A Dangerous Passion (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

"T-the Mafia?" I stutter out in response. I thought the family maybe had a strange pet or children.

Ivan nods, elbows on the table. Both men are now staring bullets into me.

"So," Dimitri speaks finally. "What's it going to be? Take the job or we kill you?"

I can feel my eyes almost pop out of my sockets at his vile yet serious response. "K-kill me?" I stutter out and I feel my hands start to get sweaty.

"Well, yes. You seem like the girl that would run to the authorities as soon as we looked the opposite direction," Dimitri says with a nearly shit-eating grin. He knows that I have no choice now. I'm trapped.

"Fine," I huff and both men smirk. "I accept."

Just then, the waitress comes back out with our food and sets it in front of us. "Enjoy!" She chirps and then turns on her heel, heading off to another table.

"Dig in!" Ivan says, suddenly cheery and all. "You'll need the energy; it's a very long drive to Russia, dear."

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Andrei's POV

"Baby.." she sighs out as her finger trails down my hard chest to my abdomen; her naked body on display for me. "You're so fucking good."

I smirk and stare ahead at the wall. "I've had practice," I say and she giggles some way-too-amused giggle.

Amelia's finger disconnects from my chest and she scoots closer towards me, nearly on top of me now. "Hey... Why don't we go again?" She asks and she starts pecking at my neck which already has hickey's she put there.

I shake my head and sit up in bed. "No seconds today," I explain as I get out of bed, put my underwear and pants on, then begin looking for my shirt. It's near the door, of course. Walking towards the door, I do up my zipper and fasten my belt for the second time today and counting.

"But Andrei.." she whimpers while I button up my navy blue shirt, tucking it into my dress pants. "I can't wait until tomorrow, though." she adjusts her posture and lowers the blanket, reveling her immense amount of cleavage to me.

As much as I am willing to continue on with this slut, I can't. My main men, Ivan and Dimitri have finally recruited a new, needed maid. She should be here any minute now.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I call out and head to the doorway. Just before I exit, I turn and look at the disappointed Amelia still laying in MY bed. "You'd better get the fuck outta here before I get back," I scowl and she nods obediently.

Closing the door behind me, I begin to speed-walk through the hallway and towards the staircase. Maids occasionally pass by me and give me a casual, "hello, sir," and "Good evening, Mr. Volkov." I just give them a simple nod or continue on my way all the time.

After a solid 2 minutes of walking, I finally reach the foyer. The foyer is by far one of the largest places in the house. It has a grand staircase, marble flooring, a fucking huge chandalier in the middle, and big glass windows looking in on the lengthy driveway outside.

The gates begin to open and soon, a car peers through the opening. Ivan and Dimirti. They pull up to the fron of the mansion and both men get out and go to the back on the left side. I fold my hands together behind my back and wait patiently for some prostitute looking woman to step out, but she never does. Instead, I watch as the two pull a fair-sized woman from the car who's dirty-blonde hair is covering her face as she hangs it low.

Both men keep a firm, yet gentle grip on the girl as they direct her towards the servants side of the house. She seems to have been living on the streets since she is only wearing a holed t-shirt, ripped jeans, old, dirty runners and a tuque over her pretty, little head.