Her Russian Billionaires #2 SACHABy: Susan Westwood
He skipped into his school. She sighed for a moment. Must be what a mother felt for her child. Kendra then turned and raced to the courthouse. She arrived a little hot, but not sweaty.
Her phone rang before she could go inside. It was Tembi. Not good.
“Hey, did you leave food for your Mom? She’s hungry.”
Her mother hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning. “Can you make her eggs?”
“Yes, I can. Okay if I make myself some?”
She’d have to pick up more because everyone ate them in the house. Hopefully she’d remember by the time her day ended. She reached the court with seconds to spare. She didn’t even sit down when the Bailiff told everyone to rise. The judge entered the courtroom with a stack of papers. The woman didn’t look happy, but Kendra crossed her fingers behind her hoping all would go well.
Sacha Kozlov stood beside his brother, Viktor. Both had hard hats on, waiting for the wrecking ball operator to start his piece of machinery.
Viktor turned to Sacha. “You ready?”
Sacha was. He was out on his own and going to open his own nightclub. Not anything that competed with his brother’s in another part of Manhattan. Viktor’s was a private club. Sacha’s ideas were bigger than that. He wanted to make the hottest club in the city. The only thing standing in his way was this building that had to be knocked down.
The crane operator started his machinery. Sacha’s heart sped up. He couldn’t have been more excited. Despite being a lawyer, he was looking forward to owning his own business. He’d been Viktor’s lawyer for years, but had chosen to go out on his own. He’d saved his money. A few class action suits had helped and now his net worth rivaled his brother’s. Viktor had made it clear how proud he was of his younger brother. Sacha had made enough that he could be sitting at home. He’d always been more ambitious than that.
The wrecking ball would topple this building. The one Sacha had planned would be bigger and have a penthouse for him. He already resided in one, but he wanted to be closer to work. Besides, he’d own the whole building this time. Presently he only owned the top floor of where he lived.
“This is so exciting, Sacha,” Alia Kozlov said.
His new sister-in-law also wore a hard hat. Her smiled creased her face. She glowed with the early stages of pregnancy. Her flat stomach hadn’t begun to show yet, but he’d been assured that he would be an uncle in six months. And he’d bet his big, bad older brother would dote on that child. They’d built a house in the suburbs, choosing not to raise kids in Manhattan. He understood that even though he and Viktor had been raised in the city. Kids should have room to run.
Not that he was close to having them. No woman had caught his eye and with the amount of work this nightclub, Zap, would be to get up and running, he doubted he’d find someone now. Marriage and kids would have to wait. Besides, he already had a kid. He just didn’t know where the little one was. That was something else on his list for the year. Find his son.
“Wait, stop!” someone yelled above the sound of the crane.
Sacha spun around to see a stacked, black woman rushing toward him. She wore a suit and a fiery look. Wow. Those were some luscious lips, but why was she yelling?
She finally reached him, her hair a little mussed. “Stop.”
“No, we’re on schedule,” Sacha said.
He signaled to the crane operator to continue.
“No, you aren’t,” she said.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Kendra Elliott. I’m an attorney for Preservation One. I have an injunction to stop demolition of this building.”
Sacha blinked. It was a decrepit building. Who cared if it was historical? He wanted to replace it with something safe; something that would create some jobs.
She handed him a piece of paper. He read it through, admiring how thorough she’d been in her wording. She was a good lawyer and he didn’t see any way around it.
“Damn,” Sacha said.
Her smile was triumphant. This woman and her injunction stood between him and his dream. Why did he find her sexy? Maybe it was her unwavering gaze. She hadn’t taken her eyes of off him. She must feel very right in her position.
“Is there a problem?” Viktor said.
He’d hand his brother the piece of paper, but it wouldn’t mean anything. His brother wasn’t a lawyer. “She has an injunction to stop the demolition until it’s proven beyond a doubt that this building isn’t historical.”
“What?” Viktor said. “Can’t you do something? You’re a lawyer.”
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