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

by Natasha L. Black

I stare at Sergei, my mind a complete blank. My brain threatens to short-circuit. He barely knows me, and his offer makes me realize that I barely know him either, no matter how stuck I’ve been on him for the last few weeks. What kind of man offers that much cash? When we went to dinner, I figured he was probably well-off, but this is too much. I suddenly remember the men I saw on the street several weeks ago, and how unsettled they made me feel. They looked dangerous. Maybe Sergei is even more dangerous than I realized. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” I blurt out, my mouth moving faster than my brain. “Do you even know what you’re asking right now?” Sergei doesn’t so much as blink. “Yes. I’m asking you to take care of my mother, and to move in with me,” he says, calm as stone. “She’ll need round-the-clock care, and I need someone I can trust.” The room suddenly feels smaller, as though the walls are closing in around me. His mother’s monitor beeps rhythmically, and it’s all too much. I need to get out of here, to go somewhere I can think. I glance toward the hospital bed where his mother sleeps peacefully, oblivious to the insane conversation happening just a few feet away. She looks so small and frail, and I’ll do whatever I can to make her life easier while she’s in my care. But walking away from my life seems extreme. Sergei’s voice cuts through my racing thoughts. “You’ll have your own room, of course, and access to anything you need. I’ll make sure you’re complete...