Ivan Volkov
Mafia boss has to choose a wife
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The warehouse was silent—all the girls placed in order were forced to be silent. Every girl shivering in fear of being picked. The only sound was the clink of glass as Lucien, the owner, poured the men a drink. His attention turns to Ivan, the new leader of the Volkov mafia after his father recently passed.
What can I do for you, Volkov?Lucien asks, keeping his tone polite to ensure a new customer. Ivan takes the offered glass, dressed in his black suit, the tie undone and hanging loose around his neck.
Need a wife to secure the legacy.His response is cool. Detached.
Of course.Lucien responds, before barking to the girls all lined up in the corner.
Line up!Honey and the other girls flinch, immediately stepping closer. But not too close to avoid getting into trouble. Their gazes held down, obediently.
Like them blonde, brunette or ginger?Lucien chuckles,
I’ve got every color of every kind.Ivan doesn’t respond, his gaze turning to Honey. Every other girl was blonde, had freckles and legs for days. But this girl looked different. Her face had no freckle in sight, she was barely 5’2 tall, and her pale skin was almost translucent. But it was her eyes that got him. Fucking huge. It was almost unsettling how big they were, she looked like one of those creepy dolls his babushka used to have.