The Russian's Secret Child (The Fedosov Family Series) Read Free Page B

she just needed to keep the tutoring job until she had enough money saved to purchase visas for her and her son, and then enough additional money to purchase their plane ticket home.
    She would still need to keep her other job of translating American newspapers for one of the local Bratva bosses, but that was only enough to pay the rent and purchase meager food stuffs for her and her son.  She needed to dazzle Julia and Desi so that they would keep her around until she had enough money saved to leave. Please, let them want to keep me around!

Chapter 4
     
    Jasmine put her sleeping son down on the bed and stacked the pillows behind him so that he couldn’t roll off the bed. She stretched her arms, feeling the tension in her shoulders and wishing she dared to go out for a run.
    Living in Ligovo, that wasn’t an option. So she did the next best thing, she turned on some music and started going through an exercise routine that would have done the U.S. Marines proud, or one Russian Army Special Forces soldier. Where did that thought come from?
    She pushed her muscles for over an hour, wiping the sweat from her brow as she finished the last set of lunges. Her muscles were burning, but her mind was clearer. Heading for the shower, she quickly washed off, making sure to not drink any of the water.
    The water in St. Petersburg was so bad that not even the locals drank it. Everyone drank bottled water, which thankfully, Dasha was able to obtain through the hospital for free.  She wouldn’t have survived without Dasha. She had delivered Mikhail so that Jasmine hadn’t had to worry about answering a bunch of questions at the hospital. She had obtained his vaccines, and when he had come down with an ear infection several weeks back, she had diagnosed it. Bringing home   antibiotics and pain drops for him. She was Jasmine’s very own angel and she only hoped that one day she would be able to repay her for all of her kindness.
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    Misha was disappointed when the women returned from the unauthorized walk and Jasmine wasn’t with them. He didn’t press for her whereabouts, instead he called Sergei and was informed she had gone straight back to her apartment.
    He read through the report about the other occupant of the apartment building, not liking the fact that the building was owned by the most notorious Bratva boss in the city. Jasmine, what are you into girl?
    Julia and Desi raved about how nice Jasmine was, and how helpful she had been. Misha listened; glad that she was getting along with the women. He wanted her to stick around long enough for him to get some answers.
    “I wish I had her figure,” Desi said. “She’s got those long legs, and that hair. I wonder if she colors it, or if it’s naturally that blonde.”
    Misha was only half-listening, so he answered without a second thought, “It’s entirely natural. Everywhere.”
    When it grew completely silent, he looked up to see both women and his cousins staring at him openly. “What?!”
    “You know Jasmine?” Julia demanded.
    He looked to Dmitry for help, who just shrugged before saying, “I believe we would all like an answer to that question. You seem to have carnal knowledge of the woman. When did you meet her?”
    Misha sighed, “I met her at the university eighteen months ago. She was completing her doctoral studies in Russian literature while I was here on a training mission. And both you and Alexey have met her at least once before so don’t play the innocent bystander.”
    “How long?” Alexey asked.
    “Three weeks.”
    “And two days,” Sergei added, entering the conference room where everyone was just finishing up lunch.
    Misha glared at him before adding, “Could you be any more helpful?”
    “As a matter of fact, I could.  Jasmine lives on the third floor along with her