BWWM: Chosen By The Russian Mafia (A BWWM Billionaire Mafia Romance) (BBW Alpha Male Pregnancy Short Stories)

by Serena Vale

  Chapter 6

  Chloe jolted awake as the tires of the plane jumped along the landing strip, causing her to jostle her incredibly sore and stiff body. She had no idea how long she had been doubled over underneath the large lavatory cabinet, but she desperately wanted out. No, she needed out, she realized as the claustrophobia she had been battling started to creep back, making her already frazzled body flood with another rush of adrenaline.

  The plane finally slowed, and then stopped completely, and before long she could here the sounds of the men grow fainter and fainter, and then blessedly, nothing. Silence rang for a long time before she could work of the courage, or the strength, to crawl out of her hiding space. Slowly, cautiously, she opened the door just a crack. No sound greeted her.

  She barely held back a moan of pain as she eased herself out from underneath the cabinet, trying to stretch out unused legs that had long since fallen asleep. It took several more moments, and several more minutes of swearing under her breath as she tried to stand, pins and needles shooting across her body. Finally, she was up. Chloe tried to take a step, but stumbled, having to catch herself against the lavatory door. From now on, I’m flying first class only, she promised herself as she tried to get her legs to take another step.

  Eventually, she made it out the luxurious lavatory and back out into the main cabin. She ran to the spot where she had left her small bag, fortunately still undiscovered where it sat hidden where she had left it near the back of the cabin. A rush of gratitude that she had turned her cell phone off flooded through her. If that phone had rung…

  She hurriedly dug through the bag, finding the cell phone, and hastily turned it on. She had to reach Alexei, to warn him. Those men had sounded like they weren’t going to wait around to try and kill him, and Chloe meant to reach him first.

  Quickly, she pulled up the phone number she had found while digging up information on him, hoping that he would be at his office. She dialed it, and prayed desperately as it rang once, twice, three times. Finally, someone answered.

  “Hello? Who is this? How did you get this number?”

  Chloe sighed in relief at the sound of Alexei’s gruff voice. It sounded like music to her ears.

  “Alexei, it’s me, Chloe.” She heard him gasp.

  “Chloe? Are you okay? Really, how did you get this number, it’s supposed to be secure,” he chuckled roughly into the phone. “You really are good at your job, I guess.”

  “Listen, Alexei. I don’t have time. Just listen, the Bratva are planning on have you killed.”

  There was a moment of complete silence before he spoke again. “How could you possibly know that, Chloe?”

  “It’s a long story, and I really don’t have time to explain right now, but they’re sending someone name Sergio after you.” From his brisk inhale, she assumed that he recognized the name. The loud sound of a passing jet engine temporarily stopped their conversation.

  “Where the hell are you, Chloe? I tried to keep you out of this,” he sighed heavily.

  “I’m on a plane…somewhere. But you have to believe me. You have to be careful, Alexei.”

  “Don’t worry about me, krasivyy. I believe you. No one else would know that name.” The tone of his voice changed, suffusing with concern for her, and it sent warmth winging through her, despite the fear and adrenaline still rushing through her system. “But what are you doing, love, getting tangled up with the Bratva? Where are you? I’ll fly out tonight, I’ll come get you…”

  “I don’t think that will be necessary…” Chloe whispered as she finally looked out one the round windows on the airplane. She took in the vast grey sky, the snow covered ground surrounding them. The tri-colored flag blowing in the chill winter wind, and the signs posted to the small airport, most in Russian, one in English.

  “Oh my god…”

  “What? Chloe, what is it?” Alexei demanded.

  “I think I’m in Russia.” There was stunned silence from the other end of the call, but she didn’t hear his words as the cell phone was ripped suddenly from her still stiff hand.

  “Actually, you are in Russia, my little stow away.” The harsh, familiar voice had her looking up into the face of a surprisingly handsome older man. But his green eyes were dead, lifeless. She reached for the phone, but he stepped back, holding it to his ear, and that’s when she saw the gun pointing straight at her.

  “Hello, Alexei? This is Dominic. But I think you already knew that.” He chuckled evilly as Chloe could hear Alexei’s furious shouts from where she was standing several feet away. “I have the woman. Meet me in two hours, and I will give her back to you. Don’t meet me, and she dies. You?” He paused for a moment, as if listening, running the barrel of the handgun over his mustache. “Either way, you die.”

  Another moment of silence, before Dominic spoke. “Fantastic. You are making the right choice. I will send you the coordinates. Come alone, Alexei. No tricks, or she dies.” Again, he seemed to be listening, and then it was obvious that Alexei had hung up. Dominic was about to hang up as well, when another call came through. Chloe tried to keep her face straight as she recognized the number, but she must have given something away.

  “It’s someone you care about?” He asked, before answering the phone. Chloe felt a moment of pure dread as she heard the chirpy receptionist’s voice over the speaker.

  “Hello, Ms. Smithson, this is Cassie from Dr. Chavez’s office. We have the results of your pregnancy test. Congratulations, you’re going to be a mom! Please come in anytime within the next few weeks to go over all of your care options–.”

  Her happy voice was cut off abruptly as Dominic ended the call.

  “Pregnant?” He gave a slight chuckle, but the noise made her skin crawl. “Does Alexei know?”

  “It’s not his!”

  “So it’s his, and he doesn’t know yet.” He grinned at her. “Perfect.”

  Chapter 7

  Alexei felt his heart pound painfully in his chest as he pulled the big car up to the spot Dominic had told him to come. It was a big, abandoned warehouse parking garage, and it was completely empty, the sound of his foot steps echoing as he got out of the car. His heart stopped completely as he watched Dominic walk out from behind a large shadow, followed by Sergio pushing a bound Chloe roughly in front of. He prayed desperately, if ever there was a time that he needed his famed luck, it was right now.

  “So, Alexei, you came after all.” Dominic sneered. “So sentimental.” He gestured, and Sergio gave Chloe a shove that sent her sprawling to the hard concrete in front of them. Alexei ran to catch her, but was stopped by the barrel of the evil looking gun pointed directly at his heart.

  “Just let her go. You said you would let her go, Dominic.”

  “And you believed me.” The older man shook his head in mock pity. “Really, Alexei, I’m wounded that you don’t know me better than that.”

  Alexei took a step toward her, but was stopped again, this time by Dominic’s words.

  “Oh, yes,” he said casually, “There is something I think you should know before you die.” He gestured flippantly with the gun, a dark emphasis to his words. “The sweet Chloe is pregnant. With your child. We just found out a few hours ago.” Each word was like a blow to his chest, breaking him down, and then filling him with the fiercest fury he had ever felt boiling through his veins like lava.

  If Dominic thought his words would make this fight easier, he was sorely mistaken. In one anger infused moment, Alexei charged him with a beastly roar that echoed over and over in the parking garage. Dominic only had time to blink in surprise before Alexei was barreling into him, knocking the gun from his shock numbed hands and shoving him hard to the floor. A soft click behind him had his head whipping around. Sergio was holding another gun, aiming for him.

  Alexei watched in horror as the gun moved, pointing not at him, but directly at Chloe. His heart lurched. His krasivyy! Without a second thought, he jumped, just as the sound of the gun went off loudly in the large g
arage. He dropped to the cold cement floor as something plowed into his chest. As he lay there, he could hear the sounds of the police force that had been hiding for hours surrounding Dominic and Sergio, demanding that they put their hands up to be cuffed.

  He blinked to try and focus on the worried face suddenly in front of him. It was such a beautiful face. Chloe’s big almond shaped eyes stared down into his, and he felt more at peace than he ever had in his entire life. Finally, he had done something worthwhile. He had saved her. He had saved the woman that he realized he loved too late, and he had saved their child.

  “Alexei, stay with me.” He tried so hard to keep his eyes open, but they were so heavy, he just couldn’t fight them anymore. As unconsciousness pulled him under, he could still hear Chloe’s tearful voice in his ear.

  “Stay with me, Alexei. Don’t leave me. I love you. Stay with me…”

  Epilogue

  One year later

  As Alexei stared down at the beautiful, perfect baby he held cradled in his arm, he still couldn’t believe it was real. The doctors had told him he was incredibly lucky. If the bullet had been just a hairsbreadth higher it would have pierced his heart. After several weeks in the hospital, he had emerged alive, but severely weakened, to find Chloe gone, sent back to the states rather unceremoniously. She had been lucky not to have been arrested for flying into the country illegally, but he had had his fleet of lawyers pull some strings.

  It had taken several more weeks to realize that Russia was no longer a safe place for him to be. Dominic and Sergio had been arrested, but rumors were already circling that Alexei had something to do with it. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out if he stayed there.

  So, he decided to move. He sold or consolidated many of the businesses and assets he owned in Russia, reached out to people he knew in America, and decided to start a new venture. Being a father. The idea terrified more than anything else had in his entire life. But as he stared down at the bright blue eyes, so much like his own, he was overwhelmed with a sense of love, and with a sense of rightness.

  He had struggled so hard his entire life, fighting for every scrap that came his way until he finally made it to the top. But none of his other accomplishments compared to the joy of having a child with the woman he loved.

  As if conjured by his thoughts, Chloe walked through the door, stopping as she took in the sight of them.

  “Hi, dear.” She had to stand on tip toe to lay the sweetest kiss against his cheek. “And my other dear.” She gave their little boy the same soft peck. She took a deep breath before looking up at him. Alexei was struck by the deep, honest love he saw shining from her beautiful amber colored eyes. Love for him, and for their child. It was more than he could ever have hoped for. And certainly more than he deserved.

  “kogda zvezdy vyravnivayut…” he whispered to their little baby boy, sleeping peacefully in his arms, feeling like the luckiest man in the world as Chloe turned, and smiled that secret smile at him. When the stars align.

  THE END

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  Tamed By The Russian Billionaire

  Chapter 1

  Regina Wells replayed the digital voice recorder for the third time since she had left the office. The conversation was, like all conversations that she usually recorded, full of details that she carefully examined so as not to miss anything that could be useful later. She hadn’t gotten to where she was by being careless and letting simple things pass her by. Meticulousness counted for as much as attitude in her business and personal experience had taught her that little things could surmount mountain-sized obstacles.

  Details are an amazing thing, she thought.

  She keyed the recorder and listened again, closing her eyes and shutting out the sights and sounds around her. Not that there was anything interesting to distract her. The limo in which she rode was soundproofed against noises from the outside, so she was quite alone with the voices held within the simple device as much as her own thoughts.

  Her mind painted the memory of the place where the conversation had taken place a three hours before as she listened.

  She opened the door and strolled into the office of her supervisor, James Carver. The office, like always, had that distinct smell that she had come to associate with the fragrance of old books sitting on a shelf and gathering dust. It wasn’t likely that she actually smelled dust considering that the place was kept immaculate. As fanatic as she was about details, so her supervisor was on appearance. She had once seen a pile of dirt upon the carpet. It had been barely noticeable by her and likely tracked in by some unsuspecting soul and when she had returned twenty minutes later, it had been removed from the room.

  Another sign that James controls everything in his realm the same way a god does, she had thought.

  Though she supposed that was only appropriate since James was like unto her the same way holy men were to those that worshipped this god or another: a law giver.

  The office was lined wall-to-wall with bookshelves that extended from the floor all the way to the high ceiling, reminding her of libraries that she had seen in movies that she had loved as a child. Sitting on the shelves were thick and fat books with hard covers. Each contained the records of hundreds of thousands of legal cases, the precedents through which many a legal action had been settled or lost.

  The shelves were so tall that facing those volumes was a rolling brass ladder that provided one access to the many books that flanked her on all sides as she crossed the room. Only two walls of the office held no books, each at opposite sides of the room; where she had entered and where she was bound for.

  The far wall was a large tinted window that protected a sweeping view beyond. Outside was the Atlantic Ocean. The view was, in Regina’s eyes, a reminder that the work that they did here stretched beyond the waters.

  Graham & Associates was one of the few existing law firms that specialized in international law. More like the laws that nobody wants to mingle with, she had reflected. Regina counted herself fortunate that she had been able to come and work within such a prestigious firm as the waiting list to be even be considered to work in such a place was as long as her leg, even if one had the right credentials. Though a full ride scholarship through Stanford Law and that her family had ties with the firm certainly hadn’t hurt her chances either.

  She arrived at the desk to the man owning the office and gave him a quick once-over. James Carver was an old man, pushing at least seventy if she were to guess. His hair had turned silver and she almost laughed at how well it matched the expensive suit he wore. His skin bore a few wrinkles at his face and a few liver spots upon his hands, but despite his age he showed no signs of being senile.

  He was, like always, looking at some brief in a manila folder when she entered and he didn’t even look up from it when she arrived at the foot of his desk and settled into one of the two leather chairs facing him.

  “You pack a bag?” he asked, his voice thick with an English accent.

  “Yes,” she replied quickly, “why have I come and where am I going?”

  “I love how you get right to it,” he said, his eyes still scanning the contents of the folder. “Alexi Romanov, what do you know?”

  She knew the name and recited everything that she knew for a fact. “Only what I read in the paper.”

  “Highlights,” he commanded politely.

  “Russian national, business tycoon – some kind of tech industry – was over here on business when someone blew the whistle on his questionable business practices back home. No details given, but whatever it was it was enough to have him hole-up at the Russian Embassy in Washington. Because of his contacts and because of his money he hasn’t been sent back and he hasn’t been indicted for whatever crimes the Russians say he’s committed. He’s been there… two weeks now?”

  “Three,” James corrected her.

  Regina cringed inwardly at herself. Details, woman, details!


  “And whatever his troubles, they’ve gone from being minor to being shoved into deathly-serious,” James added as he closed the folder and folded his hands in his lap with it, fixing her with his dark brown eyes. “That’s where you come in.”

  She nodded. “I’m going to Washington.” It wasn’t a question.

  “Alexi Romanov’s problems are severe enough that he’s offering five billion, USD, to whichever firm keeps him out of Russian prisons. I hear Siberia is on the table for him and I understand it’s quite miserable this time of… well… any time of year, really.”

  “And you want me to keep Alexi Romanov out of prison and attain this $5 billion for the firm.” Again, it wasn’t a question, merely a simple description of her line-of-march.

  “That’s why I’m sending you, Regina. You’re smart.”

  “Then may I bring up a point of concern?”

  “Please.”

  “Alexi Romanov’s reputation isn’t squeaky clean. From what I read in the paper his father – whom he inherited his business from – had some questionable practices of his own. And unless the acorn fell very far from the tree…”

  “You recall law school? Moral vacuums and all of that, which I’m certain sounds familiar to you?” James asked matter-of-factly.

  “I do,” she replied evenly.

  “Those classes were meant to desensitize you. The same way serial killers torture puppies at young ages so they don’t take pity on people they kill. It enables you to do the work of defending someone no matter what you know they’re guilty of. I think you would do well to tap into that right now. Alexi Romanov is no angel, but he is a rich criminal.”