All Chapters of Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Viktor I can't remember when last I chased after a woman. But what I do remember is, they never ran as fast as Anna. Ever. She would put most track stars to shame. "Hey!" I finally catch her elbow through the double doors. "Stop. Where are you going?" She turns, flustered and out of breath. "I-I have t-to go, sorry! I have to—" Her voice dies when she tries to tear out of my grasp and her bag slips off her shoulder and upends. We both reach for it at the same time and the jostling knocks a smaller bag out of it. "Here, let me get that⁠—" "No!" I bend down to pick up the baggie, intending to just give it back to her. But when I see what it's holding, I freeze. I look at it. At her. At it. At her. Say something. You need to say something. But what the fuck am I supposed to say? "Congratulations"? "Who's the father"? "Are we having a boy or girl"? Oh, fucking hell. I wave the stick. "How are you carrying this about?" "Salvatore..." She looks around cautiously, trying t

CHAPTER TWELVE

I'm so restless. I need another drink. The bottle of vodka hasn't left my side for the better part of an hour, which is how long I've been staring at the laptop screen. Trying to process this email I have opened in front of me. Trying to process the fact that I, Viktor Mikhail Anatoly Ivanov, am about to become a father. My sister, Irina's sing-song voice rings in my ears. "I don't understand. Is that a problem...? Or a blessing?" I chug more vodka down and pray the screen will start swimming enough for all the information to blur together until it makes sense. Because as it stands now, none of this makes sense. I had everything meticulously planned out. Nikolai was supposed to be the family continuer. He should have been the one to go to the premiere and talk with Hermes and all that shit... No. Can't think about that what if. Even though he's my little brother, the mental image of him being the one to sweep Anna off her feet and into that storage closet makes my stomach churn.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Anna I should be getting ready. Should be doing something more, at least. More makeup, or more jewelry, or more… I dunno. Better hairstyle, maybe. Instead, I’m lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling like it’s going to spit out all the answers to my burning questions. How is this supposed to work? How am I supposed to raise a baby with a man like Salvatore? Should I raise my baby with him? What if he thinks I’m just some gold-digger? I don’t need Salvatore’s help. Even if my parents have fallen from grace, and are at the verge of disowning me, the new job I'll hopefully get soon will make me enough to put a roof over my head. I will make enough to cover rent, bills, and make sure my baby has everything they need. But I want Salvatore's… not his help, but more like… involvement? Yeah, that’s it. I just want him to be involved, to be part of this whole process of learning how to become decent parents in a less-than-decent world. He doesn’t know how much his promise means to m

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Anna Viktor's words sound garbled in my ears. I’m trying to just draw in the next breath, exhale, and repeat. I’m pregnant. With a Russian mob boss’s baby. I fucked a mob boss. A criminal. An insanely hot criminal, but this is not the time to split hairs. “Thanks, Viktor, really.” I offer him my most magnanimous smile so he knows there’s no hard feelings. “For everything. You’ve been wonderful, and you’re absolutely right—this food is too amazing to skip for salad. So again, thank you.” He casually lofts a brow. “But…?” “But I don’t need your help. Or your money. Or your protection.” The other brow joins his hairline. “Oh, really?” Why do I have this sinking feeling that he’s not taking me seriously? “Really really. I’m a big girl. I can tie my own shoes and everything. I’ll get a new with great employers, and a solid paycheck⁠—” “I will provide for my child. And you.” The tone of his voice brooks no argument. He’s not raising his voice or expressing any anger, but the muscl

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Viktor"Sir? Sir! You can't just go back there!""Room Five, right?" At the nurse's widened eyes, I know I've guessed the right one. "Thanks."Not my fault they left the computer unattended.I'm even less impressed with the condition of the hallway as I charge towards the examination room. This place hasn't been updated in, what, thirty years? That, paired with the shit security and how fucking easy it was to read Anna's medical records just sprawled across the desk...Well, I'm in no mood to negotiate."What the hell?!"I shut the door behind me just as quickly as I opened it, fully prepared to duck any flying specimen cups or whatever Anna launches at me. "You⁠—""What the actual fuck?!" She scrambles to tug the threadbare blanket over her body with one arm while she waves me off with the other. "Get out!"She glances over at the perplexed nurse, her features shifting from shock to rage to embarrassment. "I am so sorry–I didn't think he'd just barge in like this."Again, she whips o

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

AnnaA knock sounds on the door. Blair pops in with a shit-eating grin. "You're gonna wanna clear more space off your desk.""Stop. Really?" I glance at my tiny desk, which is already covered with several vases' worth of champagne roses, notecards signed by Viktor, and a few empty smoothie cups. "Are you serious?""Not as serious as Lover Boy is!" She steps aside. Right on cue, several men and women in uniform march in carrying vases of blood red roses, a large box tied with velvet ribbon, and yet another prenatal-packed smoothie with an itemized label of every ingredient slapped on the side.Okay. I might be enjoying the attention a little bit.Just the teensiest, tiniest little bit."How many roses this time?" Blair lets out a low whistle as she does a quick count. "Four dozen. And the expensive kind. Don't these last a whole year?"I let out a wistful sigh and nod. "As do the ones he sent yesterday. And the day before."Every day since our first ultrasound appointment, actually.Bl

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ViktorI have to remind myself that killing a senator is a bad idea.Silas is mostly oblivious about my internal struggle. He hems and haws as he fumbles with the drawers of his desk in an attempt to avoid eye contact.You're not allowed to kill the senator...No matter how good it would feel."Explain to me again what's preventing you from signing the contract," I drawl.He adjusts his suit jacket and clears his throat. "It's not just me; it's the whole Department of Justice I have to worry about. Budget constraints. Verification measures. People are going to want to know where their tax dollars are going and I have to be able to provide answers."I drum a few fingers on the arm of the chair so I don't ball them into a fist and drive that fist into Silas's face.No matter how fucking good it would feel."It's interesting to me how all these concerns are only just now coming up." I keep my voice level. "If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think you're stalling."His face begins to

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ViktorI'm in a foul mood after leaving the senator to cower in his office. I need visceral reminders that someone in this world knows how to pull through, so I text my sister and arrange to meet up with her at one of our private hangars.Irina let me know this morning that a new delivery of specialized ammunition was due to arrive after a long delay. She'd insisted on overseeing the inbound processing herself to avoid further fuckups.As I park my car in the hangar, I can see her barking orders to every man who isn't already scrambling to swiftly obey her. She doesn't stop her stride even when she hears me slam the driver's door shut."Get Vlaski on the phone and tell him it's today or never," she orders one of our lower vors. "If he pulls any shit, we're canceling the order. Make sure he knows it."Watching my baby sister keep everyone in line is already soothing my temper. She's a mirror image of our mother with her long, dark hair and slim build, but she has the same fire and tena

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Anna“To new beginnings!”Blair and I clink our shot glasses together, but when she knocks hers back in a single gulp, I secretly toss mine into my glass of ice water.She smacks her lips and adds our empty shots to the growing stack at our table. “Yeah!” She shivers with glee and giggles.Yeah. I try to fake the enthusiasm over tequila I didn’t drink because hey, we’re here to celebrate. After seeing the immense—and immensely gorgeous—penthouse I am now calling “home,” the stipend burning a hole in my bank account, and a hefty commission on a major new film deal that came out of nowhere shortly before closing time…Well, I’ve got a lot to celebrate.I wanted to go to a steakhouse and tuck into some filet mignon, but Blair wanted to ring in the weekend “the proper way.” So I’ve been tossing aside shots of liquor and discreetly ordering virgin versions of the cocktails she picks from the menu. I’m having a great time; it’s just hard to match her energy when I’m not matching her intoxic

CHAPTER TWENTY

AnnaI’m not drunk. There’s no way. I have absorbed exactly zero percent of alcohol this whole evening.So why is my door blurry?It takes a few moments of blankly staring at the door to my new penthouse to process the fact that it’s not blurry at all.It is, instead, covered in plastic sheeting.And also, locked.The fuck?I quickly take out my phone and put a call across to the caretaker.“Hi, Mr. Marquette?” I’m super glad I put him on speed dial for things like this. It’s way later than I intended to be out with Blair, and being overly tired is pretty damn close to being drunk. “Sorry to bother you so late. What’s, ah… what’s up with my door?”“Oh my God! My apologies!” Mr. Marquette sounds like he’s scrambling out of bed as he wakes up more to talk to me. “I completely forgot to call you. I feel terrible, really.”“It’s totally fine.” I force the smile into my voice. Unlike my mother, I don’t turn into a raging bitch when things inconvenience me. “I’m just trying to get in and my

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