Owned by the Russian Mafia Boss: A Mob Romance by Leona Lee, Bella Rose Read Free Book Online

dead and also having worked for Grigori. Dead at the young age of twenty-four. Natalia shuddered. Scanning through the file, she realized that the kid had worked for the mob for ten years. That meant he’d started at the tender age of fourteen. How was that even possible?
    Her anger mounted as she opened the drawer and filed the young man’s folder away. The kid hadn’t even had a chance to live a life. Is this what Alek did as well? Did he find young and vulnerable teenagers and strap a gun to their hands? What did he promise them? Money? Prestige? Fucking candy?
    The next file the she opened made her blood run cold. The picture, taken three decades ago, held a familiar face.
    “Dad?” she whispered as she stared at the young features of Petr Primac. There was no way he worked for the mob. It simply couldn’t be possible. Swallowing hard, her eyes skimmed down the page. Part of her screamed to close the file and never look at it again, but she had to know. Apparently he’d worked for the previous mob boss at the age of twenty, and he’d retired ten years ago.
    Retired? All the others had died, but her father had managed to get out. How was that even possible?
    Her hands shook with fury. Alek had left this file out on purpose. He’d wanted her to know what her father had done. Maybe it wasn’t even true. Maybe it was just a form of emotional manipulation.
    Well, she didn’t give a damn about his orders for her to stay out of his office. If he wanted to fuck with her like this, he was going to face the consequences. She wanted answers. And she wanted them now.
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    After Alek pulled out the paperwork and looked over the budgets for the casinos, he received a phone call from Sasha letting him know that Boris had arrived. Taking a deep breath, Alek whirled his chair around and waited. For any other rival, he would have stood and shaken his hand, but Boris was more than a rival. If Alek could have found a way to kill Boris by now, he would have.
    Boris was a disgusting man. Weighing more than three hundred pounds, he literally threw his weight around. As he pushed his girth through the doorway, he flung his belly and glared at Alek. “Evanoff. I see your men still don’t trust us. They had hands in places I usually reserve for my special women.”
    Alek wanted to vomit in his mouth. “You don’t have a reputation of staying within the parameters of our deals.” He looked at Sasha. “Were they clean?”
    “No.”
    “I rest my case,” Alek said. He pointed to the chairs across the desk. “Sit down so we can get this unpleasant business over with. If you’d like to simply sign the contracts, I’ll be happy to return your weapons, and you can be on your way.”
    “If you’ve made all the changes that I requested, I’d be more than happy to sign the contract,” Boris said as he squeezed himself in the chair. It squeaked dangerously under him, and for a moment Alek thought the man would fall. His guards flanked him on either side of the office, and Sasha and Misha positioned themselves behind Alek. The room was tense.
    “As I’ve noted before, the changes you want to make are outrageous. Your proposed casino is a front for a whorehouse, and it is far too close to my territory. Move it back at least fifty kilometers, and you will have no issues from me.”
    The smile slipped off Boris’s face. “I have held my territory before you were even born, boy. I am only here out of courtesy. I will build my casino wherever I like,” he said coldly.
    Alek didn’t even twitch as he pulled out a piece of paper from the center drawer of his desk. “I’ve known for quite some time that you wanted to build. Now, I would like to be as cordial as possible, but I’ve already taken steps to make sure your casino does not get built. If you do not agree to move your place of business fifty kilometers away from my borders, I will sign this contract that will allow me to purchase five blocks of store front property in the