Plus, there was no way the girl would do this if she didn’t think I really was the father of her kid. She was a Russian mob princess, daughter of one of the most notorious bosses in the organization. Just showing up at our door was a huge deal, and it could be really fucking bad for everyone involved.
Bringing her inside was even worse. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, and Rafa kept looking at me like I was insane.
Finally, we got to the mansion. I helped the girl out of the cart.
“Thanks,” she said, “but I can walk.”
“Suit yourself, princess,” I said.
“I’m not a princess,” she snapped.
I grinned at her. I loved the fire, the anger. I had to admit, she was just as sexy as I remembered, her hair long and thick, her lips pouty, her eyes a deep green. Her body was fantastic, and I could barely believe she’d just had a damn kid.
“Come on. Follow me.” She fell in behind me and Rafa as we walked back inside. I hurried back to our office, my mind moving a mile a minute, trying to formulate what the fuck was going to happen next.
I quickly ushered her inside. “Sit,” I said, motioning at the table.
“Can I have one of these?” she asked.
“Sure. Whatever.”
She quickly grabbed a bagel with one hand and bit right into it. She poured herself a coffee, all the while bouncing her baby and speaking softly to it.
“Rafa,” I said, “outside.”
He nodded to me, and the girl acted like we weren’t even there.
Once outside, I shut the door. “What the fuck, boss?” Rafa asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know, Rafa.”
“Why did you bring her in here? Is that really your kid?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “But this could be an opportunity for us. We’ve been looking for something to get over the Russians forever. Maybe she’s it.”
He made a face. “I don’t see how. Seems like a stretch.”
“Also, it could be my fucking kid. I can’t kick her out and risk the Russians stealing the fucking thing away.”
Rafa grinned. “Not a thing, boss. That’s a baby. I think his name is Alexei.”
“I know his name,” I snapped. “Look, just watch her for a little while. I’m going to talk to a few people, figure this shit out.”
“Fine. I can handle that.”
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.”