Russian Mafia Tsar [18+]

Chapter 1 - Mia

Author's Note: Firstly, thank you very much for reading my story! I came to me so easily and I enjoyed writing it very much. It's as if these characters had always lived in me. I really appreciate you taking the time to read it. Second, it's a slow burn but there are plenty of steamy scenes and action packed adventures. Lastly, please let me know what you think in the comments and please vote! I always really appreciate your thoughts and feedback. Enjoy the journey! ❤️

"Hello Mia"

An unsolicited text arrived first thing in the morning. Mia tore her eyes open and looked at the number. It had a +7 in front of it, not any number she knew or recognized.

Mia guarded her cell phone number like a prized possession and only shared it with very close friends and family. It was bizarre to receive a text like this and it was clearly meant for her, but she decided it was best to ignore it.

Mia was 28, young enough to have fun and be a tad naive but old enough to know better. She was a gorgeous and tall girl with wavy almost blonde hair, big hazel eyes, long legs, and a Hollywood smile - she had it all. All, except her outer beauty and male attention did not bring her satisfaction.

She wanted more in life. A purpose, a life lived that she would not regret when old. She wanted passion - in love and in life.

She was a career woman, working as a real estate broker in New York City, her clients varied from single moms making it on one income to multi-million dollar sugar daddies buying another condo for another sweetheart. She enjoyed working with her clientele - it could be a fun job after all.

Walking into the office at 10am, coffee in hand, Mia always smiled at the young and energetic receptionist named Rosie and chatted with her for a minute. Rosie started her updates right away,

"Mr. Knight called again to check in when his deal is closing and if everything is fine with the buyers. I told him it's best you call him, again, and tell him. Also, Mark wants to see you in his office at 11:30 for a broker's meeting. Lastly..." and Rosie paused and searched for her notes.

Mia was getting impatient. She had a ton of work to catch up on and she already knew everything Rosie told her. Mia was on top of her work, she didn't need anyone reminding her of her responsibilities.

She waited for Rosie to find her piece of paper while unease stirred in her body thinking about Mark who was the company owner and who she never liked. He only had dollar signs in his eyes and he also always hit on her.

"...Alexei or Alexander " Rosie finished bringing Mia back to reality.

"Who?" She asked without even understanding what was said to her.

"I said, you have a message from a new client. He said he is looking for you, he's not here yet, he is coming in three weeks, I think, and needs to speak with you as soon as possible. He said someone gave him your name and number. He had a Russian accent, I think...and his name is Alexei, or Alexander. To be honest, I think he said Alexei but I was too nervous writing it down." She ended uncertainly.

That was a strange message. Who could have possibly referred her to a Russian man Alexei, or was it Alexander? Mia asked for the details, said a curt thanks and walked to her office. Her coffee now lukewarm, she set it on her table, opened her blinds and her laptop and laid out her planner to scan it before going to the kitchen to make a new cup of coffee.

For her 28 years, she had achieved a lot. Her office was bright with glass walls, a stately mahogany desk sat facing the neatly arranged sitting area where she met with clients. Modern art adorned her office, she purchased a few pieces at Sotheby's last year and she decorated her large white wall with gifts from clients and her favourite artwork.