Free Russian Mobster's Pregnant Mistress by Bella Rose

it a relief. He needed a strong player in Maggie’s corner that was situated in a way that would help her far more than Jacob could.
    “Courtney Delano, I presume?” Jacob gestured to a chair, offering her a seat in his office.
    She sat confidently, crossing her legs and leaning back into the cushions. “That’s right. And I must admit that it was far easier to get an appointment with you than I could have imagined.”
    “You might say that you have information I’m very interested in hearing.” Jacob was already growing tired of this verbal dance they were doing. “Can we cut to the chase?”
    “Please.” Courtney’s expression gave nothing away. Jacob realized that she was much, much more than she seemed.
    “You’re an attorney,” he guessed.
    “I am,” she agreed. “Maggie and I work together. She’s one of my paralegals.”
    “I bet you’re a stellar trial attorney.”
    One corner of her mouth twisted into something that was more sneer than smile. “You would be correct.”
    “Yet your specialty is family law and not criminal defense.”
    “At this point I’m going to hope that Maggie hasn’t done anything criminal that needs defending.” Courtney pressed her lips together into a thin line. “At this point she merely seems to be suffering from a disorder that includes sleeping with the wrong man.”
    “You don’t approve of our relationship?”
    “I don’t approve of any relationship that ends with a trip to the FBI field office, a nearly three hour hold, and then being charged with obstruction of justice and held without bail.” Courtney’s harsh tone brought the full reality of the situation home to Jacob.
    “What do you suggest?”
    “First of all, I’ve already filed a motion for false imprisonment. They have no proof.” Courtney grimaced. “Getting pregnant by a man does not make a woman an accessory to whatever other crimes he may commit.”
    “Have you spoken with her?” Jacob hoped he didn’t sound as anxious as he felt.
    “No.” Courtney exhaled long and slow. “They’re drawing out the processing and calling you a terrorist. That means Maggie’s case falls under the heading of homeland security.”
    “Shit.”
    “Exactly.” Nothing in Courtney’s voice, posture, or manner gave any hint of what she was thinking. “I’m hoping to talk to her. They have to have offered her a deal. I don’t know why she wouldn’t have just taken it in the interest of keeping herself out of jail long enough to outmaneuver these slimy bastards.” Courtney shot him a withering glare. “But I have a feeling it probably involved spying or somehow ratting on you.”
    “She’s loyal,” Jacob murmured.
    “Though I cannot imagine why as it’s put her in jail ,” Courtney reminded him.
    Jacob set that guilt aside for the moment. “I don’t care how much it costs, I want her freed. I will foot whatever bills this incurs for either you or her, or any other attorneys that you find you need to hire in order to make this go away.”
    Courtney stood up. “That was what I was hoping to hear. I can donate my billable hours up to a certain point before my partners will begin to get tetchy about it. In addition, this is—as you pointed out—not my specialty. So I would like to call in a few friends. There are certain people in this city who are rather adept at picking up cases that relate to civil rights violations. It’s quite possible that the FBI will be eager to make this all go away if they’re threatened with that sort of media circus.”
    “Do it,” Jacob advised. “Whatever it takes.”
    “And if it takes serving you up on a platter?”
    “Is she truly carrying my child?” Jacob asked quietly. Of all the reports he’d had so far, Courtney’s was likely to be the most accurate.
    “Yes. She is halfway through her first trimester of pregnancy,” Courtney told him. “To my knowledge she hasn’t been with anyone but you in a very long time. Despite my encouragement