Pregnant by the Mob Boss {18+}

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A week passed by as Lev unlocked his car, a Maserati that was parked in the underground parking lot of the hotel.

He led me to his car, opening the door for me, and I stepped inside, thanking him while a blush crept over my cheeks.

Lev closed the door, and took his own seat, at the driver seat. He started the engine, and began to drive through the busy city.

The sun shined in my eyes because it was another clear and warm day.

"Do you really want to go back?" Lev asks, turning left, driving the car smoothly with only one hand.

No, I never want to go back there.

"I have to. I have to face Damian and Marcella." I responded, wishing I could stay with him, but he was driving me back to Damian's penthouse.

"You don't have to face them. You cannot face people who will never respect your personal boundaries." He explains.

There was bustling traffic during lunch, but Lev managed to make his way through.

"If only it was that easy..." I mumbled, looking out the window at the large city buildings.

I changed the subject because of the sudden silence in the car.

"So... tonight you are going back to Russia?" I questioned while biting down on my lower lip because I knew he was going back to Russia.

I wanted to stay with him, I wanted to follow him back to Russia.

"Да." He answered in russian, and I had been close to him these past two weeks to know what it meant.

Yes, he was going back.

"Oh, okay..." I lowered my gaze to my nails, the urge to fidget with the flesh around my nails was strong.

I hadn't scratched the skin around my nails the entire time I was with him, for two weeks, each time he saw me doing it, he held gently into my hand and he asked me questions.

'Are you still reading books?'

He asked me because that night when my parents switched me with Marcella. I had woken up, crying and panicking. I didn't know where I was, and Lev had began asking questions calmly, and he got to know how much I loved books.

'Do you still hate scotch?'

That night when I was in Russia, in his mansion, he had been drinking a glass of scotch and the nineteen-year-old me was dehydrated after getting kidnapped by my parents.

I sprung from the bed, took the glass from him and started to cough because it was strong and disgusting.

He ended up chuckling, but ended up giving me water along with strawberries dipped in chocolate.

'How many dresses should I buy, when I come to visit you?'

Lev also noticed my love for dresses because he took me to a shopping mall in Russia.

A mall in which he had rented for an entire day, and we walked for hours, while he bought me dresses.

I sighed at the memories, how could any man compare to Lev Mikhaylov?

I really didn't want to leave him, especially after everything he did for me, killing Marcella's friend because the guy tried to harm me.

Lev was one of the very few powerful men in the world, he was the Pakhan of the Bratva, and other powerful men kneeled at his feet.