Jared felt hopeless as he drove down the road, he’d never be able to find them on his own. He picked up his phone to call Seth wondering why Julie and Lauren hadn’t done the same, but he had no service. That was when he remembered the satellite phone in the glove box, and felt a surge of hope. When Seth picked up the emergency line, he quickly explained the situation and Seth jumped into action.
“Stay on that road and keep your eyes open, in this weather she couldn’t have gotten far. Once they reach Porterville, they’ll have to stop, the roads beyond there have been closed for hours. I know a lot of people in that town, let me make some calls and let’s see if we can’t find them.” Seth’s quick action gave Jared hope that they might get there before it was too late, he had no idea what Gina might do, especially if she was as crazy as it sounded.
Jared made it to Porterville without seeing another car or evidence that one had turned off on one of the few side roads he passed and for once he was glad that his family home was so far from civilization. The town was nothing more than a few streets grouped around a school and post office, so he headed to the first place he could think of — the motel. When he came to a halt by the front door, he saw several cars in the parking lot but didn’t recognize any of them, so he went into the office.
After giving the desk clerk a description of the two women, he said, “Oh, yeah. I rented them a room a little while back. The pregnant one didn’t look too good, but when I asked if she needed a doctor, the blonde one said she was fine. Made me kind of nervous the way she was acting, but I figured with the storm and all, she was just freaked out.”
“What room are they in?” Jared was getting more panicked by the second.
“Well, I don’t know if I can tell you that.” The clerk said, stepping back from Jared.
Jared reached across the counter and grabbed the man by the collar, “That pregnant woman is the love of my life and she’s been kidnapped. Give me the room number and call the police, tell them she’s got a gun.”
Jared approached the hotel room quietly, glad that it was on the first floor. He had no idea how he’d get past Gina if she had a gun, but he had to get Nicole out of that room. Then he had a brilliant idea, instead of getting Nicole out, he’d get Gina out, he’d lure her out of the room then take the gun away from her. It was the safest plan he could think of, so he walked boldly up to the door and knocked.
“Who’s there?” Gina shouted through the closed door.
“It’s Jared.” He said, then added, “I’ve come to take you back to Juneau.”
The door opened a crack, then all the way and Jared’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that she had the gun in her hand. “What do you mean?” She asked, looking at him skeptically.
“I’ve come to take you back with me to Juneau. I’m sorry it took so long, I had to get some things straight first.” Jared said, trying to pull her into his arms.
“Do you really think I believe that? Where have you been all winter, a winter I spent living in a motel room and selling my body to pay my bills?” Gina screamed at him.
“Oh, sweetheart I didn’t know. You should have let me know, I would have taken care of you.” Jared said, hoping his words would hit home.
More than anything else Gina wanted to be taken care of, and she immediately responded by throwing herself in Jared’s arms. “Oh Jared, that’s all I ever wanted.”
Jared immediately pulled the gun out of her hand and threw it out the door, which he’d left open. He whipped her around and captured her wrists in his strong hands, then pushed her out the door just as the police pulled up. When they jumped out of the car, their weapons drawn, Jared let go of Gina and put his hands in the air.
Gina immediately turned on him, screaming and punching him, trying to scratch his eyes out until she was pulled away and put in the back of a police cruiser. Jared explained the situation as quickly as he could, anxious to get back into the room and check on Nicole. Finally, the officer followed him into the room, demanding that Nicole back up his story, but he took one look at her and called an ambulance.
“I don’t think this little lady is going to be giving any statements any time soon. You’re just going to have to come with me.” He said, trying to pull Jared out of the room.
Nicole was panting, the contractions coming closer and closer together, but she managed to say, “That woman ran us off the road and brought me here at gun point, this man is the father of these babies, he saved us.”
Jared rushed to the side of the bed and took Nicole’s hand, “Babies? I don’t understand.”
“We’re having twins.” Nicole managed to grind out through clenched teeth, another contraction building.
Jared smoothed the hair off her face, “We need to talk later Nicole, right now we need to get you to the hospital.”
“Jared, I don’t think there’s time. I think these babies are going to be born right here.” Nicole said, fear suddenly clouding her eyes.
“Okay, that’s okay.” Jared said, as much to himself as Nicole. “We can do this.”
An hour later, with the help of the paramedics who showed up just in time, Jared was holding his sons. They were the mirror image of each other, their perfect little bodies so small they barely filled his arms, but Jared was already in love with them. It seemed impossible that less than twenty-four hours ago he’d had no idea that these little beings even existed, but now that he did, he was happier than he’d ever imagined he could be.
The paramedics were anxious to move Nicole and the babies to the hospital, but Jared chased them out of the room, wanting a few minutes alone with Nicole. He sat down on the bed with her and handed her one of the babies, who immediately snuggled down in her arms. Jared had so much to say, but knew that he only had a few minutes.
“I’m sorry I was so stupid, that I couldn’t see that without you my life is empty. Even before this, I wanted you with me. I was on my way to get you. Come back to Juneau with me Nicole, I want to wake up to you every morning for the rest of my life.” He said, stroking her cheek with his free hand.
Nicole reached up and returned his caress, “I saw the press conference, if I could have I would have come to you. I know I should have told you about the babies but I was afraid you’d feel some obligation and I never want to be an obligation.”
“You will never be an obligation Nicole, I love you. I love you so much it hurt the entire time we were separated, and I don’t ever want to feel that way again. No matter what happens in my life, even if I lose the governor’s race and all my money, it won’t matter as long as we’re together.” Jared said, bending down to kiss her tenderly on the lips.
“I love you too Jared and I’d like to find out what it’s like to live in the governor’s mansion.” Nicole said, sure that someday that was exactly where they’d be.
The end.
Evgeni, My Russian Savior
A BWWM Billionaire Mafia Romance
A complete story, brought to you by best selling author J A Fielding.
Athena Davis is still struggling to come to terms with the death of her fiancé on their wedding day.
Two years have gone by, and despite her friend's insistence she needs to do otherwise, she's still living a fairly sheltered life.
That is, until Evgeni Markovic comes along.
Evgeni is a Russian business man full of charm, a handsome smile, and that 'je ne sais quoi'.
However, he also has a very dark past.
Part of the Russian mafia with deep ties in the lifestyle, he's now trying to go legit and change his ways.
But his mafia buddies have other plans.
Can these two find love and stay safe with Evgeni's dark past hanging over them?
Find out in this sexy and thrilling romance by best selling author J A Fielding.
Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes so hot, you'll want to scream out in Russian!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapt
er 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
Athena Davis adjusted her earpiece as she made her way back into the Virginia Aquarium. She had been outside getting a breath of fresh air and giving her feet a breather after being on her feet for almost five hours straight.
“This fundraiser is never-ending,” she thought as she stroked her hair which she had pulled back in a high bun.
Athena’s company GoCreative had been in charge of organizing the charity fundraiser at the Aquarium. She would have rather spent her time organizing a more exciting event but this was what fell on her lap and considering she had spent almost two weeks at her desk, she needed to be out of the office. A lot of people at GoCreative had been skeptical about the venue but Athena was positive she could pull it off…and she did.
As soon as she stepped foot back in the Aquarium, she sighed. She could not wait for this event to be over so she could go home and soak in a long bubbly bath. That was all she really craved at that moment. She made her way to one corner of the main foyer. A smile played on her lips. They were now auctioning a date with one of her bosses, Conrad Malone. She had to admit, it was a brilliant move especially since Conrad was everything any woman dreamed of: rich, good looking and had a killer smile. The bid was now at sixty five thousand dollars. She picked a glass of cider from one of the waiters who was walking past her.
“You are a very private person,” she heard a male voice behind her say. She could not help but notice the strong eastern European accent in his voice. Hungarian, Romanian, Russian…she could not quite place her finger on it. She was not very sure what it was.
“What makes you say that?” she asked as she turned around to come face to face with a brown haired hazel eyed man.
“I have been watching you since I got here,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow over the other.
“You have been watching me? Should I call the police or something?”
The man smiled.
“Maybe I should be the one calling for help,” he said in a soft voice. Athena took another long sip of her cider.
“And why is that?” she asked again.
“Attractive black woman in killer heels on her feet all evening,” he said as he slowly walked around her to lean on the wall. “And the earpiece you have on,” he added as he pointed at her right ear. “You are either an assassin who’s been sent out here for someone or CIA.”
Athena laughed and shook her head. And it was not a forced laughter either. It was a genuine honest to goodness laugh.
“So, Femme Fatale, which one is it?” he asked.
“Assassin? Why would you come to that conclusion?”
“Well, I have watched enough movies to know that the best assassins are the ones who can distract their mark,” he answered. “Mostly they use their sex appeal.”
“So what you are telling me in so many words, is that I have sex appeal?” she asked and the man shrugged.
“Everyone has sex appeal. Even the most unappealing people. They have their own idea of sex appeal.” His eyes ran down her body. “And yours is literally the life of this party.” She smiled and bit her lower lip.
“I would have thought that the life of this party was Rue Sorrento,” she pointed out.
He gently scratched his right temple.
“And why is that?”
“Simple. She has money coming out of her…well, choose an orifice and she has spent it to get that picture perfect body she loves flaunting so much.” She turned and looked at the subject of her criticism who had on a tighter than tight white dress with an amazingly low neckline. “Seriously, every man here is ogling at her.” She turned her attention back to the man again. “Makes me wonder why you are not part of that bandwagon.”
“Well, for starters I am not every man.”
“But you are a man, right?” she had an insincere smile on her face.
“I am but I tend to delve deeper into personality rather than work with what is on the surface,” he said in a whisper. “And right now I would like to know if someone here will be dropping dead any time soon.”
Athena looked into his eyes and then shook her head.
“I hate to disappoint you sir, but I do not work for the CIA or some black ops program,” she smiled.
“That is exactly what an assassin or a CIA agent would say,” the man pointed out.
“I guess you are right but the earpiece is for team coordination,” she said in a soft voice.
“Again, something a CIA agent or an assassin would do.” This time Athena laughed.
“Most assassins work alone, right?” she said as she looked at him and he nodded.
“Yes, so that option is out.”
She bit her lower lip again and stretched her hand out.
“Athena Davis from GoCreative, the company that organized this event.”
“That clears a lot of confusion,” the man said smiling. “Evgeni Markovic,” he said as he shook Athena’s hand.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”
“So, I have to ask. Evgeni…what is that Hungarian?”
“Russian.”
Athena smiled. This was probably the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. She had never met someone from outside the US let alone Russia. She almost asked him if he knew any guys from the mafia but she quickly realized that asking him that was as shallow as someone asking her if she knew Obama or Beyoncé.
“I thought I was doing a killer job of masking my accent,” he said and she shrugged.
“Not as well as you think.”
“I blame my grandmother. She was always talking to us in Russian. Something about us not forgetting where we were from,” he said with a smile.
“That’s a good thing, right? I mean, heritage is important.” He nodded. “I would know because my grandmother went the extra mile to trace our roots. I think I am Somali or something of the sort,” Athena said smiling. “You’ve got to hand it to heritage…being important and all.”
“It is important, don’t get me wrong but mine went the extra mile to home school us for the first five years because she did not want us to be ‘corrupted’ by the western culture…it’s a long complicated story with her, trust me,” he said smiling and she nodded.
“Clearly,” she said with a smile.
Evgeni looked around the foyer and nodded.
“So you put all this together, huh? This is pretty impressive.”
“Well, I like to think that anything I put my heart and soul into is pretty impressive,” she said as she took another sip of her drink.
“Of course,” he said as he scratched his brow. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”
“Disrespectful,” she echoed before she took the last sip and put her glass on one of the waiter’s trays. “Now I have to ask.”
“What? What do you have to ask?”
“Do you know any mafia guys? I mean, I know this is a very weirdly racist question but…” her voice trailed off when she saw the way he was looking at her. He suddenly laughed as he shook his head.
“Yes it is,” he said, still laughing.
“I am so sorry,” she whispered. She felt even sillier than she thought she would feel.
“No, don’t be,” Evgeni said, still smiling. “As it turns out I think I have a few connections if you ever need a shipment of Kalashnikovs or something.”
Athena felt herself blush.
“I should really be more careful with my words,” she said in a soft voice.
“Come on, I was kidding. I would not want you to think that I am such a shallow person.”
“I wouldn’t ever think that,” she said. She pressed her earpiece to her ear when she heard the caterer’s voice calling “Sorry, duty calls.”
Evgeni smiled
and nodded.
“I wouldn’t want to be the one to keep you from your job.”
“It was really nice to meet you, Evgeni. You are actually the first decent conversation I’ve had all day,” she said and he reached into her pocket.
“I will be here waiting to see you casing the foyer again but in case I don’t get a chance to approach you,” he started as he took her hand in his and placed his business card in her hand. “I would love to see you again. Hopefully soon.”
She looked at the card and then at him and smiled.
“Soon,” she repeated before she walked away. She could feel his eyes on her and for the first time that evening, she was not cursing at the world for wearing those five inch heels. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he was indeed still looking at her. She turned around and smiled as she walked into the foyer and disappeared into the crowd.
Her heart was pounding as she made her way to the back where the caterer and good friend, Carla was.
“What is going on? Why are you fussing?” she asked as she looked at Carla.
“Your wine guy never came through and we still have a couple more hours of this damn event,” Carla said sighing. “I mean, how much money can these people have to give?”
Athena smiled.
“The who’s who of America’s Fortune 500 are here,” she said as she helped herself to a piece of pig in a blanket. “If anything they are having a pissing contest out there trying to see who gives the most money.”
Carla smiled.
“Well, call your guy. Otherwise this partnership I have with GoCreative is doomed,” she said as she leaned against one wall.
Athena sighed and quickly dialed her wine supplier. She walked outside as she held the phone to her ear. It took a few rings before her supplier picked up.
“MacGyver, hi. It’s Athena Davis,” she said. “What happened to my extra cases of champagne?”
“I’m sorry,” MacGyver said. From the noise on the other end of the phone, Athena could tell that he was driving. “I am a few minutes from the Aquarium. I will not let you down.”
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