Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

“I still can’t believe you’re really doing this.” Mia sighs from my bed. She’s been lounging there for the last half hour while I’ve packed. “Why are you leaving me?” I pause, sweatshirt in hand, and glance at her, my heart aching at the thought. What am I going to do without my daily dose of Mia? “It’s just temporary,” I remind her. “As soon as Mrs. Volkova is back on her feet, I’ll be back and it’ll be like I was never gone.” Something in my voice must give me away, because she sets her phone on her stomach and studies me, brows knitting. “Are you sure you’re okay?” The question hangs between us while I search for an honest answer. I can’t lie to my best friend, but the truth is I don’t know if I’m okay. So much is up in the air. I’ve been dissociating, cramming each worry into its own compartment so I don’t have to face any of them. I sit on the edge of the bed and wipe a damp palm down my thigh. “I’m pretty nervous,” I admit. There’s no hiding it from her, she’s fluent in Nicole. “About living with Sergei?” she asks, sitting up to meet my eyes. “It’s a lot to process at once.” I let out a slow breath. “This could change my life, or it could be a huge mistake. I have no idea which.” “Well, it’s a lot of fucking money,” she jokes. “I’d love to make that kind of mistake.” I grab a decorative pillow and hurl it at her. She shrieks, then bursts into laughter. “All right, all right. Just don’t forget us little people when you’re a legit millionaire.” “That money is going str...