anything so delicious.
Satisfied that Iām eating, Nikita takes a bite of his own. I watch him carefully from the corner of my eye as I keep devouring the food on my plate. He reaches over and pours wine into my glass and then
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