The Mob's Secret Twins

The Mob's Secret TwinsA Secret Baby Russian Mafia RomanceAria Ray © 2023 Aria Ray All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.Kindle EditionIf you'd like to be notified of updates, teasers, and promotions, subscribe to Aria’s newsletter Table of ContentsChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26EpilogueAlso by Aria RayConnect with Aria Ray:About the Author: About the Book:Hooking up with a drop-dead gorgeous stranger at the bar? Wrong choice. Discovering afterward that I spent the night with a perilous killer? Utterly disastrous. Concealing the fact that I am carrying the twins of a Russian Mob boss? Puts my life in grave danger. Nothing went as planned that night. The guy I was supposed to meet for drinks bailed on me. But then, like a force of fate, Nicholas Travosky entered the scene with a magnetism that could set the world on fire. Little did I know that beneath his alluring exterior, there lurked a hidden darkness. Our encounter was a whirlwind of laughter, fine dining, and champagne that sparkled like stars in the sky. But when morning came, and I stumbled upon a gun, it hit me like a thunderbolt - I didn't really know him at all. Without a word, I vanished from his life, and we haven't crossed paths since. Now, years later, my coffee shop is on the line, entangled in a mafia war. With no other option, I turn to the only person I know who can save my business - Nicolas. But what happens when he unexpectedly walks into my coffee shop and comes face to face with the two precious secrets we share? Chapter 1NicholasI’ve been sitting in my car for the better part of an hour with one hand on my phone and the other on my gun.I shouldn’t be here. With two rival families competing to see who can kill me first, I shouldn’t be out in public at all, let alone right here in the heart of their home turf. But there’s a meeting going on half a block down the street in the basement of a run-down liquor store, and I simply couldn’t stay away.Not that I’m invited. I smirk at the thought as my trigger finger twitches slightly. No, I definitely wasn’t invited to this meeting, but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.The rival boss has already come and gone, but his son is still in there, along with a handful of their trusted soldiers and associates. The kid is getting a promotion tonight, and I’m counting on the fact that he’s going to be celebrating. There’s a part of me that sincerely hopes he enjoys the women, alcohol, and drugs that will be in plentiful supply for tonight’s festivities.If all goes well, it’ll be the last celebration he ever has.And the beginning of an era of peace for us—at least on one front.My phone rings, startling me from my thoughts. “What is it?” I snap, and reflexively check my mirrors for anything that might be out of place on the street around me. I’ll be the one with a bullet in my head tonight if I can’t keep my shit together.“The men are in place, boss.” Viktor, my right-hand man, sounds calm. Of all the men who’ve ever worked for me, he’s the only one who never seems to get ruffled by my surly tone or the occasional violent outburst. It’s a trait that’s unnerving and reassuring at the same time, and it’s why he’s been with me longer than any of the others. “Should I mobilize Dimitri?”“Not yet,” I say with a shake of my head. “The last few stragglers only got here a little while ago. I want to make sure everyone in there is nice and fucked up before Dimitri and the team get within a hundred yards of the place.”“You’re still there?” The hint of worry in his tone speaks volumes. He won’t come out and say it, but he hates that I’m out here risking my ass for an assignment that probably should have gone to someone far less important to our organization. “How long until you’ll be able to leave?”“Don’t know yet. I want to…” I trail off because the truth is I don’t know what I want right now. I’d like to walk in there and personally take out every motherfucker I see, but that’s not an option. Maybe in my twenties, when dozens—if not hundreds—of other lives didn’t rely on me keeping a cool head. Those crazy, reckless days are behind me now. Mostly. “I’ll call you back in a few minutes to give the order. Make sure you aren’t far from your phone.”“Got it, boss. Be careful out there.”I hang up the phone and scrub a hand down my face, rubbing briefly at my dark stubble and wondering for at least the fifth time since I’ve been parked here if this might all be a big mistake. Not just this particular job, but my life, my world in general.But the promise of some semblance of peace is keeping me going.There are three main warring groups, us two Russians, and a Ukrainian family, and for years we’ve been fucking each other up over a patch of land that overlaps all of our turf.Tonight, I’m going to swing the pendulum in our favor, starting with the Ukrainian boss’s son.Still, I’ve been doing this for a long time, rising