Russian Killer's Baby by Bella Rose Read Free Book Online

the midst of all this craziness, Feliks actually looked over at her and gave her a soft smile. “Yes, you really do.”
    “Would you watch the road?” she snarled. “I prefer not to die by slamming into a building.”
    He laughed while navigating the twists, turns, and one-way streets of South Boston on his way to a location only he could guess. Then he spun the wheel sideways one last time, and they were in a tiny space between two huge privacy fences. The smaller area opened into a larger one with covered parking. He parked the car in a spot deep in the darkest corner and shut off the engine.
    “I assume we’re here,” she asked hesitantly.
    “Sort of.”
    ***
    “Are you out of your mind to bring her here?” Pyotr asked in a voice almost loud enough to tell the rest of the house what it was they were arguing about.
    Feliks lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Calm down, Pyotr. It’s not for long. Just until I figure out why it seems like everyone is gunning for me.”
    “Don’t be daft,” Pyotr said in Russian. “You know why. It’s because you’re lugging your target around like a giant piece of baggage instead of disposing of her as we planned.”
    “I can’t dispose of her, as you put it,” Feliks said quietly.
    “Why not?”
    “She’s pregnant.”
    There was a lot of low cussing from Pyotr, none of it complimentary. “Are you certain?”
    “Yes. I’ve seen the test.”
    “So, you’ll be wiping another unwanted bastard off the planet. So what?”
    For some reason, the cold disregard for life behind that statement bothered Feliks. He pushed that away for the moment and focused on the other fact keeping Annika alive. “The child is mine.”
    This time there was no cursing. There was only silence, and that was far worse.
    Pyotr sat quietly in his leather executive chair behind his huge mahogany desk and steepled his fingers together. “How can you know that?”
    Feliks gazed around the study. The dark wood shelving was very old world. A collection of first edition classics graced the glass front bookcase, and there was fine art by good Russian artists on the wall. How many times had he stood here in this very spot receiving orders from Pyotr or Vasily? The two men had been closer than close. Feliks had been their little protégé. He had always believed he knew those men as well as he did himself. Now he wasn’t so certain.
    “The first night I attempted to complete the contract on Annika,” Feliks said in a voice devoid of emotion. “I went to a club and convinced Annika to take me home with her for a few hours. We slept together. At the time, I intended to inject her afterwards and be done with it. Unfortunately, Vadir showed up, and I had to make my escape before I managed to complete the contract.”
    “A woman like that could have been with a dozen men that week and half a dozen the week before. You have no way to know whose child it is. Why would you assume she has any claim on you?”
    Feliks felt the shuddering burn of instant fury at Pyotr’s accusation against Annika. “She isn’t like that. You don’t think I know the difference?”
    “I’m not saying that at all. I am simply stating the impossibility of knowing for certain that a child is yours until a paternity test can be performed.”
    “I see,” Feliks said softly. The slow simmering anger sat in his chest like a living thing. “And the best answer is to snuff out both lives before I have a chance to know that for certain?”
    “I didn’t say that either. You’re putting words in my mouth.”
    “You’re inferring them!”
    Pyotr’s gaze narrowed suspiciously. “What is it you want from this woman?”
    “I’m not certain yet.”
    “You’re not the type of man to settle down with a woman and raise a family as though you were some tame bear. You are a cold-blooded killer through and through. That is what you have been all your adult life. Why would you stop now in order to play house with some