Russian Boss’s Secret Baby by Bella King
Ch 18
SLATE
“You goddamn piece of shit, I knew you were sneaking around on me,” I shout at Eli, his mouth bleeding as his vision blurs on the floor.
He’s definitely concussed, and he won’t die.
Not like I give a fuck, anyway. As it turns out, the reason Eli knew so much about the Imposter is because he was working alongside him as a double agent. The Imposter made him a better deal than I could, one that implied more power, a higher place in the ranks than he had here.
It didn’t take long to find out once he started talking. Back in the car, he let his ego get the best of him, and he practically told me everything as a means of intimidating me. What he ended up doing was eating shit in front of three Russian mobsters. Vasya turned the car around as Michael held a pistol to Eli’s head, anxious to arrive back to the headquarters and show him who he had fucked with.
I didn’t want to give Michael too much free reign over Eli’s beating; I knew Michael had always resented Eli and had probably wanted to fight him for a long time. I always thought Eli was kind of a bitch and too much of a straight arrow for my liking, but I never hated him.
To be fair, he used to be good at his job.
Not anymore.
Just as I’m ready to drag Eli out the door and toss him on the pavement, I notice Mia staring down at me from the stairs, the most horrified expression on her face.
As soon as she sees me, she sprints up the stairs, and I know something is up immediately. Aside from her seeing Eli get beaten, by me no less, she’s actively avoiding me. If it’s because she thinks I would come after her this way, she needs to hear it from me that I wouldn’t.
I leave Eli and follow her up the stairs. She must hear me following her, because she runs faster and slams the master bedroom door behind her, locking it with a definitive click.
Locking me out of my own bedroom is a low thing to do. Now I am angry at her.
I hear her escape into the bathroom and slam that door closed as well. What is she doing? I’ve never even raised my voice to her and she’s treating me like I’m an active shooter. Clearly, she doesn’t understand the difference between a mafia boss and a raving lunatic.
