Nanny for the Russian Mafia (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 102)
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NANNY FOR THE RUSSIAN MAFIA
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 102
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Nanny for the Russian Mafia
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker
Book 93: Italian Mountain Man
Book 94: Aggressive Russian
Book 95: Possessive Valentine
Book 96: Possessive Hunter
Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend
Book 98: Russian Teacher
Book 99: Australian Obsession
Book 100: Russian Next Door
Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend
Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia
NANNY FOR THE RUSSIAN MAFIA
I join a nanny placement service to escape a lifetime of pain in foster care, only to be sent to a man who dishes out punishment for a living…
…a Russian mafia boss.
He’s an older man who’s suddenly in charge of raising his nephew after his sister and her husband die…or are murdered, as he suggests foul play.
And when he sees how well I connect with his child he more than suggests that he’s ready for an adult kind of play with his younger woman nanny.
I tell him it’s not just my first time outside of my country and my first time in Moscow, but also another kind of first time that I want to give to him and only him.
He tells me I’m going to be his first, and last, forever.
*Nanny for the Russian Mafia is a “mafia lite” insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, no ow, no dubcon, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Alexei
My grip tightens on the steering wheel of my matte black Range Rover until my knuckles are white. I exhale hard, wondering where my new nanny is.
I look at my phone for the dozenth time. Yep, still the same. The flight landed ten minutes ago and she’s still not made her way to the curb.
My eyes scan the arrivals, watching reunited families come through the automatic sliding doors with b
ig smiles on their faces.
For most people this would be an incredible sight. Not me. I’ve got an empire to run, and no time for a family. Not now. Not ever.
That’s why she’s here in the first place…except that she’s not. Yet.
My Gucci loafers tap the floorboard hard. Even the blood in my feet is pulsing at a rate that’s beyond safe, as the fine Italian leather bends with each foot tap.
I don’t have time for this. I should have sent one of my men here today to pick her up, but I need to make a good first impression. And I want some time to get to know her before I take her to my home. People are trying every different angle to penetrate the impenetrable fortress I’ve built half an hour outside of Moscow.
How do I know she’s not one of them?
I’ve got half of the women in Moscow trying to get my number and get with me, knowing if I choose them as a wife they’ll never have to work a day in their lives. Fuck ‘em. That’s why I employed the services of this Nomad Nanny organization out of America. I gave them a fake name and everything, and thanks to some nifty Photoshop work dummying up an ID and some bank records, everything checked out.
When most people lie, they lie up. They exaggerate their “wealth” by at least twenty percent. Not me. I exaggerated mine down by 100x. The last thing I need is to be a target. Hell, I already am here in Russia.
With my sister dead and her husband too, my days may be numbered. But anyone who’s after me knows they can expect a fight if they plan on challenging me, and that includes my little five-year-old nephew and godson, Vitaly. He’s been living with me for a week now. Damn, it’s hard to believe his mother, my sister, has been gone that long.
OD’d on sleeping pills? Bull shit! She’d never do that to herself, especially with the way she loved little Vitaly. I’m going to devote every resource I can to finding out who took her life, and then I’m going to take theirs…slowly.
I breathe out hard, my mind racing as my eyes scan the exit doors like a tweaker looking for a fix.
And a fix is exactly what I hope this young woman is. This…Crystal. That’s an American name if I’ve ever heard one, but damn…I can’t deny that I like it. It’s classy, elegant, and beautiful at the same time. Plus it sounds just mischievous enough, just naughty enough, that she might be able to keep up with the little rascal that Vitaly will quickly grow into. There’s no use in trying to stop it. He’s surrounded by Bratva now. He will become one of us, but he’ll forever be mine.
I’ve been to the Moscow airport many times, but there’s something about today that’s different. It’s not the imminent threat on my life, but rather something that I feel. It’s as if the universe is trying to talk to me, to send me a signal. I’m not into all that fluffy astrological hocus pocus bull shit, but for the first time in my life I actually feel like maybe, just maybe, there could be something to it.
I shelf the idea and keep scanning for a pink backpack. That’s how Crystal told me I’d find her. Crystal with the pink backpack. Can you be more American?
And more innocent?
She’s only eighteen, according to the agency at least, so there’s no way she’s going to be able to play mind games with me…assuming she has a plan or has her own agenda.
Not a chance.
I’m all about respect and I will respect her until she does something to lose that respect and that trust, not that I anticipate that happening. I rule my domain with an iron fist, and one slip up and she’s gone. I won’t have my son, damn it still feels weird realizing that Vitaly is mine now, being raised in a way other than exactly how I say.
I see movement in my rear view and quickly turn to look. A cop, but one I don’t recognize as one we have on the payroll.
He yells at me to move out of the restricted no parking zone, but I don’t budge. I can see the frustration on his face and as he approaches the driver’s side window I move my suit jacket to the side so when he arrives I can take his frustration level even higher. Once he sees my holstered nine-millimeter and gets one look at my face he’ll know right away who I am. Everyone in Moscow does.
That’s why I drove the new Range today. I don’t want to be recognized…except when I need to be to get my way.
I hit the window down button just before he goes to tap on the glass. And just as his mouth opens to speak, it closes just as quickly.
That’s what I thought, motherfucker.
He slowly takes a step back, apologizing, but I’ve already taken my eyes off him.
Pink backpack sighting at my three o’clock.
But my eyes leave the pink backpack immediately and focus on the long, dark hair. My eyes move across her chest, that oversized T-shirt she wore for the long flight is a little too loose.
She needs to cover up. I won’t have what’s mine, I mean a woman who’s under my employment, representing herself that way in public.
Not that she’ll be in public. Damn.
My ass muscles flex instinctively so my body can raise up off the seat, giving my dick room to breathe.
Too late. The fucker is already hard as steel after just one look.
This. Never. Happens.
And as I see a man approach her with his hand out, about to grasp on to her arm…well, that’s not going to fucking happen either.
She’s mine, not anyone else’s.
I pull on the handle and throw my elbow into the door.
“Watch where you’re going, assh—“
I don’t even look at the car that swerves to miss me. The wind catches my jacket and he sees everything he needs to see. Not only does the sun reflect off the chrome barrel of my peacemaker, but right now I’m ten feet tall and bulletproof.
As my fingers dig into my palms, fists ready to throw blows as I maneuver around the side of my Rover more like a six hundred pound gorilla than a fucking man, it’s time to remind this asshole, and the world, who runs this city.
CHAPTER 2
Crystal
My foster care caseworker said I was running from my problems, but I didn’t care what she thought. How could a woman who was so rich she was doing “good deeds” as she used to say, just to get out of the house, understand what it was like to be an eighteen-year-old orphan?
She couldn’t. No one could.
And that’s why I found myself here, in Moscow.
It was time to start a new life, which is why I joined Nomad Nanny. Normally they place girls and young women with rich families in Europe, and although technically Russia is in Europe it’s clear from the moment I boarded that connecting flight in Paris that this was a whole other animal.
In Paris everyone wore brown and had a certain sophisticated aloofness about them, as if they were too good for anything and everything.
The Parisians on the plane were easy to spot, and so were the Russians.
All black. No smiles, and a certain kind of paranoia that I can relate to. I’ve been looking over my shoulder my whole life, little did I know that I’d picked the perfect place to blend in when I signed on the dotted line.
It was either Russia, or wait an entire season for something in Western Europe. It was the middle of the school year and everyone that needed a nanny already had one…except this guy who simply went by “Ivan Ivanov.” Where did that name come from? The department of redundancy department?
For all I know it’s fake, but what was real was the payment he made to the agency for my services and my plane ticket over. If I could survive eighteen years of the hell I’d already been through then what could one Russian guy do? Hack my Facebook? Who cares…there’s nothing there to steal and who would ever want to impersonate someone with the kind of life I had?
No one, that’s who.
From start to finish it only took a week. Even though I had no experience I’d basically served as something of a nanny to the other foster kids at the orphanage. Apparently the staff at Nomad Nanny sold Mr. Ivanov on that.
It worked, because here I am.
But where is he?
My eyes scan the curb and all I see is a matte black Range Rover that looks very expensive, and very elegant.
No one’s walking toward me or trying to say anything until suddenly I feel an hand on my elbow.
“Welcome to Russia!” the voice says as I turn to see a very large man in a suit, with gin blossoms, the telltale broken capillaries across the nose and face from years of drinking, giving my arm a death grip.
“Spasiba,” I say. It’s thank you in Russian and one of the few words I know. My eyes avoid his, instead focusing on his face and not making direct eye contact, before dropping down to my hand.
“This way,” he says, tugging me as he turns on a heel.
“What’s your name?” I jerk my arm but his grip is too tight.
“I’m man to pick you up. You don’t remember?”
Shit. This is not how I expected this to start.
“What’s. Your. Name?” I dig in my heels and grit my teeth. I’m about a second from kneeing this dickhead in the balls if he doesn’t come up with the right answer.