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  The Mobster’s Virgin

  Filthy Dirty Series

  C.M. Steele

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  I want her, so I’ll have her. No one, not even my sweet Daniella, will tell me no. And even if she does utter the words, it won’t matter because I own her. Her father’s debts have now become her burden to repay. One way or another, she’ll surrender to my commands, bend to my will because I hold all the power, or so I believe.

  She’s everything I didn’t know I wanted and everything I believed made men weak. Still, I’ve never felt stronger, more intense, deadlier.

  Nothing comes between me and my sweet little virgin except me.

  Chapter One

  Konstantin

  I wipe the sweat from my brow, hitting the bag in front of me for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes with enough rage to kill a bull. Treachery is unacceptable in my world; stealing from the king is a death sentence, and Tomas Morales just signed his certificate. I hated having to end one of my own men, but it’s unacceptable to allow thievery to happen. I’ll listen to his pleas, however I’m sure there is nothing that can explain why he felt stealing a million dollars of my money is smart or appropriate.

  “Boss, we have him in the room when you’re ready.” We’ve been letting him stew for hours after we visited him outside his home with a warning beatdown to get my money. He tried to run when I returned home, so now he’s been picked up to be dealt with, wasting not only my money, but also my time.

  I nod, leaving my fists wrapped since I might be using them on his face if I don’t just blow his fucking brains out. Still, I want my money first. I can’t kill the fucker until I learn where my money is or how I’m going to get it back.

  I crack my neck, leaving my shirt off because I want him to know that even though I’m the head of this organization, I’m the baddest motherfucker he’ll ever meet. He’d known that and still crossed me, so he has to be insane, stupid, or has brass balls.

  The second I step into the room, I know it’s not the latter. The stench of piss hits me, and I’m sure that the coward understands he’s crossed the wrong person. “So, piece of shit, where is my money?”

  “I don’t…” I gut punch him instantly. That answer isn’t going to be one I like, so he has no reason to finish whatever lie he’s going to spew.

  “That’s not the right answer, Morales. Where is my money?” I ask, feeling my temper evening out. It’s not as if I’ll get it back anyway and this is just an exercise in futility.

  “I needed it.” At least that’s a hint of honesty.

  “Yes, my men tell me you spent it on pussy and drugs, Morales—a weak man’s needs.” I spent my life starving and cold in Russia and learned young that there were things you could live without, and there were things you couldn’t. Fleeing my homeland as a young boy, I realized vices were easy ways to end up in the situation my family had been in.

  This man tied to a chair in front of me wasn’t a real man; instead, he was a pathetic being that I almost felt sorry for if it weren’t for the fact that it was my empire he was fucking with, my money he stole, and my reputation in question if I didn’t destroy him.

  “Please. I’ll do anything to pay it back.”

  “Pay it back? Pay it back?” I turn to my second-in-command. “Grigor, you hear this? Pay me back?” I chuckle hard, wondering if this bastard takes me for a fool. Turning back to the prick, I say, “Please enlighten me on how you can even fathom paying me back.”

  “I have my daughter.” I ought to crack his skull right here. Is he trying to trade me his daughter for a million dollars?

  “I don’t give a fuck if your daughter is the best dick-sucking queen in the world; she isn’t worth a million dollars.”

  He scoffs. This bastard bound and going to meet his maker scoffs at me. “Not to you. I have her going up for auction next month. Her virginity is guaranteed to land two million.”

  “What?” Grigor blurts out.

  “I second that.” Who the fuck would pay that much to steal a girl’s innocence? How depraved do you have to be sell your child and more than likely against her will.

  “Well, it’s the truth. I needed to secure the entrance fee for the auction, but she’s already had some interested buyers.”

  “Bullshit.” I’m not interested in purchasing his kid, but I’m curious about the story he’s spinning.

  “I swear. It’s in my bag.” I turn to my second and say, “Verify this information.”

  I grab his hair and yank his head back, staring him in the face inches away so he can see my anger. “It doesn’t matter. You stole my money. You didn’t ask to borrow or negotiate a deal. You went in and as one of my trusted runners, stole from me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, you’re sorry that you got caught. That is all.”

  “Boss, here it is.” I open the file and look at the information. In one week, Daniella Morales will be auctioned for a minimum of seven hundred fifty thousand dollars. Everything has been set up and when I flip to the next page, my world is rocked.

  No.

  I take a deep breath and hold in all the anger, gathering my emotions before I lose my temper, but then I look down again and there she is, my sudden weakness. I reach out and pull my gun from my waistband and end all further discussion.

  “Consider the debt repaid,” I say, walking out to make plans to settle the debt in a whole different way. Fuck, anyone else buying her innocence because it belongs to me.

  She is mine.

  ****

  I check in my distillery to find the vodka is flowing and the bottles are packaged on time. We had a small hiccup with the machinery. At first, I wondered if it was a set up from one of the other families, but like all fucking equipment, it’s just natural wear and tear. After a day to repair, we’re operational again. I lost a day’s worth of manufacturing which is costly and yet that can’t damper my mood. Today’s the day I collect my future wife.

  “It’s time to collect my virgin,” I growl, adjusting my suit as I stand. Everything has been prepared. She turns eighteen
in a few hours, making her legally able to become my wife, and therefore nothing and no one can end that shit. Even if I’m on the wrong side of the law, I’d hate to find out that someone helped her get away from me—ever. A simple thing as her age negating our marriage would make me gut a motherfucker, and I’d still bring her ass back home and show her that she’s mine until I’m six feet under.

  “Not for much longer,” Grigor reminds me with a sick chuckle. He’s the only one I’d let get away with such a comment because he’s like a brother to me and knows that it’s because she’ll be working on my heir.

  Yes, she’ll be mine in every way in a matter of hours. Unconventional? Yes. Wrong? Not my problem. Daniella will be my wife, my bride by the end of the night.

  “Yes, that is true.” I smirk, knowing that I will enjoy destroying her innocence while filling her womb with my violent little sons. Every single one of them will be just like me—dark, tough, ready to rule and win.

  “We still have to deal with the other kid.” Yes, Morales had two children, although the boy is only fifteen and not for sale unless he’s running some fucked-up, underground perverted shit. I wouldn’t put it past him to sell his son’s ass out since he doesn’t have to worry about pregnancy.

  It’s clear he didn’t give a fuck about his daughter. Rage beats in my brain so fucking painfully that I feel the dull, stabbing ache as if someone’s trying to drive a rusty nail into my head. Just imagining that I’m too late to claim her would have me setting the world ablaze and destroying everyone until she was under me and her husband and lover dead, buried, incinerated.

  Grigor stops me at my office door and whispers, “Are you well?”

  “Of course I am.” He did so because he doesn’t want anyone to hear him. “I feel oddly invigorated,” I admit as a clear picture of my enemies laying at my feet while I hold my queen in my arms comes into my mind.

  “Great.”

  “If you’re too anxious, we can bring her to you,” he offers.

  I shake my head. I must do this. “No, I’ll be going with you. I don’t want any problems, and I want to send a clear message. I won’t tolerate any opposition from her or her brother.”

  Grigor knows not to second-guess me because I don’t make rash or irrational decisions. “Sure thing, Konstantin.” Truthfully, I’ve waited a day to see her in the flesh. I’ve driven by their shitty home, setting up eyes on their residence from a distance.

  “We need to head out now before they decide to flee.”

  “Let’s go.” I adjust my suit again, fighting to hide the growing erection that has been one with my pants since I first saw her. A strange sense of energy fills me, which disturbs me as much as it excites me. This new emotion she brings out in me is dangerous and invigorating. I want her, but I know she’ll be a headache once she’s made aware that I’ve ended her father. “I’m going to have to teach them a lesson if they try to defy me. Of course, they will be very different ones, mind you. I’ll never harm a hair on her pretty head, and never shall anyone else.”

  “Understood. I’m ready for whatever you have in mind. Even if it means sending the boy off to Russia to work in your factories.”

  “That is a very likely option, but I must keep an eye on him. If they loved their slimeball of a father, then I will be their enemy.” We get into the back of my vehicle and with a grin, I add, “What’s a couple more on the list?” Worst case scenario, I’ll have a bride that hates me, and I’ll make sure to fuck that hate out of her every single night.

  We pull up outside a modest apartment complex where another black SUV idles, but it’s not one of my own. “Someone’s already beat us to the punch, you think?” My senses are on high alert. Morales dealt with a lot of fuckers on my organization’s behalf, and apparently others I’m not aware of. I should have taken my time killing him.

  “Perhaps. We’ll see.” My security, Ivan, in the front seat steps out first, opening the door for Grigor who waits and watches before I step out. Our second SUV has just parked behind us that will take our newest employee while I take Daniella with me.

  “We won’t be long. Run the tags on these.”

  “Leonid has started, Boss.”

  “Good.”

  We enter the building and meet with the goon in a cheap suit who thinks he’s tough. He’s full of girth, meaty, but I could drop him quickly and so could Grigor. “Sorry, but this building is currently unavailable at the moment.”

  “Get out of my way. Now. I won’t repeat myself.” He pulls out a gun, and Ivan takes him out with a quick shot before he knows what happened to him. The suppressor helps, but the shot is still loud. I hope they didn’t hear us.

  Grigor and I take the steps quickly yet quietly, but as we do, there is a large man kicking down the door to the apartment we’re going to. My woman screams, and Grigor wastes no time taking out the trash. It should have been me to end his life, but it is his job to go ahead of me.

  The boy stands in front of her as a shield; it’s loving and sweet, but it will do him no good because she’s mine. Nothing and no one will get in the way of me taking her. I’ve decided that I will have her, and my plans involve something so much more than initially discussed. I don’t have the words to even express the pure visceral reaction she has on me. My dick jolts violently, beating against my zipper.

  “Take him with you,” I grunt, unable to say more.

  Dani will be mine, and I’m not leaving here without her. I step over the body of the fuck who came for mine, wishing again to be the one who shot him, so I do, putting another in his skull. She gasps and flinches backward, nearly falling, but I don’t stop stalking toward her. She’ll repay her father’s debts on her knees, on her back, on every fucking surface in our home for the rest of our fucking days. A life for a life.

  Chapter Two

  Daniella

  I run my hands through my long black hair, grateful that it’s full so I don’t damage it too much. “You haven’t heard from Dad, have you?” I ask my little brother as he moves around the small apartment anxiously. I already know the answer because it’s not like we’re allowed to leave for anything other than school, and since I’m homeschooled and Tomas is on spring break, we’ve both been home.

  We don’t have cell phones because my father was afraid that we’d be tracked, so unlike most kids my age, technology is a foreign thing to me. Granted, I do get to use the computer for my schooling, but my father has blocked everything but the school-regulated sites. My life has been in danger since I developed breasts, and I learned the hard way so I behave.

  Still, it’s been two days, and nothing. He’d been summoned by his boss and then suddenly disappeared. I wanted to call the cops, but my dad didn’t quite work on the right side of the law, so I couldn’t just do that. It wasn’t like I missed him so much, but it left us in a very precarious situation. I’m a day away from eighteen, with no job and with vultures breathing down my neck. Men my father has dealt with for years lurk like hungry animals, circling their prey, waiting to strike at the most opportune time. Now, it’s more than obvious that we’re in a vulnerable state.

  My father was the only barrier between me and them. He protected me from their intentions, and now I’m afraid they’ll come for me. There’s no one to protect me from these lowlifes. The only one who could hold them at bay would be my father’s boss, but he’s more than likely the reason my father is missing and wouldn’t want to help me. He’s the king in this area; everyone fears him, the ladies love him, but he’s colder than the dead of winter. The man only cares about his money and his dogs. My life would mean nothing to him, so he’d no sooner help me than he’d throw me to the wolves himself.

  I’ve only seen him once from a distance, and the man shouldn’t be allowed to be that sexy when he’s so cold and evil. It’s sick and pathetic that, even now when I think he might’ve had a hand in my father’s disappearance, I can’t shake the pang of hunger that shot straight between my legs when I saw him. I’d seen his br
utality from the window aimed at the man I cared about as he’d punched my father in the face for something, and I still wanted him to put his hands all over me. I think I need mental help, which is the last thing I’ll ever get.

  “I don’t know where Dad is, but I’ll protect you, Dani. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” I look at him, and he’s barely fifteen and a scrawny little man. I love him, but he’d get killed trying to protect my dignity. It’s not worth it, but I think we should gather our things and run.

  “Pack a bag, and we’ll find somewhere to run. It doesn’t matter where we go, but we can find a shelter to help us far from here. Whatever you do, do it fast. I want to be out of here in twenty minutes.”

  “Good.” Before I head into my small room, I sneak a quick glance out the window to see if any vehicles are prowling, but it’s all clear. It wouldn’t be long before someone comes looking for him for a job, so when they learn he’s not around, I’m done for.

  It takes less than fifteen to gather what we need, and we’re almost about to leave when there’s a loud pounding on the door. The color drains from my face because we’re too late.

  I press my hand to Tomas’s mouth and swallow the fear and bile building in my throat.

  “We know you’re in there. Open up, Dani girl.”

  We turn to run, but the door is busted open and Butch Knuckles comes barreling into the room. My brother jumps in front of me, and Butch pulls out a gun. I scream, “Don’t!” A shot goes off and I cry out, thinking Tomas has been shot, but it’s Butch who falls to the floor. Screaming, I see the silhouette of two men I don’t recognize through my tears and the shadows, but my dad had a lot of dealings so there are plenty of people that could be here.

  “Looks to be a problem,” the shooter says. I immediately assume he means witnesses, which means we’re going to die anyway.

  “Take him with you,” a deep voice grunts out. A shiver runs down my spine as I watch the man who gave the order step around the man with the gun. It’s my father’s boss in all his virile, dominating glory. He shoots Butch again as if to make sure he’s dead, and then his gaze is on me. It’s intense, deep, and I’m not sure I can handle the flood of emotions running through my body—the betrayal of fear mixed with lust.