Her Russian Billionaire (BWWM Alpha Male Romance) by Violet Jackson, BWWM Crew Read Free Book Online Page B

explain. He didn’t know how he was going to, but he figured that she would at least let him explain himself. Demitri must mean more to her than a few newspaper stories, right?
     
    “Tasha. Please call me. I don’t know how to talk to you if you won’t pick up. I promise it is not as bad as it seems. Please Tasha…I miss you.”
     
    Demitri hung up the phone and sighed to himself. “Do you want me to try to talk to her, sir?”
     
    He shook his head. “No, she just needs time I suspect.”
     
    Rusco grunted, not giving his opinion one way or another. He had learned long ago to stay out of it as much as he possibly could. He had warned him and though he had said it was because of her, it was because of the way that Demitri had looked at her. Rusco had known then that he was falling and he wanted to save him.
     
    “If she doesn’t forgive you, it just wasn’t meant to be boss.”
     

Chapter 11
    Tasha listened to the message several times. There was something in his voice that heightened each time he called and left a message. She knew that she should call him or at least answer the phone and let him say his piece. Tasha just couldn’t. She was afraid that she would melt as soon as she talked to him, much like she did as she heard his recorded voice. It had been two weeks and all she did was think of him. Her eyes stayed on the lookout for more information about him. It seemed that he had pled not guilty, though the prosecutor was sure that he had a guaranteed conviction.
     
    Pausing, she said goodbye to Maya and took off towards her job. Smokey’s was a welcomed reminder that she was going to be okay. It was like her life didn’t change at all. He was gone and she probably wouldn’t see him again, especially if he went to prison for drugs. Tasha groaned inwardly with the thought and her hand went to her necklace as she walked. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her and she couldn’t believe that he had. Now she wondered how he had gotten the keepsake back. The question that she asked herself was, wasn’t anything he had done worth it, to just get one small piece of her mother back?
     
    The thought made her stop in her tracks. She shouldn’t care what the papers say, she loved him and he had to feel something for her. Or he wouldn’t keep calling day after day. She left a message saying that she was sorry she ignored him, but that she loved him no matter what. When she hung up, she was astonished that she had said that, though she knew deep down it was true. She did love him.
     
    He never called back and Tasha wondered if she had come around too late. She called his cell phone again, leaving another message telling him that she was getting out of work soon. “If you can come down, please do. I miss you baby.”
     
    ***
     
    Walking out of Smokey’s later that night, Tasha was sad that he hadn’t called her. She pushed her small braids back off of her shoulders and walked towards her home, ten blocks away. Like the night she had met him, Tasha had a strange feeling go up her spine. She didn’t see anybody though, so she continued towards her apartment and her son.
     
    It was when she was a couple of blocks away from the bar, on the most isolated stretch of her walk that a van parked twenty feet in front of her turned their lights on. The light flooded around Tasha and she shielded her eyes to see past the blinding light. She heard the doors open and footsteps coming towards her. Reality set in and she turned away from the van and started to run. Her heart pounded in her chest, covering up the other foot falls on the pavement that were quickly catching up to her. She screamed out as one large hand grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her back and off her feet.
     
    Thick arms encircled her waist, while a bag of some sort was pushed over her head. Her attackers threw her into the back of the van and Tasha was left cursing behind the hood. She did not know who they were, but she