Page 27 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

“Who’s Annette?” I ask sharply, masking my frustration with feigned indifference.

“Her au pair,” Katya replies, her tone sharp enough to cut. She finally turns her head to look at me, her green eyes sparking with challenge. “I’m surprised you don’t already know that. Isn’t gathering intel your specialty?”

“Are you baiting me?” I ask, cocking a brow.

Katya sits up straighter, her fiery energy sparking to life. “Fuck you! Fuck you, your brothers, and your entire family. What did we ever do to you?”

Her words don’t sting—not like she wants them to. If anything, they amuse me. My lips curl into a smirk. “Fuck me and my brothers, huh? But not my sister? That’s interesting. You must really love Kata, huh?”

“Kata’s only flaw is that she was born a Sokolov,” Katya snaps, venom dripping from her tone. “But even that’s been fixed. Volkov suits her better, don’t you think?”

I laugh softly, the sound low and dangerous. “Careful, Katya. Your claws are showing.”

But something in her words snaps the last thread of my patience. I spring to my feet and move around the table, my movements quick and fluid. She stiffens as I kneel in front of her, bringing our faces level.

Before she can pull back, I reach out and wrap my fingers around her jaw. Her skin is warm beneath my hand, her pulse fluttering under my thumb.

“As much as I appreciate the banter,” I murmur, my lips inches from hers, “how about you stop pushing me to go full Bratva on your sexy ass?”

Her breath catches, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I let my gaze drop for just a moment, and there they are—her pebbled nipples pressing against the fabric of her blouse. Her body betrays her, even as her fiery glare screams defiance.

She’s fighting a losing battle, and we both know it.

But still, I let her win this round.

“Sit back down, Igor,” she says through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. “Leave me be.”

I don’t move. Instead, I lean closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Not now. Not ever. You belong to me, Katya. Whether you want it or not, you’re mine.”

Her lips curl into a sneer. “I won’t let you touch me again.”

I chuckle softly, my grin slow and deliberate. “Really? Because your body tells a different story. Your breathing, your hard nipples, your flushed skin... I’ve seen you in heat,volchitsa. There’s no point denying how much you want me.”

“I hate you,” she hisses, her voice trembling with rage.

“Well,” I say with a shrug, my smirk never wavering, “I guess I’ll just have to work harder so you let me have you again.”

I release her jaw and stand, taking my time as I return to my seat. I lean back, watching as she shifts closer to Sofiya. She tucks herself protectively against our daughter, her shoulders tense and her gaze fixed firmly away from me.

She can’t hide from me. Not forever.

There’s no chance in hell I’m letting her go. She’s already gotten a taste of what’s to come, and soon enough, she’ll understand exactly who she belongs to.

For now, I’ll give her the space she so desperately wants. But my patience has limits, and when it runs out, Katya will have a choice to make: be mine or never see Sofiya again.

It shouldn’t be that hard.

After all, no woman has ever said no to me—not when I’ve set my sights on her. And Katya? Right now, she’s all I see.

I grin, the corner of my mouth curling as I let the moment settle.

I love it when I’ve already won.

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KATYA

Aslight shake of my shoulders pulls me from sleep. Disoriented, I blink rapidly, realizing Sofiya isn’t beside me. Panic grips me like a vice, and I bolt upright, my heart pounding.

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