Her Russian Mafia Boss by Bella Rose

Author:Bella Rose [Rose, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mafia Romance
Publisher: Bella Rose
Published: 2015-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

It took another two days before Alana was back on her feet again. She counted the bottles of liquor and doodled on her sheet. Everyone was feeling better, and things were running smoothly. She was almost bored tonight, and she began thinking of more themes. Having the girls swing from the ceiling would be fun, but swingers’ night might lead to more trouble than it was worth. She scratched out the idea.

“It’s funny how Vadim has been missing these past few days,” Chelsea said as she swaggered by. “It almost makes me wonder if you were really sick. After all, you didn’t have a doctor’s note.”

Alana struggled not to roll her eyes. “I didn’t have a doctor’s note because I don’t have insurance. Besides, what pussy goes to the doctor for a cough and a fever?”

“So you haven’t seen Vadim while you were out?” Chelsea narrowed her eyes as she studied Alana’s face. The jealousy was evident. Chelsea didn’t just want her job. She also wanted Vadim.

“I’ve been lying on the couch coughing and blowing my nose for the past week. I haven’t been out dallying with the boss,” Alana snapped. She was telling the truth. She and Vadim hadn’t gone out anywhere, but he’d stopped by several times to check on her. He’d prepared her food, played some board games with her until she fell asleep, and even rented a movie. She was surprised that he wasn’t sick. The man must have an iron immune system.

But she didn’t want to give Chelsea any reasons to be suspicious. The last thing she needed was rumors to start flying.

Even if they were true.

Some shouts drew her attention to the register. Danny was with a large man, and he was exchanging funds in the register, and some of the guests were drunkenly complaining. She watched as Danny said a few words to one of the guests, and he quickly quieted.

But Alana wasn’t concerned about the guest. Who was the strange man that was counting the money from the register? She watched as he pocketed a few of the bills, nodded to Danny, and walked away. Danny said a few words to the bartender and quickly ran behind the guy. Alana wasted no time as she approached Joey. “What was that all about?”

Joey shrugged. “I don’t know. Every now and then, Danny will take money out of the register. Mr. Volkov never says anything, and I assume with the cameras that he knows. I don’t ask questions.”

Was Danny stealing from Vadim? That seemed absurd. Vadim had eyes and ears everywhere in this bar, so it didn’t seem possible that Danny would get away with it. So what the hell was going on?

“Ms. Jameson.”

Alana whirled around to see Vadim lounging from the bar. “Mr. Volkov,” she said as she straightened. “How can I help you?”

“I see that you’re feeling better. If this shift is too much for you, feel free to leave early.”

She could see the open concern in his eyes, even as he spoke so formally to her, and she glanced around to make sure that Chelsea wasn’t watching.

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