My mother and I are in trouble. My father has stolen from the Italian mafia he worked for and left us.
Words got out that that they planned to kill us in order to teach him a lesson. What kind of lesson would that exactly be? He stole and left us. Doesn't that show how little he cared about us?
Luckily, My mother somehow became friends with a Russian mobster and he offered to protect us. Now, my mother and I are packing essentials in order to go with Boris to his house.
He was admiring my mother's every movement. I have never seen my father look at her this way. It makes me happy despite our plight.
My mother has short black hair and piercing green eyes. She is gorgeous despite her age. I am a younger copy of my mother except that I keep my hair long, and I would never commit to one man so he can break my life and my heart in the process.
After we packed Boris took my mother's hand in his and looked at me in a subtle demand to follow.
Inside the dark car Boris said.
"We need to make a quick stop by my boss first, then I will take you to your new home. I hope my new ladies will like it."
I smile back at him clearly understanding the gravity of what he is about to do. He is going to anger the Italian mob by protecting us. That is why he needs the approval of his boss.
If the latter refuses we will be as good as dead.
Boris was a bit older than my mother's forty years, but like her he is still fit and strong. He had a hint of a belly eclipsed by strong-looking arms and a tall frame.
He was totally my type; tall, fair and handsome. Having mingled with Italians for all of my twenty years I got fed up with dark hair, even my own. Maybe my father's dark and handsome appearance helped greatly in shaping my taste in men . Now my type is blond hair and blue eyes.
After a while we stopped in front of a gated property. The driver punched in some code and the gate opened. It took us a good four-minute ride to arrive to the castle.
Yes I was actually keeping count, and yes the building in front of us is so vast that it only could be qualified as a castle. Boris opened the door and motioned for my mother and I to come down and enter the house.
This place is fabulous. The floor to ceiling windows the carpets the furniture all screamed money. I was so engrossed in taking in the beauty of the place that I barely noticed the guards in front of a strong-looking door.
They talked with Boris in Russian, then in turn he talked to us.
"You will be taken to anther room, someone should come and bring you if need be. Ok?"
"Where are you going Boris?" My mother asked anxiously.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I will be in this office talking to my boss."
The room they led us to was even more luxurious. A big flat T.V, opulent sofas and lush carpets. I can appreciate all this since I intend to major in interior designing, if I stay alive that is.
I tried to take my mother's mind away ftom our problems by pointing to things and guessing their values. We had a good laugh about it, since the stuff in this room alone could cover the money my father stole.
In one of those moments of laughter the door opened and a divine specimen of a man walked in. He was tall with a very broad chest and a tattooed neck. Probably his entire body was tatooed, I just couldn't see it because of the full suit he was wearing.
He had gorgeous blue eyes. My new favourite shade of blue as I decided right then. He shaved his head bold but I can see that he has blond hair from his eyebrows.
He probably shaves his head to look meaner; as a guard, he shouldn't look gorgeous he should look scary. He certainly achieves the desired effect because he looks as mean as a dog to an enemy eye.
But to a horney repressed virgin's eye , such as myself, he looks just yummy.
I must have been staring because my mother just jabbed my side like in the very rare moments when I really like a guy. When that happens it is usually a sad occurrence.
The men turn out to be taken, gay or scared of my background.
Before looking at my mom, I gave the man -that best portrays my wet dreams as of yet- a sassy wink.
When I turn to my mother I am surprised at her expression. She was worried and tense. To comfort her I said.
"Don't worry so much mom, this beautiful gentleman is going to escort us back to the almighty boss's office and he will most probably help us. If not for us it will be for your dearie Boris."
My mother turns even paler and now I really need to make her relax for her diabetes not to spike.
"Come on mom please don't be this upset it is not good for your diabetes." again I try to lighten the mood assuming this bodyguard speaks little English.
"I will even sleep with this hot bodyguard," and I tilt my head in his direction "and even let him knock me up. Then the boss will have to protect us. We will be family then."
I laugh first to encourage her to follow suit. Instead she looks at me wide-eyed as if I have just killed a cat or something.
"Ok, keep on being worried I shouldn't have tried to lighten things up, I should be already kissing him. At least I would have gotten something out of this mess."
Pretending to be getting out of my chair to do just that, I finally get a reaction from her.
She grabs my arm and says.
"Please forgive my daughter Mr. Patroviskov, She really doesn't mean all this. She doesn't even know you."
I slowly sit back on my chair as I feel my face turning redder than the reddest shade.
Although my face is burning, my body got cold as I felt goosebumps covering all of it. I even hope my hair can stand on ends to show the Russian mob boss how sorry I am.
My throat is so dry that I fear if i swallow I would choke. I just sit head down grateful that my hair is long and loose so that it is covering my shameful face.
After a moment of silence I hear the sexiest voice ever.
"It is ok Mrs. Morina, no harm was done. Actually your daughter has just made it clear to me how desperate for help you both are. I was a bit reluctant to involve us in this mess. But after hearing how much you and your daughter are willing to become family, I have decided to help you."
I slowly raise my head terribly afraid of what I might see in his eyes. Luckily, he wasn't looking at me but at my mother.
Dear God he is sexy. I chastise myself. I need to stop this. He is not some random bodyguard he is the head of the Russian mob. Luckily, he would never look at me let alone consider me as a bedmate.
"I came here to meet you in order to decide whether to help or not. Eventhough I can see that your daughter might be reckless and almost jeopardized your case, I can also see why Boris is adamant about helping you madam."
"That is nice of you. He is a great man." my mother says
"I can only agree. Now let's just get to it.
You and your daughter will be under my protection. We will talk to the Italians and see what kind of deal we could make with them. Until then, it is safest for you to stay here. "
"But what about Boris's house."
God this is my chance to redeem myself.
"What my mother means, is thank you very much Mr. Patroviskov"
He still doesn't look at me and says to my mother.
"You and Boris will be provided a common accommodation if he wants which I suspect he does."
I attempt to be the silly old me which I don't know whether it will endear me to him or repulse him further, but still I let it loose.
"This chair will do for me. It is quite comfortable. You really don't need to worry about me!"
I give him one of my lovely smiles. Still nada. He doesn't even look in my direction let alone smile.
"You will be provided with more than a chair miss..."
"Morina just like my mother." Again I say in jest.
At that, he looks at me and raises one blond eyebrow.
My mother jabs me again and I laugh saying.
"The name is Hope, very nice to meet you ...?"
He ignores my try at knowing his name in a clear attempt to stay on last-name basis when it comes to him. Ok, Mr. Patroviskov.
"Your bags will be delivered to your respective rooms and Boris will come show you to them." Just like that he left.
I turn to my mom and dramatically say .
"Wow, isn't he gorgeous! He can show me to his room anytime he wants."
My mother gives me a small smile and says.
"I know that you don't mean any of this, but he doesn't know my dear. He might get offended or worst take you up on it. So please reign it in and be good."
"I am actually not kidding, I really think he is sexy. If he wants to ... You know, I wouldn't mind at all."
After a few minutes of my mother and I bickering in jest, Boris came back with a huge smile on his face and hugged mom tightly.
"I will stay with you here, if you want me to, that is."
"Of course honey. I need you by my side."