CHAPTER FIFTEEN

" T he LLC is set up, and we have two bank accounts in Switzerland. The funds are transferring now. By the time you return to New York, the cards should be here." Elizabeth shared.

Nikolay stood at the window of his hotel room in Seattle with his mobile phone on speaker and sipped his whisky.

He wasn't interested in the damn debit cards. The money was going to be moved around many times, so it was irrelevant.

"Good. How is the baby?" he asked roughly, but less harsh than when they'd met and she was simply a fuck toy.

For them all.

Now she belonged to him and was wearing his ring.

After all, she was pregnant with the heir of the Russian mafia.

"Wonderful," Elizabeth replied, and Nikolay heard the smile in her voice, knowing she'd be rubbing her belly as she did at least a hundred times a day. "I purchased a crib today. I know you said we may not be here, but if our son comes early, then we need a place for him to sleep."

They didn't know the sex, but he'd growled at her enough times she now referred to the unborn child as their son.

That's what he loved about Elizabeth. Her compliance and the ease with which he was able to train and shape her.

One day soon they would return to the motherland and his Italian wife would learn the Russian way of life.

God knows the man she had been fucking for years beforehand had no respect for her.

Xander Tomassi.

The stupid fucker who had handed him a silver platter full of vampires, pharmaceutical data, and the ability to control the world.

There were just a few roadblocks in the way.

Like the people fucking destroying their production facilities. Not for much longer. Now he had the Moretti princess.

All they had to do was stop. Then he'd return her.

Well...that may or may not be true.

"Our son will sleep with me." Nikolay's voice was dark and firm.

"He will not," she chastised. "You will crush him."

Nikolay wasn't sure if he liked the momma bear boldness Elizabeth had begun displaying, but as long as she remained submissive to him sexually, then he would put up with it.

For now.

It was to keep their child alive, so again, he would tolerate some of it.

"You may set up the baby room in our New York penthouse, but we will return to St. Petersburg soon. I will have my staff there put everything together for our imminent arrival."

"When?"

"When I say," Nikolay growled.

"I am your wife, Nikolay. You can't keep me in the dark like you did when you kidnapped me."

There it was.

The line she shouldn't cross.

"You are still my captive. I just impregnated and married you," Nikolay snapped.

He had no time for this. He needed to focus on his captives a few blocks away and the next steps in his plan.

"Are you—" Elizabeth began.

"I will be home soon. When Alexi notifies you, I want you naked on our bed with the leather straps on your ankles."

Silence.

"I want you to lather the lubricant on your pussy and almost come just beforehand. But do not come. I will know," he told her.

"Nickolay," Elizabeth moaned.

She was so easy to manipulate. Her pregnancy hormones were making her even more sexually driven and compliant. At least in the bedroom.

"And I want to see the nipple clamps in place and a ball gag in your mouth," he growled. "Full submission after that disrespect."

"What if..."

"Are you wet?" he asked, placing his whisky down and unzipping his pants.

"No," she replied, but he heard the lie.

Nikolay slid out his cock, slowly stroking it. "Take off your panties and put me on video."

He waited as she did as she was told without argument. He expected nothing less. The video turned on, settled on the mount he'd set up for them.

She climbed on the bed.

"Now, show me that wet pussy," he demanded, knowing he had to make a call to Enzo Romano immediately after.

"I should be making dinner." She tried to chastise him, but it just sounded pathetic and halfhearted.

His hand rubbed up and down his cock as Elizabeth slid her fingers through her pussy. Her dress tugged up over her round belly.

His thumb slid over the head of this shaft, wishing now that he had brought her with him. Another woman would do, but apparently his cock only wanted Elizabeth these days.

Annoying.

But seeing her pregnant with his child and his ring on her finger had changed him. Not that he would tell her.

"I want to see your tits," he ordered, and without fail, she bit her lip and tugged down her straps, letting her sizable breasts fall out.

Fuck, they were perfect.

"Press your fingers inside and grab the dildo." Speeding up his strokes, Nikolay leaned one hand on the wall as his own phone sat propped against the TV.

The buzzing began as she pressed it against her clit and when her fingers pushed inside herself, he fought to keep his eyes open.

"Good little slut wife. Fuck yourself harder," he growled.

"Like this?" she asked, panting.

Tightening his grip, he stroked faster, watching her glistening pussy as her wet fingers moved to the same dance.

Both of them fell apart at the same time, streams of come spilling into his hand. Elizabeth collapsed back onto their linen.

"Good night, wife," Nikolay said gruffly, a small smile passing between them before he ended the call.

After a quick cleanup, he made his second call.

"Enzo," Nikolay said as the man answered. "I have completed our end of the bargain. Now tell me you have done your part."

There was a moment of silence, then he heard the Italian mob boss blow out some smoke.

Did he ever not have a cigar in his goddamn mouth?

"Nikolay, good evening," Enzo drawled.

Jesus, he was in no mood for this bullshit. He just needed to know if the capo had the new facility up and running.

"We will have our production situation sorted very soon," he said, his Italian accent thick.

Jesus he hated this vague bullshit.

"When?"

"Soon."

For the love... "Enzo, I thought you understood the stakes here—"

"As I said, these things take time. The feds have been on our heels, so if we are to set up a new location then we need to know they will not find it," the mob boss replied. "You think setting up a laboratory when you're used to dealing with drugs and arms won't draw attention?"

Nikolay grunted.

The man had a point. But it was also not his problem.

"The feds won't be an issue anymore. I have captured a vampire." Nikolay didn't believe they were the feds—more like people working for the vampires. There was no way the human authorities knew about vampires or there would be mass exposure. "Prepare to start moving fast in a few days."

"An assumption." More smoke blowing out. "You think the humans are protecting vampires?"

No, he didn't, but he also wasn't telling his enemies-now-partners more than they needed to know.

"Area 51." Nikolay shrugged.

The Italian burst into laughter. "You believe in aliens? What do you put in that vodka of yours?"

Cunt.

"I believe nobody tells the truth. Including gangsters. How close are you to having the new location set up?"

Another puff of goddamn smoke.

"A week. Ten days maybe."

Nikolay rubbed his jaw.

Did no one work with fucking urgency? They were juggling dynamite right now.

And he knew he was sitting on a time-bomb holding the Moretti royal.

He hadn't told Elizabeth about his new prisoner. She would be mad with him. Not because she had sympathy for vampires, but the baby would trigger her.

Hell, if he was being honest, he hadn't been expecting an infant, but fucking Demetri said he didn't feel right about leaving the baby on the ground.

So much for being a dangerous Russian gangster.

Perhaps becoming a father was making him soft. He'd told his men to provide his captive with diapers and water for her baby.

They would also need food.

After all, he needed them alive. Otherwise, how could he threaten Vincent Moretti with a couple of dead bodies?