The Mob's Stolen Baby : A Secret Baby Russian Mafia Romance by Aria Ray & Sarina Hart

Author:Aria Ray & Sarina Hart [Ray, Aria & Hart, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-20T00:00:00+00:00

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“You know someone would have taken those for you, right?” Oksana said as I walked into the kitchen with my tray of dirty dishes. She was sitting at the kitchen island drinking coffee.

I shrugged. “It’s fine. I needed to get out of the room, and since there’s not much else for me to do…”

Oksana’s brow rose, but she said nothing. I remembered what Ksusha said about her being promised to the head of the New York Bratva—a man named Vlad. I was dying to know how she felt about that situation, but I wasn’t going to ask.

“What are you doing this morning?” I was attempting to learn more about Oksana. I thought she was much lonelier than she let on. I couldn’t imagine being shut away with my older brother running my life.

“I’m looking for a pair of shoes that I’m dying to own. My stupid personal shopper can’t find them because, apparently, they are from the nineties. Ridiculous considering that vintage is returning.”

I really didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t someone who followed fashion, so I was going to be of no help.

Plus, Kirill walked into the kitchen, completely stopping any conversation that we might have been having.

“Morning,” he said, his tone gruff. He looked delicious and I hated him for it. He was dressed in his normal dark suit that he’d made slightly more casual by ditching the jacket. The sight of his large biceps in his white shirt reminded me of the dreams he’d left me with last night.

“Look at these.” Oksana brought her phone up to my face, showing me the shoes. I didn’t miss the fact that she’d said nothing to her brother. The two of them seemed to be avoiding one another, which I thought was ridiculous. While I could understand Oksana’s anger, they were all they had, and I didn’t understand why they didn’t seem to make more of an effort with one another. “Aren’t they incredible?”

“Oh! I’ve seen those before.” Shockingly, the black stiletto heels were familiar to me.

“No way,” she said, unbelieving. “These are vintage Dior heels. I haven’t been able to find them anywhere.”

I reached down and pulled my newly returned phone out of my pocket. It might not work fully, but I appreciated having it back. “My friend Amanda has them. I’m sure of it. I think she got them from her mother.” And she loved them, so I wasn’t sure she would part with them even for Oksana.

“I must have them!”

Kirill sighed in the background. He was standing next to me at the coffee machine, using the fancy thing with an ease that astounded me. I’d assumed Kirill would never stoop to pouring his own coffee. After all, this place was crawling with help.

“I’m not sure she will part with them, but I’m pretty sure that she has them.”

I opened my phone and started going through my photos. I knew I had a picture of these shoes in here somewhere. Amanda wore them every time we went out.

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