AGGRESSIVE RUSSIAN
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 94
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Aggressive Russian
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker
Book 93: Italian Mountain Man
Book 94: Aggressive Russian
AGGRESSIVE RUSSIAN
Her dad asks me to watch her…from a distance.
She doesn’t even know I exist, until I can’t stay away any longer.
I should tell her the truth about what’s really going on, hidden in plain sight.
Her future is bright, and she deserves to know everything, including the darkness in my life...and hers.
But all she really needs to know is that she will be mine, no matter who, or what, tries to get in my way.
*Aggressive Russian is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Julie
I step out of the Master Theater and onto Brighton Beach Avenue in Brooklyn.
Being new to New York I wanted to take in my first theater performance, and Off-Broadway seemed like a much kinder option for my perpetual three-figure checking account.
And the prices were kinder, but the language was not.
The entire performance was in Russian, a harsh, lacerating language even for a story like Romeo and Juliet.
I would have gotten up and walked out if it wasn’t for the fact this was my only entertainment option for the month, and that I knew the story well enough to at least follow along, despite not knowing what was being said.
I chalk it up as a loss and realize there’s no point in crying over spilled milk. Thinking about it will only cause me to lose time and at this hour I need to catch the B1 bus at Brighton Beach Avenue and Brighton 12th Street and get back to the hipster enclave that is Williamsburg, or Billyburg to the people around my age of twenty-two.
Moving quickly I arrive at the bus stop which is literally less than one hundred feet down the street from the theater. It should
be a perfect escape route back home but instead there’s an out of order sign with directions to turn around and backtrack a couple blocks to Brighton Beach Avenue and Coney Island Avenue.
I pull out my phone and hit the Google Maps app to check the subway schedule there.
Another wait, but not too bad.
“Where you going?” a booming baritone voice calls out, startling me and my whole body tenses, snapping back a bit and I almost trip over my own two feet.
My eyes dart from my phone to the man in the driver’s seat of the taxi in front of me.
His deep set eyes, dark hair, and black leather jacket have me wondering if this guy belongs driving a taxi or as an extra in the movie Taken, which is the last thing I want to be thinking about right now.
“It is not safe here now for womans.”
Womans?
Okay, so English isn’t his first language, and normally that wouldn’t be a big deal. New York is so incredible in large part because of all the cultures you can find here. I know cab drivers are often foreigners, again nothing to worry about, but something about the way this guy is leaning back in his seat, yet giving the steering wheel a white knuckle grip while his expression is as empty and cold as a Siberian winter, tells me that something is off.
“I’m just calling my boyfriend to pick me up,” I lie. “He’s almost here. His MMA fighting practice just ran long tonight. Thanks.”
“He is Russian?”
“No. I mean what does that matter? I’m fine. Thank you,” I say, plastering my chin to my chest as I look back at my phone, but keep my peripheral vision on this guy.
There’s something about him that’s scary, yet thrilling at the same time. It’s the complete opposite of what I feel on a daily basis in Williamsburg. Has a woman ever gotten wet over a guy in “lightweight pink Turkish denim,” as I overheard one guy at the coffee shop this morning describing his pants to the awe of his jealous friends.
Uh…no thanks.
Finding a real man amongst guys my age is so impossible I’ve forgotten what one even looks like…until now.
This guy has woken up the woman inside me from a slumber that was so deep I didn’t even know how bad my femininity’s permanent hibernation had become.
I feel my nipples pebble underneath my clothes, including my thick jacket, and know it has nothing to do with the cool breeze coming off the Atlantic just a couple blocks away straight in front of me, and everything to do with him.
“Tell him to turn around. I am telling you. It is not safe for you here now.”
I don’t look up, just tapping my phone pretending like I’m doing something but in reality my mind isn’t even on my phone…it’s focused on that deep, smoky voice of his and how I can’t control the tingle that runs up my spine each time he opens his mouth.
I hear the car door open and I take a step back on the sidewalk.
The man steps out and stands up, his body seemingly straightening forever.
Oh my god, how tall and big is this guy? I’m terrible with numbers but he must be, what…six five? Maybe six six?
And those shoulders. Good lord. Where he found a leather jacket like that that tapers from those shoulders to his trim waist is beyond me. He must have had it made…maybe in whatever country he came from.
“Get in, before there is problem,” he says, opening the back door.
Problem? And how about an article in front of your nouns, buddy?
I step back again and suddenly feel a huge object bump into me from the side, knocking me completely off balance.
“Sorry,” the voice says softly, but deeply as the man who bumped me steadies me so I don’t fall.
He doesn’t make eye contact, just keeps on walking.
“You should have got in cab as I asked,” the man in front of me says, my eyes raising to meet his.
What in the world is he talking about? I should get in the cab so some equally giant guy didn’t bump me? Some guy with more manners than this brute?
“Your watch,” he says calmly.
My mind jerks to my naked feeling wrist and I realize my watch is missing. It’s my mother’s watch, the one she gave me the day before she passed away…the one I guard with my life.
“Hey!” I yell at the man and start taking off down the street.
Suddenly I feel the taxi driver’s hand on my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks.
“Get in cab as I said, and lock door.”
He muscles a keychain with three keys into my hand and calmly walks down the street after the man.
I look at the keys in my hand, realizing they are indeed car keys. There’s a Mercedes logo on the key and I hurriedly walk around to the back of the car where I see the same Mercedes logo and also /////AMG C43.
But I’m still not getting in the car. I’ve yelled at the TV during enough scary movies when the too stupid to live girl, or guy, does something that causes me to immediately give up on the film and stop watching.
But I can’t stop watching him.
He takes long strides down the sidewalk, practically gliding. His motion is so effortless, so fluid, as he closes the distance on the man who bumped me.
His hand shoots into his jacket pocket and he removes something black, quickly covering his head. Is that a balaclava?
Ten feet from the man. My body is covered in goosebumps.
Five feet from the man. My heartbeat is racing so hard I can feel it pumping in the side of my neck.
He whistles and the man slowly turns around.
Too late.
The cab driver’s hands come up, grabbing the man’s skull, one hand on each side.
The cab driver’s hips cock back and he unleashes them forward like a corkscrew, the energy transferring from his midsection through his hands as he snaps the man’s neck.
My hands pull back in fear and I fall straight on my ass, trembling.
The other man’s body immediately goes limp and the driver quickly drops down into a Slav squat, his hands releasing from the man as he catches my falling watch out of the air just before it hits the ground.
He pivots on his heel, leaving the other large man in a pile of his former self, disregarding him like a bag of trash just feet from the front of the theater entrance.
The last of the theater attendees are still filing out and I see one older lady look at the body and scream bloody murder as the driver walks swiftly towards me, his shoulders swaying in a way that I swear I’ve seen before from only one other person in my life…Vladimir Putin.
I scramble backwards on the sidewalk, trying to get away from him, but he’s too fast, grabbing me by the arm and jerking me to my feet as his thumb applies pressure to my wrist just enough for me to lose my grip on the keys, which are now suddenly in his hand.
His other hand scoops me up underneath my hamstrings with his fist, which is still closed around my watch I think, and he stuffs me into the back of the car like cargo, slamming the door shut.
I reach for the door, hearing the locks engage, as he steps inside the driver’s side door, which he never shut since he first stepped out.
The car revs to life and we take off from the curb with lightning-quick acceleration as he shifts through the gears, steering the car with the precision of someone who not only drives for a living, but someone who’s had professional experience with this kind of maneuvering.
Once he gets up to speed his right hand comes off the stick shift and twists, coming into the back seat area.
I pull back, my back pressing against the bench seat as I try to get as far away from him as possible.
Slowly the fingers on the hand open and there sits my watch in his palm.
I reach for it, still keeping my body as far away from him as possible. Once I get close enough I grab at it like a starving wolf lurching out for a piece of meat, pulling my hand back quickly.
His hand slides forward again and onto the stick shift before lifting it and removing the balaclava, stuffing it in his pocket.
“My boyfriend. He’s going to call the police,” I say.
“Police do not come to Brighton Beach…at least not the kind you think.”
“My boyfriend. He’ll track my phone. He’ll know you have me. He’s following us right now.”
“There is reason you live in New York and not Los Angeles. You are terrible actress.”
I sink down into my seat knowing there’s no point in even trying to pretend. He’s right. You can see right through my charade from a mile away.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, thinking of how I can dial 911 without him knowing.
“Home.”
CHAPTER 2
Julie
“Are you okay?” my roommate, Anna, asks.
I quickly move past her and into my room where I plop down onto the floor.
“Jules…everything okay in there?”
“Yeah, fine. Just need a minute.”