Bastard’s Baby(14)

“Thank you,” I said.

“No problem.” She turned and walked toward the door. “One more thing. If you ever need me, pick up the phone and ask for me by name. They’ll know who I am. I’ll come running.”

“Thank you,” I said again.

She nodded. “Please, ask for help. And good luck if you decide you don’t want any.”

I smiled. She turned and disappeared out the door.

“What a strange place,” I said softy. “Right, little boy?”

He smiled up at me.

I looked down at the packet Sonya had brought up and felt something deep in my chest.

It was relief.

For the first time since Alex had been born, I felt like he was safe. We weren’t in immediate danger. Vince was going to protect me for the next three days at least, and then he would find out that he was definitely the father.

Then, who knew what would happen. But at least I was safe for a little while and could finally catch my breath.

Almost as if on cue, Alex started crying.

The work of a mother is never over, I thought to myself.





8





Vince





I gave her a night to get settled.

The mansion was a crazy place. It was easy to forget that it was a mafia compound and not a five-star resort. I spent the night in my own room on the grounds, drinking nice whisky, eating decent food, and otherwise trying to forget about the girl that was staying just down the hall.

Of course I had them put her in a room near mine. I couldn’t resist myself. Kaley was still so damn sexy, her body was incredible, and the way she looked at me with this mixture of fear, hate, and desire drove me fucking wild. My cock was hard every second I was around her.

But she was trouble, and that baby was a real problem. If I was a father, I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do.

More importantly, though, she was a Russian mob princess. Her being in our compound meant the Russians were going to be pissed, and it was only a matter of time before we heard them bitch and moan about it.

Still, I couldn’t resist her. I even got one of the childcare ladies to help Kaley out with the brat just so I could steal her away and get one more taste of that perfect pussy.

The next morning, I got up early and walked down the hall. I knocked on her door and waited.

She answered a minute later and looked surprised to see me there. She was wearing this tight white T-shirt that was practically see-through and short cotton shorts that barely covered her ass. She looked fucking incredible.

“Morning, princess,” I said.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I want to talk to you.”

She glared at me but stepped aside to let me in.

“How’s the kid?” I asked.

“In his crib in the room,” she said. “I finally got him to sleep.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You been up all night?”

She shrugged. “Newborns don’t sleep.”

I laughed. “Shit. Being a parent must suck.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Ask yourself. You’re a father now.”

“Yeah, so you say.” I walked over and sat down in one of her chairs. “Come, sit.”

She stood next to a chair, arms crossed. “I don’t take orders well.”

I grinned at her. “That’s fine with me. I think I can get you taking orders soon enough, though.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I shrugged. “Just remembering our night together. You seemed to like it when I told you what to do.”

She blushed. “Don’t bring that up.”

“Why not? You sure as hell liked me back then. You liked my thick cock between your legs. You liked getting fucked by me.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“Not that long. You still think about it, I bet. Probably soaked right now just thinking about how I worked that perfect fucking pussy of yours.”

“Is that all you came here for, to talk about that night?”

I shook my head. “No. But that little outfit you’re wearing has my cock hard, so I can’t think of much else.”

“Well why don’t you go deal with that yourself and come back later.”

“How about you come over here and let me deal with it now.”

She crossed her arms, annoyed. “What do you want, Vincent?”

I sighed. “Fine. Down to business.” I put my hands behind my head, leaning back in my chair. “I want to know how you can be of use to this family.”

She stared at me for a second. “What do you mean?”

“Listen, princess,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if that brat is my kid or not. Truth is, we need something from you if you plan on hanging around here under our protection.”