The Russian's Secret Baby (The Tonov Triplets Series Book 3) (10 page)

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Book 1: The Russian’s Resistant Lover
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Book 2: The Russian’s Assertive Lover

Book 3: The Russian’s Secret Baby

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Excerpt From The Russian’s Resistant Lover (Book 1 of the Tonov Triplets Series)

“Go fuck yourself,” Valov Tonov shouted over his shoulder.

“Excuse me!” She said, matching pace with him. “All I want to do is ask you a few questions.”

He sighed. He already knew what would happen. As the big, bad mafia boss, anything he said would immediately be used to turn him into a villain and defame him in the press. It didn't matter that he was most likely more honest than most politicians were.

“I do not talk to the media,” he said.
Not even ones as sexy as you.
The reporter following him was sexy; there was no doubt about that. Her coffee-colored skin looked as smooth as silk and her big, brown eyes and full lips were just as alluring as her generous breasts and hips, which seemed to be bursting out of her expensive designer clothes. She was definitely a vision, even though she was two heads shorter than he was and carried around the biggest purse that he had ever seen. He had to admit she was damn fast, even under the weight of that bag.

“Look,” she said breathlessly as she struggled to keep up with him. “This is Bangor, Maine. No foreigners go unnoticed here, especially the rich ones with thick, Russian accents. There are already rumors and reports about you being part of the Russian mafia.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and she quickly held up her hands in defense. “I'm not saying you're evil,” she quickly said, as if being part of the mafia and being evil was the same thing. “But your silence, refusal to cooperate with the press and the authorities, and the coincidental drop in crime since your arrival here has rumors flying.”

“What’s your name, again?”

“Rae St. Germaine. Listen, I’m giving you a chance to tell your side of the story, give yourself a human aspect for the people. This will help end the discrimination against you and your family, and it will help everyone in Maine better understand your culture.”

“It will also help sell newspapers,” Valov said. “Last time I checked, the
Bangor Daily News
was in trouble. If it doesn't get a lot of sales fast, then there will be a huge drop in sponsorship deals and there will be no funding to keep your office in repair, let alone your salary paid.”

“You're right,” the woman said, suddenly moving in front of him and blocking his path. “And that's the exact argument I used to convince my boss to let me pursue this story. You honestly think I wouldn't want to clear your name?”

He smirked at her, looking her up and down. “How do you know you have the correct person?” he asked. “Maybe you've confused me with one of my brothers. In case you haven't heard, we look a lot alike.” They were identical, actually but neither of his brothers would talk to the press either. They knew better than that if they wanted to stay alive.

“Everyone knows who you are, Valov,” she said. “You're the one who has a constant scowl and wears the designer suits. Also, you're the one with tattoos on your wrists,” she said, looking pointedly at the edges of his shirt cuffs where the tattoos were plainly visible.

Valov nodded.
She’s done her homework.

“Although all three of you are never seen in anything other than suits. Even in summer, you wear long-sleeved shirts. Why is that?”

Too many questions
. That was something he would never tell her, let alone let her print. Not if he had something to say about it. But he was careful to keep his anger in check. With seventy-degree weather in October, there were more people than usual on the sidewalks of downtown Bangor and the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself. Negative attention especially.

“I still haven't agreed to an interview,” he said after taking a couple deep breaths. “But if it will get you to leave me alone, then I will answer questions for thirty minutes and thirty minutes only. Meet me at
The Hyde
. Eleven PM. Tonight. I'll have a limo pick you up at the Bangor Daily News office.”

She raised an eyebrow, her face so indignant it was almost cute. “A nightclub?” she asked. “I'm not one of your girls and I'm not conducting this interview at night in a club in the sketchy part of town.” That wasn't why she was objecting though, and Valov knew it. She was objecting because the interview would be in his territory, not hers. He would have the power, and if he were going to talk to the press at all, then he would need that power.

“Take it or leave it,” he said.

She glared at him. “I'll take it.”

Excerpt From The Russian’s Resistant Lover (Book 1 of the Tonov Triplets Series)