Big Bad Alpha: A Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Very bad. They don't know whether he will live or not.”

  “Cassy, are you okay? You look terrible?” Judy asked.

  “I'm okay. What happened?” Cassy asked.

  “He was found in a garbage container. He was lucky. The guy was about to tip it into his truck. I don't know any more than that.”

  “Judy, can you do me an enormous favor? Can you look after Michael for a few hours?”

  “Sure. No problem,” she said.

  “Stay here with Judy,” Michael repeated after Cassy had told him to.

  *****

  Igor was wired up to so many machines that Cassy could hardly get close to him. She looked around for a nurse or a doctor. A large man in a blue uniform arrived with a packet of rubber gloves.

  “Can you tell me how he is?” Cassy asked.

  “Are you family?”

  “Yes,” she lied.

  “He's in an induced coma. His brain is swollen. The next twenty-four hours will be critical to his survival.”

  “Survival?”

  “Yes. He's fighting for his life.”

  Cassy held on to the chair the nurse brought for her to stop herself from fainting. Why she suddenly cared so much about what happened to him, she didn't know. Okay, they'd had sex, but that wasn't enough to make her feel the way she did. He'd rescued Michael, and she'd given him sex in return. That was it. What more was there to say? Only her body was telling her something completely different. She wanted to lie next to him, cuddle him, and tell him he would be fine.

  He was a mess. Both his eyes were swollen, his upper lip was swollen, and it appeared as if his nose was broken. Only God knew what was wrong with him inside, she thought. If he could rescue Michael, the least she could do was sit with him until he gave some reaction.

  Cassy called Judy and asked her to look after Michael overnight. Then she sat in the chair next to Igor’s bed and closed her eyes. She catnapped through the night, and when it began to get light outside, she went to freshen up.

  When she came back, a man was standing next to Igor's bed. “Who are you?” she asked.

  “Dima, his brother.”

  When she looked closer, she could see a resemblance.

  “Are you Cassy?”

  “How did you know?”

  “I saw you on TV. That's the reason he wanted to help free your brother, because he took a fancy to you. Now it may have cost him his life.”

  “What happened to him?”

  “I fled New York after Hyka came for us, but Igor is crazy sometimes. He thinks he can take on the world. He went to Hyka's residence and tried to kill him. Needless to say, it was he who was almost killed.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Cassy, you are in grave danger. You should go back to London and hide out until we've finished the job.”

  “What do you mean finished the job?”

  Dima waited until a passing nurse was out of earshot. “Nothing will stop Hyka until we have killed him. Nothing. When he knows Igor is alive, he'll send someone. And he may well come after Michael again. You really aren't safe. Go back to London and let us finish the job.”

  “But what makes you think you can? Look at you. You had to flee, and Igor's half dead.”

  “We're Russians. We've got a lot of friends to call on, and that's what I'm going to do. Very soon Hyka will be floating face down in the Hudson River.”

  “But what about Igor? Who will look after him?”

  “Go back to London. Igor will contact you when he gets better. If he does.”

  Cassy thought about what he'd just said: “If he does.” There was a chance Igor would be a vegetable, but if Michael was in danger, she would go back to London.

  *****

  Jesus, what was wrong with me? Cassy thought as she leaned over the flower border and threw up. She'd taken Michael for a walk in the garden of Igor's London home and had suddenly felt ill.

  “Sick?” Michael asked.

  “Yes, I feel a bit sick. Shall we go inside?”

  Michael nodded. “Inside. Yes, inside.”

  Cassy went to the bathroom and threw up again. “Shit,” she muttered. She took off her top and felt her breasts. She hadn't noticed, but they were a little sensitive to the touch. She was in a foreign country with the responsibility of an autistic brother, and she was more than likely pregnant, she thought.

  “Michael, we've got to go for a walk again,” she said.

  They wandered slowly down to a drug store and went inside. The old woman behind the counter gave her a tester kit and Cassy paid.

  Cassy didn't know what to think when the display showed “Pregnant.” She wanted to cry. She was thousands of miles from home, and the father of her child was unconscious in a hospital. She put her hand on her belly and closed her eyes. Suddenly she was overcome with tender feelings for Igor that were so strong, she picked up her cell phone and called Dima.

  “Great timing,” he said. “I'm at the hospital. They called me and told me he'd woken up. Do you want to speak to him?”

  “Oh yes,” she said enthusiastically.

  “Hello,” he said.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Okay. The doctor says I'll be out in a few days. They were a bit worried about me, but the swelling in my brain has gone down.”

  “Thank God. Igor, when are you coming to London? I need to talk to you.”

  “What about?”

  “I can't tell you on the phone, but I need you to come here as soon as you can.”

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, perfectly. Michael is okay as well. It's just that I...I need you.”

  Igor smiled. He was pleased she'd said that. He'd realized in the few hours he'd been awake that he needed her very much as well. When he thought of her, he knew his days of womanizing were gone. There was only one woman for him now. “Cassy, Dima and I have one last task, and then I will come to London.”

  “What task?” she asked.

  “We have to finish what we started.”

  “No, Igor. You were almost killed. My God, you're lying in a hospital bed and talking about going out to fight. Are you insane?”

  “Insane or not, Hyka is going to pay. This time we're going with our friends.”

  “No, Igor. I forbid it.”

  “And who are you to forbid me anything? If you remember, I helped you when I didn't have to. Without me, Michael would be dog meat. Never talk to me like that again.”

  Cassy wanted to tell him about the baby. That was why she was so worried. She didn't want her child to grow up without a father. “Sorry. Do what you have to do. But come back to me in one piece, and soon. Okay?”

  “All right,” he said.

  When he'd hung up, Cassy called a friend of her late father's.

  “Dennis, it's Cassy.”

  “Cassy. How's Michael after what happened to him?”

  “Okay, I think. There doesn't seem to be any bad reaction. Maybe in the future, but who knows.”

  “Margery and I were so sorry to hear what happened. But at least he's home now.”

  “Actually, we're in London, but it's a long story. Dennis, I need your help. I want to sell everything—the business and the house.”

  “Wow. Are you sure?”

  “Perfectly sure. I was never really interested in the toy business, and I don't think Dad would have minded me selling it. What do you think it's worth?”

  “About fifteen billion dollars.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “Can you start the procedure for me? I'll see that you're well remunerated.”

  “Sure. Give me a couple of weeks. I'll consult the lawyers and get back to you.”

  “Thanks, Dennis.”

  Cassy sat down and wondered what it would be like to have that kind of money in the bank. She didn't want to be a business woman; she wanted to be a good mother. With that kind of security, she could help her children become anything they wanted. Sh
e'd never have to work again, and she could buy Michael all the care he needed.

  Cassy had promised Igor she wouldn't call him for a few days. He needed time with Dima to develop a plan for the extermination of the man who had kidnapped Michael. Her sickness continued, and she often went to bed early and dreamed about how Igor would react when he found out she was expecting his child.

  After a week, she started to worry. She called.

  “Igor, what's happening? I'm worried.”

  “Not now,” he said and hung up.

  What the hell? she thought. She called back.

  “Listen, I'm in the middle of something. Haven't you got any fucking patience?” Igor said.

  “Sorry,” she replied.

  Perhaps she'd interrupted him in the middle of the task at hand, she thought. Still, even if she had, there was no need for him to talk to her like that. When he got to London, she would inform him of her displeasure at the way he spoke to her.

  *****

  Michael was sitting in an armchair working out how many roses were on the wallpaper while Cassy was lying on the sofa, feeling queasy. CNN was on TV, more as background than active viewing.

  Cassy started to listen when she heard the words “Albanian and Russian.”

  “There has been a shootout in Brighton Beach, New York, between what is thought to be a Russian gang and an Albanian gang. It isn't clear what the motive was, but eye witnesses report a group of about twenty Russians bursting into a well-known restaurant that belongs to Murat Hyka, an Albanian businessman. The whereabouts of Mr. Hyka is unknown, but it is thought he was taken away from the scene by a group of Russian men. So far the police have made no comment, except to confirm that three Russians were killed in the shootout and five Albanians.”

  “No,” Cassy said. “Oh god no. Please don't let it be him.”

  “Cassy okay?” Michael asked.

  “Yes, darling. I'm fine,” she sobbed.

  “Don't look fine,” he observed.

  “No, really, I'm fine.”

  Cassy left the room and tried to call Igor. No reply. She tried Dima. Also no reply. Now she was frantic. If it was him, what would she do? No, it couldn't be. The reporter had said there had been twenty Russians and only three were dead. Chances were Igor wasn't one of them.

  Throughout the evening, she kept CNN on and saw the same report time after time. It was of no comfort. The names of the dead weren't given. All she was doing was making herself more miserable, she thought.

  “Bedtime Michael,” she said at half past ten.

  When Cassy got ready for bed, she prayed that he was still alive. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but it was useless. An hour later she got up and wandered down to the sitting room. She turned on the TV and again waited for news.

  She felt a hand on her shoulder. “Michael, go to bed,” she said.

  “It isn't Michael. It's me.”

  Cassy jumped up and threw herself at Igor. “How the hell did you get here so quickly?”

  “It's only a five-hour flight from New York.”

  “I thought you were dead. They said on CNN...”

  “Never believe the press.”

  He kissed her and lifted her up. “There's only one place I want to go with you,” he said.

  “You'll have to be very careful with me from now on,” she said. He looked at her quizzically. “I'm pregnant.”

  “What? How?”

  “That's the dumbest question I've ever heard. I'm about five weeks.”

  “So it's mine?”

  “Jesus, Igor, what do you take me for? Of course it's yours. You're going to be a father.”

  “Oh my god, really?”

  “Yes.”

  He took her to the bedroom and made love to her. He was a passionate lover, but this time he was gentle, tender, and loving. Cassy fell asleep more satisfied than ever before with the knowledge that he was safe.

  When they woke, she rolled to him, and he put his arms around her.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “Dima, me, and a few others went to his restaurant. We asked him about Michel. He told us to fuck off. He was very rude. A few of his men came out and started shooting, but we soon silenced them. Then we took the fat little asshole and threw him in the river. At the time, he was wearing a concrete sock.” He squeezed Cassy to him. “It's over, Cassy. You and Michael are safe now. We can go back to New York.”

  “I don't want to. I'm selling all my assets in America. I want Michael to have a happy home here. England is much less violent than the US. He's been through a lot. I'll pocket a few billion from the sale of the toy business, and then we can live a happy life without worry.”

  “Okay. What do you think about us?”

  “I don't want you. You are far too violent.”

  Igor sat up and looked at her face. She was laughing. “Joke, right?”

  “Of course it's a joke. I love you. I was terrified you'd been killed. At that moment, I knew you were the one for me.”

  “And I love you. So, let's stay here. I'll make some inquiries about a school for Michael.”

  That morning at breakfast, Cassy announced to her brother, “Michael, I'm having a baby.”

  “Baby,” he repeated.

  “You know what I mean, don't you? We’re going to have a baby in the house.”

  Michael looked at her and put his hand on her belly. “Okay. A baby,” he said.

  *****

  Cassy had a boy and a year later a girl. She and Igor were married when both children were old enough to walk down the aisle with them. Igor concentrated on buying and selling real estate and never again entered into dubious activities.

  Michael lived with Cassy and Igor. Their children loved him and looked after him as a brother.

  *****

  THE END

  MAFIA Romance - Kidnapped

  “You bitch. You fucking whore!” Fabio screamed. “Is this how you repay my kindness? Thirty years of marriage and this is all you can do to me?”

  Maria rolled over and covered her breasts with a sheet. The man lying next to her looked at Fabio and wondered how he was going to escape.

  “Was she good? Was she a good screw? I hope she was fucking worth it, because you're gonna die a long, painful death,” Fabio said, his voice cracking into a higher pitch under the strain.

  He'd been home to Italy to see his very old mother. He hadn't seen her since the magnificent party he'd thrown for her at his brother's home in Naples more than a year ago when she'd turned a hundred. He'd come home before Maria had expected to find her naked, on all fours, a man banging her from behind.

  Not expecting to find his wife in bed with another man, Fabio hadn't bothered to carry his pistol into the bedroom. He'd left it in his jacket, which he'd hung up in the hallway. His house was the most heavily guarded home in Chicago, but he hadn’t thought he needed to defend himself inside his own residence.

  He walked round to Maria's side of the bed, wound his fist into her hair, and yanked her in one movement from the bed. She landed on the floor in a crumpled heap. “Get out, you pathetic bitch,” he said, pushing her toward the door with his foot. “Get out while I see to your lover. I'm gonna cut his cock off and hand it to you as a memento of the day you crossed me, you filthy piece of trash.”

  Maria continued to crawl along the floor, eventually reaching the door. Fabio closed it behind her and turned to the man lying in his marital bed. Fabio didn't need a weapon to rip a man apart; he was perfectly capable of doing it with his bare hands.

  “So, you think you can cross Fabio Affini, do you?”

  “It's the first time we have met, Mr. Affini. I am very surprised by your lack of good grace.”

  Fabio wasn't sure whether he'd heard the man correctly. “What? Did you just say...”

  “Yes.” The man pulled his arm from under the sheet and pointed a gun at Fabio. “You see, I always come prepared when I fuck someone's wife. Especially when it’s someone as dang
erous as you. Now back up against the wall.” Fabio walked backward and watched as the man got out of bed and put on his shorts. “I said get back,” he repeated when he noticed Fabio creeping closer. This time Fabio backed right off and waited. Once the man had pulled his pants and shirt on, he pointed the gun at Fabio and opened the bedroom door. “Thank you for your hospitality. Your wife, as you have no doubt forgotten, is the most amazing fuck. Did you teach her all those things?”

  “Get out of my house,” Fabio hissed.

  When the man was gone, Fabio left the bedroom, ran down the stairs, and called Christian. “Get your ass over here now,” he shouted.

  While he waited for Christian to arrive, Fabio looked for his wife. He found her hiding from him in the basement.

  “Why, Maria? Why, after all these years? I've taken care of you, haven't I? You've never wanted for anything.”

  She looked at him and shook her head. “You have given me all the material things I needed. But the one thing I wanted most, you have been unable to give me.”

  “What are you talking about?” he asked.

  She noticed how old he was beginning to look. When they'd married, he'd had a full head of black hair. Now, apart from a few strands of comb-over, he was bald. “Love and affection,” she answered. “I needed your love more than anything, and you haven't been able to give me it. I have never felt you really cared about me.”

  “You crazy bitch, of course I cared about you. Even though you haven't been able to provide me with children, I still loved you. Maybe you were too self-absorbed to see it. I want you to get out of my house. Go wherever you want; I will give you money. But if you ever darken my door again with your presence, I will have you killed.”

  He walked up the basement staircase and into the hallway. He lived in a mansion he'd bought thirty years ago from the proceeds of the first really successful drug deal he’d done. It had netted him five million. Thirty years ago that was a lot of money, and he was suddenly able to move with the jet set. He'd met Maria at a party on a ship in the harbor. She and her parents had arrived a few years earlier from Milan. He remembered how beautiful Maria had been that evening. She was still beautiful, but she'd crossed him in the most despicable way, and now he wanted rid of her.

  “Christian, do you know what happened to me half an hour ago?” Fabio asked when a tall, dark, and very good-looking man arrived in his office.