Free Russian Mobster's Stolen Wife by Bella Rose

organized.”
    He laughed. “If you could see us together, you would think it the opposite. We are loud and argumentative and basically a bunch of stubborn asses only concerned with ourselves.”
    “That’s not flattering at all.” She affectionately nuzzled his arm.
    “There are different ranks throughout the families. But most of us use what we call enforcers to carry out minor punishments or collect debts. Enforcers handle security as well.”
    “So you’re one of them?”
    He grimaced. He had been for years. It had taken almost a decade of working his way through the ranks to achieve his position now. “I’m an assassin. I used to be an enforcer. Now my job is more specialized.”
    “So when the enforcers can’t make someone behave, they call you?”
    “Something like that, yes.” He sighed. “My brother Yakov had just been given his assassin status not long before your father decided to have him deported.”
    “How did that happen?” Two lines appeared between her brows. “I don’t even remember him talking about that kind of thing.”
    “He had Yakov on trumped up charges. I believe it was a drug charge of some kind, but my brother was never even on the dealing side of the local family’s business here in Richmond.” Grigori had been so concerned with his brother’s fate that he had failed to really look at what had happened.
    “Do you think someone might have sold your brother out to my father? The evidence had to come from somewhere. It can be altered or enhanced, but there has to be a seed.”
    “Yuri,” he murmured. “That bastard.”
    “Who’s Yuri?” She seemed to taste the word as she said it.
    He wound a lock of her hair around his finger. Somehow just touching her helped to keep him from losing his head and giving into the roiling anger filling his gut. “Yuri is the head of the family here in Richmond.”
    “Why would he go against you?” There was a beautiful sort of innocence in her eyes as she asked this question. “Wouldn’t he be afraid of making you angry?”
    “I think he would be more afraid of Yakov and I becoming too powerful for him to control. His men respect me, and they respected Yakov. If we had wanted to, we could have taken his position from him.”
    Her face settled into an introspective expression. “So you think Yuri engineered the charges against your brother and brought my father in on it to have Yakov deported?”
    “It’s kept me busy, hasn’t it? I’ve been so worried about preventing my own deportation that I haven’t paid one bit of attention to anything else.”
    “I don’t think my father has ever had any dealings with the mafia before.” Then she froze. “But Teller has. I know he has.”
    “The man who was so eager to have you killed?” Grigori asked, trying to remember if he had ever seen Teller before the incident at the church.
    She was getting excited. She sat up and turned to look him in the face. Her eyes were bright, and he could hardly resist the urge to kiss her. “I bet that’s what happened! Teller is dirty. He has his fingers in everything. And when Daddy doesn’t do what Teller wants, Teller does it himself.”
    “Perhaps it’s time that the boys and I pay this Teller a visit.”
    “I want to come!” She moved as though she was about to bound off the bed, but Grigori caught her.
    Very carefully, so as not to disturb her shoulder, he pulled her back into his arms. “No, sweetheart. You need to stay here. I will leave Anson here with you. I can’t risk taking you along. Not after what happened earlier.”
     

Chapter Ten
     
     
    It was readily apparent that Flynn didn’t like Grigori’s decision to err on the side of caution. Her expression grew stormy, her green eyes flashing fire as she shoved the covers aside and got out of bed. He watched her with fascination. She was nothing like the other women he’d had experience with over the years. That was for certain.
    “I’m perfectly capable of going with