Her Russian Billionaire's Baby

By: Cher Etan

A billion-dollar Russian with a dark past...





A complete Mafia romance story, brought to you by bestselling author Cher Etan.

Adrian is from a very... Russian family.

He’s also a billionaire, and can have pretty much whatever he wants.

Isobel on the other hand runs a quaint pastry shop, has money problems and is pretty much his opposite in every way.

But when a chance and rather awkward meeting between the two occurs, both of their lives will be changed forever!

What does true love with a handsome Russian feel like?

Like your world's complete, like you want his baby, like you want to marry him.

But what about when his mafia past starts to show and you get caught in the middle of it all?

Will they be able to overcome hurdles that involve not only themselves, but also the mob?

Find out in this thrilling and steamy pregnancy romance by bestselling author Cher Etan.

Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes so hot, you'll need your own Russian billionaire to fall in love with.






Chapter 1


Adrian first shot a gun at age twelve. The Benedikt family had their own range, and Alexei and Adrian begged Boris to take them for months until he finally broke. (Boris always told his wife, Vera that the worst torture he’d been through was having twins pestering him.) Boris set them up with a small-calibre pistol and let Alexei shoot first. He missed the target completely, and Adrian began teasing him in the garbled half-language that the twins used to communicate.

“Oh, yeah?” Alexei seethed. “If you’re so good, why don’t you take a crack at it?” (This, of course, was a vague and Americanized translation because seriously that mess the twins spoke was crazy.) So Adrian did take a crack at it. He loaded the gun himself-turning down help from his father-and aimed steadily at the target. Now, it would be a gross exaggeration to say that all five bullets went through the bull’s eye, but he was both precise and accurate. Boris let out a booming laugh-Adrian’s favourite -and slapped the boy on the back.

“Ah! The kid’s a natural!” He proclaimed, and Vera, terrifying, gorgeous Vera, smacked him upside the head and began lecturing all three of them on how they were a respectable family and she wouldn’t be having her twelve year old trained in combat. Boris agreed readily, and winked at his boys.

Adrian was excited at the prospect of having his own gun one day.

*****

Evgeni leaned against the door, his arms crossed over his powerful chest and a blank look on his stony face. The boy in front of him reached deep into his pockets and pulled out an ID that Evgeni was sure was a fake. He looked at the piece of plastic, a sneer already budding over his handsome features, and a thin eyebrow raised. He glared at the raven haired kid in front of him a moment, and then looked back at the picture. It was certainly a fake, but a damn good fake. The young man’s baby face was creamy, met with rosy cheeks due to the warmth pouring out of the club, and his blue eyes were piercing, but he was definitely under twenty one. He was either an old looking seventeen, or a young looking twenty, but in no way could Evgeni accept the fact that this kid was born the date his license boasted.

“It’s fake. No way you’re twenty one.” Evgeni said flipping the ID over to check the back. He wondered if it was one of their fake IDs. They were made for the young prostitutes who were just under the age of consent. If they ever were caught, it could be said they were guilty of prostitution, but not the prostitution of a minor.

“It’s not fake,” the kid snapped fussing with his black jacket. “I got it at the DMV after my driver’s test like everybody else. Now give it back and let me in.”

Evgeni looked at him a moment and then back at the ID for the fourth time. He shook his head slowly, and could feel the eyes of, Adrian Benedikt according to the ID, but then that could also be fake, throwing daggers at him.

“Dima?” He called over his shoulder and a tall man came toward the front. He was bigger than Evgeni, more meaty, but in no way more threatening. They both looked like thugs, and Evgeni had a gleam in his eye that told Adrian he was dangerous. Evgeni handed the big man the ID and heard Adrian huff. “I think it’s fake.”

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