Sold to the Mob Boss: A Mafia Romance (Lavrin Bratva) Nicole Fox (most popular novels TXT) 📖

“I spoke to him. So far, the police are in the dark. The docks aren’t even on anyone’s radar,” Eitan responds.

The shipment is big and I know there will be some glitches, but so far everything is going according to plan. I take a deep threat. “And what about Gino’s threat?”

Eitan squirms in his chair. “There are more rumors floating around today that the DeLucas plan to muscle in on our guns business.”

A low growl rumbles deep in my chest. Of course Gino would want to make a move. I can’t blame him. Most of the bosses want all the power. “Explain.”

“Word is that Gino is coordinating his own shipment with more upgraded guns. M-9s, grenade launchers, armor-piercing bullets, even some 3-D printed guns that metal detectors can’t pick up. And ...”

“And?” I raise an eyebrow.

“... And there is also another rumor about him looking to heist your shipment.”

I snort. “That can’t be serious. He wouldn’t be so dumb as to move against the entire council like that.”

Eitan clears his throat. “Rumor or not, we have eyes on him and have noticed he’s been increasing his numbers.”

My jaw tightens. I like this less and less.

Augustin speaks. “Mr. Lavrin, I think maybe we should put together a team to track Gino, especially during the shipment. This way there won’t be any surprises. Maybe we could come up with an alternate route that only you know about—or that only the three of us know about—until moments before we arrive at the docks. That way, Gino won’t be able to intercept,” Augustin says.

Not a bad idea. And not just for Gino, but for anyone possibly thinking of hijacking my shipment, including the bikers. They’ve been allies for a long time, since my father’s days behind this desk, but I’m still not fond of having another group involved with that much influence over the proceedings.

Once again, I’m impressed by Augustin’s sharp grasp of the situation. He has Eitan’s stamp of approval, and his suggestions so far have been sharp and actionable. Perhaps a future right-hand man in the making, when Eitan retires. “Agreed. Augustin, go ahead and start putting a team together to track Gino.”

“Yes, sir.” Augustin stands and shakes both my hand and Eitan’s before exiting the room. Eitan waits until the door is shut before looking at me again.

“What do you think?” He tilts his head slightly, awaiting my response.

“Impressive. He shows promise.” I thumb through some papers on my desk, grinding my molars. Gino still weighs heavily on my mind, that impulsive Italian bastard. “So, what do you think about Gino’s threats? Is he just running his mouth or do you think it deserves more attention?”

“I’m not sure. Right now, I think we just run business as usual. If the team picks up on anything or if Gino makes a slight misstep, then we handle it quickly,” Eitan says.

“Agreed.” I have never been one to sit idly by, but no better option seems to be presenting itself for now.

Eitan says his goodbyes and heads out, leaving me to focus on my normal tasks. The rest of the day flies by, though I do little but stare at endless rows of data in spreadsheets. Anything to avoid thoughts of Annie.

Finally, as the sun slides through the blinds hanging over my window, I decide to leave. Shutting off my computer, I make my way down to the car to head home. The ride isn’t long, yet it’s long enough for my mind to wander to Annie, and as soon as it does, my dick hardens.

Fuck.

Just the thought of the woman sets my body ablaze. The driver pulls up to the elevator entrance and I adjust myself before stepping out and heading up to the penthouse. I force myself to stay patient. Going to her right away would be giving into my desires. No matter how badly I want to fuck her senseless, the move is to wait. And wait. And wait.

After a quick shower, I change into a white shirt and gray slacks and stand in the mirror. I think, not for the first time, that I look like my father. My mother used to keep a photograph of my father in the living room when I was growing up. It’s a shot from him in his younger days—not much older than I’m now, actually—from the day he purchased his first car.

I close my eyes and picture it. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, a confident slope to his nose. Those Lavrin eyes—piercing, stormy, proud. I open my eyes, look in the mirror, and see the same features. I see him in me. I’m his legacy.

A faint aroma of penne a la vodka drifts into my room. It’s time. Dinner. Annie. I groan as my dick begins to harden once again. That body, that innocence ... I won’t deny myself another time.

Tonight, I won’t stop myself from ripping off her dress and burying myself deep inside her.

My cell phone vibrates against the nightstand and I grab it, dreading a possible development with Gino. But when I click open the message I’m met with a picture of a pair of naked breasts. A text from a girl I used to sleep with. The phone dings again with a follow-up message, asking me to come over.

Her body is flawless, but it’s nothing to me anymore. The prize I’m after is waiting down the hall.

My fingers click against the screen as I inform the slut to lose my number—I’m done with her.

Annie awaits me.

Chapter Eleven

Annie

I can’t believe my luck. I found a small bottle of laxative pills tucked in the medicine cabinet of the bathroom attached to my quarters. I slipped one into Jimmy’s morning coffee when he wasn’t looking. It didn’t even take five minutes before he was running off to the bathroom, leaving his suit jacket draped over the chair he was sitting in ...

With the elevator keycard in the pocket.

I don’t have time to