All Chapters of Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NadezhdaHe wasn't wearing a mask or anything. At least, I don't think so. Truthfully, I don't remember much of anything.Samara had been hounding me to go out on a date for months, and I'd finally agreed, dolling myself up in my best dress with my brown hair twisted back in a knot of braids and a full face of makeup on. But at the last minute, Samara couldn't make it. Something came up, and I was left with the prospect of wiping away an hour of hard work and staying home with my parents, or flying solo. So, I went out. The club was in a seedier part of St. Petersburg, but I didn't feel unsafe there. I went straight to the bar for a drink, hoping to dance, maybe meet a nice guy.Everything after that goes fuzzy. If I was drugged, I have no clue who it would have been, but that feels like the only adequate explanation for the black spots in my memory. My thoughts around that night are like a picture on a dry erase board that has been partially scrubbed clean. There are faint lines here

ArtyomIt takes me less than ten minutes to drive to the hotel where the dealer was staying. He has booked a private conference room off of the main lobby for us to meet. Hotel staff bring us espresso and a plate of biscotti that sit untouched."I know you and my brother began negotiations last month, so maybe you can catch me up on what you discussed." I pull my chair in closer to the table, hands folded in front of me. My tie feels too tight around my neck, but looking the part of a professional is important, even in the criminal world. I don't know Leonid, and as badly as I want to loosen the tie and unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt, I want to make it clear the Paplov family is a serious operation. We don't enter into contracts lightly, and we take our business dealings seriously."I'm glad we are meeting up," Leonid says, sliding a few papers to the center of the table and turning them sideways so we can both read them. "I've been trying to get in contact with Lukyan, but

NadezhdaI must have a death wish.I know I shouldn't laugh. If my mother was here, she'd slap me herself. She'd probably think I'd finally lost my mind. I am laughing in the face of Artyom Paplov. Third in line to the Paplov crime family. Maybe I have lost my mind.After a long morning of chores and taking over Samara's lunch prep, I felt like I was starving. Before being pregnant, I could easily skip lunch with no issues. Sometimes, I would even forget to eat. Now, however, I'm hungry all the time. Hunger claws at my insides and turns my stomach. If I don't eat, I'll get sick.So, I have to take regular breaks. Not long breaks. Just a pause long enough to shove a handful of walnuts in my mouth or drink a glass of milk. Plums have been a favorite. Samara noticed I was picking the plums out of the fruit bowl, so she started keeping extras in the kitchen pantry. My fingers have been stained purple from eating them every day.But I've been busy enough today that I haven't even had time

NadezhdaThough, to be fair, I only imagined it once.Lukyan and Artyom came up to the estate five years before when they were eighteen. They had recently been given more legitimate positions in the family, and their father wanted them to learn about the St. Petersburg side of the business. I was fifteen at the time, barely old enough for Lukyan to notice me, so I know Artyom didn't pay me any mind. But I paid him mind. One day towards the end of the week they spent at their uncle's house, I saw Artyom coming in from a jog. His white shirt clung to his body. He was not as broad as he is now, still just a boy, but I didn't know any better.To fifteen-year-old me, Artyom was perfect.I was hiding behind a large bush at the corner of the house, and as Artyom walked up the steps to the estate, he reached behind his back and pulled his shirt over his head. I caught a quick glimpse of the muscles of his back and the indentations above his hip bones, and I wondered what it would be like to t

Artyom"Have you talked with Dominic' staff?" Mother asks. "Maybe some of them have seen or heard from Lukyan."I shake my head. "I've been staying there the last three days, and I haven't seen him.""What about Nadezhda?"I'm so surprised to hear the maid's name come out of my mother's mouth that I freeze for a second. Long enough for her to clarify her meaning."The pretty brunette maid. The groundskeeper's daughter," she says. "Maybe she would know where Lukyan is.""I know who she is. The important question is why you know who she is.""She has lived in the cottage on the estate since birth," she says. "I've seen her before.""But never with Lukyan." As far as I knew, Lukyan's interest in Nadezhda was recreational. He enjoyed taunting the maids and making them uncomfortable. Even if he did ever decide to fuck one of them, he wouldn't be sticking around to pillow chat afterwards. Nadezhda won't know anything about where Lukyan is.She nods slowly. "I've seen them together a few tim