I Dated a Mob Wolf by Viola Grace
Chapter One
Vallu kept her clothing loose as she took her niece to the mall. Running into Arcady was funny if a little nerve-wracking. She hoped that Arcady hadn’t recognized the signs of pregnancy, but she wasn’t stupid. If Vallu was retired, it was for a damned good reason. That reason was either true love or something else. It was definitely something else.
Having had about twenty-five men and women at her disposal over the years, she had finally gotten tired of dealing with going into heat on her own. She had talked to Zera and picked her favourite patron to unknowingly father her child. It was a good thing she was a contact healer. Without her patron knowing, she had reversed his vasectomy, spent a wild weekend while he sated her heat, and resumed his interrupted infertility.
So, she had a child growing inside her by devious means, enough funds to keep her comfortable until her child was an adult, and get the child through school of every level. It wasn’t the way she would have done things in an ideal world, but this wasn’t an ideal world.
Liironia’s father picked her up at the park, and her niece waved farewell while Vallu took a deep breath and headed toward home.
Her leisurely walk took her past the financial sector, and the suits and elegant vehicles always made her smile. It was a relief that she wouldn’t have to put on heels and rigid clothing anymore.
She saw a hotdog vendor and paused to fulfill a craving that would have made her niece go mental. A glossy black vehicle stopped nearby, and men in dark suits spilled out. She applied mustard, got some napkins, and went for a walk to sit on the plinth supporting a nearby pillar.
One of the men ordered a hotdog with a specific order of toppings. Vallu paused and kept eating her dog. She had known a patron with that specific type of hotdog topping preference. The order of application was precise, and the man in the suit seemed to know what he was ordering.
When she looked into the vehicle, it looked empty, but when the henchman with the hotdog approached, the occupant leaned forward. Vallu choked on her food, her gaze locking with the obviously canine features of the crime boss that she knew intimately. However, he didn’t know her. Well, he did, but the mask blurred his memory of details.
She wrapped up the butt end of the hotdog and got up, walking calmly toward the nearest trash can before heading to the local tea shop. Quitting caffeine had been rough, but she had gone into training before the big event. The money she had earned was safely invested, and her house was paid off. She was ready for the baby, and since she was over thirty, her time was now precious.
She ordered an iced hibiscus tea and headed toward home. It would take her a two-hour walk, but she had nothing to do but get into the best shape she could be for the baby.
“Miss? May I have a word with you, Miss?” There was a rumbling growl from behind her.
She knew that the voice was talking to her, but she ignored it.
“Five! Stop.” The begging note in his tone tugged at her heart.
She paused in her tracks and turned to face him. “I am not Five.”
“No, but you were.” He walked toward her and cupped her jaw, leaning in to kiss her. The soft fur around his mouth caressed her, and he deepened the contact.
Her body filled with delight, and then, a pulse began between her thighs. Nothing tasted like him, nothing smelled like him, nothing was him, except him. So, he was her baby daddy; he just didn’t know he had been capable for that one weekend just over four months ago.
Their kiss began to draw attention, so she pulled back. He growled, and she gave him a soft, calming kiss. He smiled. “I knew it was you, Five. I have missed you so much.”
She blinked away a tear. “So management has told me, but I am done. Finished. The last weekend with you was the last weekend I was with BDC.”
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Engage?” He raised a brow.
“No.”
“Interested in women?”
“Occasionally, but no.”
“So, let me drive you to your destination and see you safe. I am worried about you.”
Vallu shrugged. “I am fine. Never better. I was looking forward to the walk.”
“You aren’t calling me patron.” He quirked his lips.
She shrugged. “You aren’t my patron anymore. You are just a very attractive man that I used to know in a very nice suit.”
He smiled wryly. “You know who I am and what I do?”
“More or less. I don’t know your name, though.” He opened his mouth, and she touched her fingers to his lips. “I don’t need to know.”
He raised his brows at her light contact. His tongue lapped out, and she slowly pulled her fingers away. It was best to move slowly around him. It avoided the predator-prey response.
“I would like to ask you out on a conventional date.”
She smiled. “There is no reason for that.”
He pulled her against him. “There is every reason.” She felt his erection through his trousers, and he felt... “Wait. What’s that?”
She blushed at the frown of confusion on his face. “The reason that I retired. I’m pregnant.”
His eyes lit for a second before he sighed. “No, it couldn’t be mine.”
She obfuscated and chuckled. “What would be the odds of that?”
His dark gold eyes searched her face. “Yes, what would be the odds of that? How far along are you?”
She got wary. His senses were telling him something that she hadn’t counted on. His eyes were flicking as he gathered information based on what he was feeling and her body condition.
“You were not pregnant when we were together. Your heat was far too intense, so I am guessing your next cycle. So, three months? You should just barely be showing, but you have a hard little bump here.”
She swallowed and tried to step back. “Well, I am getting older; there was no time to waste.”
He smiled. “I suppose not. It’s a pity. If you had come to me, I would have helped you.”
Vallu shrugged. “I was bound by contract, as were you. I couldn’t seek you out outside of the structure of the dates.”
“Come to lunch on the island tomorrow.”
She paused and shook her head. “I can’t.”
He frowned. “Why not? You did on the dates.”
“I am now back to being normal old me. Boring clothing and no access to hop drones.” She tried to distract him. “I have heard there are a bunch of new escorts. I am sure that one of them would suit.”
He smiled slowly and chuckled. “None of them can take a knot.”
She blushed wildly. “That just takes practice.”
“We practiced a lot, didn’t we?” He caressed her cheek and hip.
She was going to answer when she saw his ears twitch. He grabbed her and turned her as cycles streaked past and a wave of projectiles sprayed toward them.
She felt the impacts to his body, felt two bullets graze her arm, and then, they were falling. He took the brunt of the fall on his arm, but she was already healing him.
His eyes were watching her. “I had forgotten that you were a healer.”
She blinked away the tears in her eyes. “Shut up and stop bleeding.”
His men finished dispatching the assassins and came to get him. “Boss. We have to get you to the doctor.”
She was left as they pulled him away, and one held her at bay, muttering, “You’ve done enough.”
Their vehicle had gone ten feet when it stopped, and a familiar bodyguard came out.
Darvo stalked toward her, pulled her to her feet, and carried her to the car, setting her down next to the boss. “Heal him.”
“Get his suit jacket off, Darvo.”
The man paused and then started helping her. “Five?”
“Yeah. Let’s keep it at that.” When the fur of the boss’s back was exposed, the blood and damage were everywhere. “Now, let me work.”
She put her hand on the wounds near his lungs, gathered the bullets, and pulled them out. As she worked, she muttered, “If this was done to impress me, you have to stop getting your playbook from action movies and comics.”
He sighed low. “It worked. You are with me.”
His hand caressed her thigh as she worked on healing him.
“If you can grope me, you are on the mend. I have gotten the bullets out, and the threat to your life is over. You can have your guys let me out at the nearest intersection.” She knew that the men weren’t going to let her go without his say-so.
“I think I feel a nap coming on.” There was a sly smile on his face.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you asshole!” She prodded his shoulder.
Darvo pulled a gun on her and said, “Just heal him, Five. We will let you go when he is back on his feet.”
“What if the fluff-for-brains is faking?”
He laughed. “The boss wouldn’t do that.”
She looked at the boss who had moved across her lap, so his face was close to her sex, and she was leaning over him to heal him. Her breasts pressed against his shoulders, and she could see that his silky crescent of a tail was trying to move. He tucked it in for trips to the city. It wrecked the line of his jacket to have the fluffy arc waving around.
“I swear to god, if you are wagging your tail, I am going to start reversing the healing, whether Darvo shoots me or not.”
That brought the boss’s head up, and he glared at his henchman. “Gun down, Darvo. Never point a weapon at her. I don’t care if I am sliced in half. Got it?”
The boss moved his head to his happy place, which was the top of her thighs. When they had dated, he would stay like that for hours, his arms wrapped around her hips and his muzzle pressed to her thighs. After a few snide remarks, his men realized that he was keener after he had spent time with her in that particular position. His planning was better and the heists more profitable.
She finished the healing and looked down, stroking her fingers through his hair and to the dense, soft fur of his back. He nuzzled toward her sex and exhaled a long blow of warm air against her that caused her body to clench, and a slow surge of her personal lubrication started to emerge. He chuckled. She grabbed his pointed ear. “Stop it. We aren’t under contract anymore.”
He looked up at her, his chin resting on her lap. “That was to protect you, not me. So, I am kidnapping you. My mother will be so happy.”
Vallu blinked. “What? No.”
“Yes, my mother has been telling me to find you for months. She’s said that I am getting useless and morose. So, you can have tea with her tomorrow, and she can tell you what she expects in a kept woman.”
Vallu shoved at him. “No. That isn’t the plan. I have a plan.”
“Plan’s change.” He sighed and nuzzled into her, his arm implacable.
She looked at him. Maybe if she put a bullet wound into him, no one would notice. She looked out the window and saw that they were already on the ferry. She hadn’t even been aware of how long they were on the water.
“I have an appointment to see my niece on Thursday. If I miss it, I am never going to forgive you.”
He lifted his head. “You will make your appointment, and so will four guards. When she goes home, you come back to me.”
She sighed. “But, I have a nice house, a garden, savings account, college fund. Everything I need.”
Darvo’s face frowned at the college fund. “College fund?”
The boss murmured from his return to her lap. “She’s pregnant.”
“Is it the boss’s?” Darvo was really nervous.
“How could it be? He was rendered infertile as per our particular contract. It let him fuck me while I was in heat, which is not something a lot of young ladies experience nowadays.” It had also trapped her in a cycle that repeated over and over, but the nights with him were worth it. Well, they had been worth it. Now she just felt a bit stupid for encouraging the connection.
She sat back and watched the world glide by on the way to Daycross Island. Separate from the capitol and all the countries surrounding it, it was a magnet for crime, intrigue, and shenanigans. The man in her lap owned it.
It took them another hour before the ferry docked, but it was only when they were in the driveway to the manor that the boss sat up and stretched. “I feel better now. Too bad, Five. Well, you can go back as soon as we have a car heading to the city. Thursday, was it?” He paused. “What’s today?”
She was grim. “Monday.”
“Well, a few days here will pass quickly. I promise.” His eyes were dancing with amusement as he was so very pleased to have her in his home again.
Lady Daycross came out to greet them; her frown of worry was obvious. “Etgar. I heard you were shot. Are you badly hurt?”
He stepped out of the vehicle and left Vallu with Darvo, who blocked the door, holding up a finger to his lips.
“No, I was talking to an old friend and stood still for too long. She’s a healer. She took care of me on the trip, and I would like you to be pleasant to her while she waits for us to take her home. All right?”
Lady Daycross sighed. “Not another one of your whores, was it? Wait. You said she’s a healer? That is useful. Well, where is she?”
Darvo got out and took her hand, easing her out of the car. She was covered with blood, Etgar’s and her own. She got to an appropriate distance and curtsied gracefully, though she was wearing loose clothing and sneakers. “Lady Daycross.”
“Five? Oh goodness! Five! Come here.” The delight on her face was genuine. Vallu had always gotten along with her since the first time the lady had walked in with Vallu and Etgar together. There had been no false modesty as they had been stuck together and waiting for the knot to dissipate. Five had answered questions about the mask, the organization, and her favourite flowers in the garden. It had been a surreal meeting but had set the tone.
The woman rushed her, but Five put her hand up. “Lady, I would like to clean up first. I am covered in blood. Please?”
“Of course, my dear. This way. You remember Anna, Mabel, Tonio, Harwin...” They went through the staff as she was hauled up to Etgar’s rooms, and a wardrobe that Vallu hadn’t seen before was opened.
Lady Daycross pulled out a few items and then bustled Vallu into the master bath and started stripping her.
“Lady. Please, stop it. I will be fine. Thank you so much for your care, but I am not going anywhere tonight. I will be down in half an hour.” Vallu nodded.
“Of course, child. I am very happy to see you.”
She smiled and had removed her clothing and was about to step into the shower when Lady Daycross came back in. “Dear, what would you like for dinn—oh. You’re pregnant.”
Vallu nodded. “I am on high protein, high veg, low carbs if that is possible. And yes, I am.”
“Who is the father?”
“I chose a suitable donor.”
“Hm. When was that?”
Vallu looked at the woman whose insight was nearly the same as her son’s. “Over three months ago. I had things lined up for when I retired from BDC.”
“Mmhmm. See you in half an hour. I will just get that bloody stuff out of here.”
Before Vallu could stop her, Lady Daycross had all of her clothing in a pile and had left her in the shower. Vallu took the fastest shower on record, and her wounds stung but not as much as her pussy would when Etgar found out he was going to be the father. He had been excited enough just to see her again, and he seemed so disappointed that the baby couldn’t be his. To find out that it was might cause a ruckus.
The cocktail dress, underwear, and shoes all fit perfectly. It was like they had been waiting for her, which wasn’t likely. It had been four months after all.
She fluffed out her hair, brushed it, and fluffed it out again. She found an unopened eyeliner as well as her favourite lip gloss. She smiled at the eyeliner. It was a neutral ash grey. A nice safe choice when no one knew what her eye colour was. She wondered if the dark green surprised him.
She finished getting ready and then headed down to the areas of the house where people gathered. She needed to get Etgar alone before his mother spilled the truth.
