Free Russian Mobster's Pregnant Mistress by Bella Rose Page A

otherwise.” Courtney seemed to be sizing him up. “I honestly don’t see the attraction, but it’s certainly there. She is completely stuck on you. Although she wasn’t certain if she would tell you about the baby or not.”
    “What? Why?” he demanded.
    Courtney raised an eyebrow. “You cannot be that obtuse.”
    “Why wouldn’t she want help?”
    “Because of this very situation.” Courtney grimaced. “This will be a repetitive pattern in any life that includes you, Jacob Dolohov. You are bad news. You’re a criminal. The government is altogether too interested in your activities both here and on foreign soil. That makes you a target, and by proxy anyone who is with you is an equally vulnerable target.”
    Jacob thought of the conversation he’d had earlier with Sasha. Perhaps he was coming to the end of this portion of his life. He was tired. Tired of the living his life always on the edge of disaster. It was barely tolerable when it involved only him. Now the mess he existed in had touched yet another person, this one dear to him for reasons he wasn’t yet ready to explore.
    “I’ll be in touch,” Courtney said tersely before exiting his office and letting the door slam closed behind her.
    Sasha emerged from the shadows in the corner of the dim warehouse space. “That woman is a truly fascinating specimen.”
    “If you think that she didn’t know you were hiding in here, think again,” Jacob told his friend. “Her gaze kept returning to your spot as if she was trying to decide whether or not to blow the whistle on your appearance.”
    “Even better,” Sasha murmured. “And are you comfortable with letting her handle things? She seems extremely capable.”
    “You’re biased.”
    “As are you.”
    Jacob really couldn’t argue with that. “Get Vasily and Peter. I think we need to formulate our own complimentary strategy.”
    Sasha’s sigh could only be described as annoyed. “Yes, sir.”

Chapter Ten
    “Courtney, thank God!” Maggie slumped into the hard plastic chair and tried not to wilt. “I was afraid they weren’t going to let me see you today.”
    “Considering it’s a weekend, we’re pretty lucky they did.” Courtney’s voice was low, traveling no further than the two of them.
    The visitation room at the county jail was empty but for the two of them and an armed prison guard in his brown and green uniform. Maggie had the feeling big brother was watching them though. The amount of cameras in this place was staggering.
    “So.” Courtney’s gaze flicked to the cameras. “Keeping in mind that we are in no way alone, why don’t we discuss your case.”
    “I thought attorney client privilege existed in jail.” Maggie knew she sounded pouty, but she was tired.
    Courtney pulled out a black folio and opened it to a fresh sheet of paper. “At this point I’m just grateful they let me see you.”
    “That’s probably because I’ve been threatening to slap them with a lawsuit for harming my unborn child and destroying my health,” Maggie said through gritted teeth.
    “Good girl.”
    “They’ve had a doctor in to see me already.” Maggie wasn’t sure if that was good or bad though. “I think it might have been to double check the results of that pregnancy test for themselves though.”
    “Either way it’s a cover thine own ass move.” Courtney scribbled something on the paper. “What did they ask you to do that landed you in here?”
    Maggie knew from Courtney’s hushed whisper that she didn’t want Taggart and his lackeys to know what they were talking about. Courtney kept scribbling away as if Maggie had already told her everything she needed.
    Maggie tried to speak without moving her lips and kept her head tilted down away from the cameras. “They wanted me to spy on Jacob and agree to be their undercover plant until they were done putting him away.”
    “Damn.” Courtney added a few choice curses. “Can you change your mind?”
    “I’m not doing that!”