Page 93 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

Raffe knocks on Olenko’s office door and leads us inside. With his gaze aimed at the ground, he crosses the floor and then steps aside to reveal Galina’s familiar, beautiful face.

Her auburn curls tumble down her shoulders in perfectly tousled waves, and her hazel eyes gleam with a mix of curiosity and mischief. She’s dressed sharply today—tight black slacks and a silk blouse the color of deep burgundy—but there’s an edge to her that no amount of elegance can hide.

She stands behind the desk and gives me a once-over. A smile pulls up her lips.

“Thank you, Raffe.” She turns her attention to the security guard, tucking a curl behind her ear. “That will be all for now.”

“Yes, Miss Galina,” Raffe mutters, then backs out the door.

Once he’s gone, I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Nerves start to build in my chest, thinking about the uncomfortable interaction we’re about to have.

“Konstantin’s scouting around outside,” I tell her. “I wanted to talk to your father, but since he’s not here, I’d appreciate it if you could help me.”

A fire sparkles in her hazel eyes, bringing color to her cheeks. For a second, she studies me, and the way her glare slices to Ivan reveals her dislike at him being here.

“Who is he?” she asks, her voice tense. “I don’t like an audience.”

“Ivan Kuznetsov,” Ivan introduces himself, the bastard ignoring my orders. He crosses the distance between him and Galina, takes her hand, and brings it to his lips. “Pleasure.”

“Mm.” Galina smirks, her lips curving into a heated smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a threesome.”

I choke on my tongue, coughing violently. Galina does whatever she pleases, and unfortunately, what she wants most is a chance with me. I’ve seen for myself how little restraint she has.

But Ivan’s lips curl up in a devilish grin. Oh, well. Great. These two will pair off perfectly.

“I’m not good at sharing,” he says evenly. “A threesome might not happen. But if you’re interested in a more intimate setting, I’d be game any day of the week.”

She laughs, throwing her head back and exposing her slim neck. Ivan watches her intently, his eyes roaming over her body and landing on the soft swell of her breasts.

“Maybe another time,” she mumbles, then leans over and presses her palms against the surface of the table, glancing at me. “So, what can I do for you then, Igor?”

I open my mouth to get down to business when my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and read the caller ID—Aleks.

“Go ahead, pick it up.” Galina waves a dismissive hand. “I’m sure your boy toy can entertain me.”

Ivan shifts, straightening his posture. For a second, it’s as if the wolf emerges from the depths of his soul, his brown eyes shining with hunger and anticipation. They latch onto hers, his upper lip turning up in a feral smirk, revealing a row of perfect white teeth.

Ignoring their eye-fucking, I step just outside the door and answer the phone. “Yes?”

“We got something,” Aleks says as a way of greeting.

“Talk,” I order, my patience wearing thin.

Aleks doesn’t need to be asked twice. “You need to see this,” he says urgently. “We found something in your bedroom—a brick with a strange symbol on it. It was by the bed, near where the fireworks hit. Katya says she saw a tattoo of the symbol on her attacker.”

“Send me a picture,” I tell him.

Not even two minutes later, I return to the office to find Ivan standing too close to Galina.

Her giggle fills the room as she tips her chin up, giving him a playful smile.

“Jesus.” I roll my eyes and open the photo that Aleks sent. “Enough of the bullshit. Come look.”

Galina sighs. Ivan laughs and leans down, his palm sliding to cup her neck gently, tilting her face toward his as if giving her a promise.

“Keep control of yourself, Kuznetsov,” I chastise, more irritated than concerned. “Remember why we’re here.”

As if something in Ivan shifts, he changes his demeanor, clears his throat, and steps away from Galina. His face is a mask once again, only a hint of an apologetic smile left. Meanwhile, Galina merely adjusts her blouse and turns, sauntering over to me. Her black heels tap against the ground.