Used by the Russian Mafia Boss: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance by Bella Rose Page A

her and felt an overwhelming sense of contentment steal over him.
    “Dimitri.”
    The low voice was coming from the doorway and it belonged to Anatoli. Dimitri struggled to sit up without disturbing Toni’s peaceful slumber. He extracted himself from her warm, naked body. It was in his mind to deck Anatoli, shove him back out into the hallway, and then just get back in bed. Unfortunately his brother was not the type of problem to simply work itself out.
    Dimitri stepped into the hallway and glared at Anatoli. “This had better be important.”
    “You might want to get dressed.” Anatoli raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you want our guest to see you naked.”
    “Guest?”
    “Yes.” Now Anatoli was looking rather smug. That was enough to let Dimitri know that whatever was going on was probably going to be classified as a disaster.
    “Did you and Ivan stick with the plan this evening?” Dimitri didn’t even bother to hide the suspicion in his voice.
    “Yes. We tailed Rustikov to a club and then made sure he didn’t go home with a woman.”
    “Okay. Then I can’t imagine what you would need my assistance with.” Dimitri turned to go back into his bedroom.
    Anatoli grabbed his arm. “Just get some damn clothes on. Do what I ask for once. All right?”
    The fervent tone filled Dimitri with foreboding. He slipped back into his bedroom and fumbled about in the dark for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. His boots were where he’d left them on the floor. He scooped them up and went back out into the hallway.
    “Who’s in there with you?” Anatoli asked with interest. He attempted to peer around Dimitri’s shoulders to have a look inside the room. “Did you go out last night and pick up a nice piece of ass? You know it’s way past time to kick her out of your bed. You want me to take care of it?”
    “This is not up for discussion, and no. I don’t need your help.” Dimitri shoved his feet into his boots and started walking. Halfway down the hall he had to turn around and give his younger brother a pointed glance. “You said it was important. Are you coming or not?”
    “Right. Let’s go. Ivan is waiting in the basement.” Anatoli closed the distance between them in a few strides and led the way.
     
    TONI WAS GROGGY, but not so out of it that she couldn’t hear Anatoli’s assertion that whatever was happening was going on in the basement. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the mattress. She was pleasantly sore and tingly. Really she just wanted to go back to bed, but this was a chance to get into the basement and see what the Alkaevs were hiding. Not only that, but whatever would get Dimitri out of bed at three in the morning was probably worth checking into.
    She pulled on her clothes, yawning as she did. Then she headed off down the hallway. The house was still and silent. The only light was in the hallway. The kitchen was dark, and the back door was unlocked. She slipped outside. Carefully closing the door behind her, she made certain it gave a little click before she headed down the stairs. The first flight of steps put her on the ground level beneath the portico. Next she turned and headed beneath the brick and stone staircase. These subterranean stairs led to a set of double doors.
    Toni held her breath as she reached for the handle. They had been locked every other time she’d tried to get in here. Now though, she turned the knob and gently tugged the doors open. They gave a squeak but there was nobody around to hear it. Slipping into the dimly lit, low ceilinged hallway, she eased the doors shut behind her.
    She was inside what she had privately started to think of as the Alkaevs’ inner sanctum. She passed an open door on the right and saw a desk, chairs, and bookshelves, all covered in a bit of clutter. Obviously this was where Dimitri had his office. It was really quite brilliant. It left the main portion of the house