I turned and opened the door and then stopped dead in my tracks.
Rafa bumped into me from behind.
“What?” he asked.
Kaley’s shirt was up and she was nursing the kid right there in the middle of the office.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“You’re, uh, shit, sorry,” I stuttered. I was fucking torn between trying to look at her perfect fucking breasts and getting the fuck out of there.
“You can come in and watch or you can leave, but make a choice,” she said.
“Hard to look away,” I said, smirking. “You sure you want to do that right here?”
“It’s either this or he starts crying. Your call.”
I laughed and nodded. “Fine. Make yourself at home.”
I quickly turned and shoved Rafa out of there, shutting the door behind us again. “Stop staring, you fucking pig,” I said to him.
“What? I couldn’t see shit.” He shrugged, grinning. “She could have gone to the bathroom if she wanted privacy.”
“She shouldn’t have to feed her kid in the fucking toilet,” I grunted at him. “Wait a minute and knock before you go back in, got it?”
“Got it, boss.”
“And Rafa? Be fucking nice to her. That could be my fucking kid.”
He grinned at me. “Okay, Papa Vince.”
“Fuck you,” I said. “Call me that again and I’ll rip off your cock and shove it down your throat.”
“Sure thing.”
I walked away, grumbling to myself.
There was no way that was my kid, no fucking way. This morning had gone from bad to worse in a matter of a few minutes. Suddenly I had a fucking sexy-as-hell woman breastfeeding in my goddamn office, claiming that her kid was mine. Oh, and she was the daughter of a rival gang member, which made it all way more complicated.
I hauled ass toward the stairs and then climbed up to the third floor. I went down a few halls and then stopped in front of a door and knocked.
It took a minute before someone answered. She pulled open the door and smiled at me kindly.
“Good morning, Vince,” Natalie said. “What can I do for you?”
“Morning, Nat,” I said. “I need to see Lucas. It’s urgent.”
“It’s always urgent with you boys,” she said, smiling. “Come in. He’s around here somewhere.”
I followed her inside, and she gestured for me to sit. I collapsed onto the couch, worry running through my body.
I could handle a thug with a knife. I could fight a man and kill a man. I understood business better than most.
But a fucking baby?
Lucas emerged from the other room after a minute, looking haggard.
“Vince,” he said. “The fuck do you want?”
“You look tired,” I said.
“Try dealing with kids sometime; you’ll understand.”
“That’s actually why I’m here.”
Lucas frowned. “You want to talk about my kids?”
“No. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just saying it. About thirteen months ago, I fucked the daughter of Anatoli Kozlov, and now she’s here claiming that her baby is mine.”
Lucas stared at me for a second and then burst out laughing. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“No, I’m not. She’s fucking down there with an infant. Four months old, she says, and I fucked her like thirteen months ago.”
“Shit,” Lucas said, shaking his head. “Why did you let her inside?”
“Because what if it’s my kid?”
“So?” he asked, staring at me. “Since when do you care?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I couldn’t throw her out.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, man. Fuck. I need a paternity test.”
“We can arrange that.”
“What do I do with her? She says she’s on the run from the Russians. They’re trying to take her kid or some shit.”
He frowned. “She said that?”
“Yeah. She’s an embarrassment to them. I was thinking she could be useful, but she may be trouble.”
Lucas nodded. “Big fucking trouble. I need to talk to my father.”
“Fine, sure. What do I do in the meantime?”
“Go to the infirmary and set up a paternity test. I’ll go talk to my father, tell him what’s happening.” Lucas paused and then grinned at me. “This is real, right? You’re not fucking joking around?”
“No, I’m not fucking joking, Lucas,” I snapped.
“Shit man. You might be a father.”
“Yeah,” I grunted. “Might be.”
“Congrats.” He grinned at me hugely and stood up. “You’re going to love it.”