The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(164)

''But I thought you might think it was too early and be angry or worse want me to have an.......''

''Never,'' he interrupted. ''I want you to marry me.''

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Pavel sat in his car and looked across at the house he was about to visit. It was a mansion behind a high wall and wrought iron gates. There was a security guard sitting in a wooden hut just inside the gate. He drove up to the gate and waited for the guard to come out.

''My name is Pavel Belyakov, I have come to see Mr. Rasmussen. Please tell him I have come on behalf of Abram Volkov.''

The guard went away and didn't appear again. The gate swung open, and Pavel drove up to the house. It was a large house set in it's own grounds. A tall man opened the door.

''I'm Stephan Rasmussen, the guard told me you have come on behalf of Mr Volkov.''

''Yes sir. My name is Pavel Belyakov. Mr. Volkov asked me to come and have a word with you about the property deal.''

''I told Mr Volkov that his offer wasn't good enough, I was expecting him to improve it or tell me he no longer wanted to buy the property.''

''Mr. Rasmussen, do you think I could come in for a minute and explain to you Mr Volkov's position.''

Rasmussen motioned with his arm for Pavel to enter the house, and he did so. Inside it smelled of fresh bread, and it made Pavel's stomach rumble. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and it was now seven in the evening.

''Please sit down, Pavel,'' Rasmussen said when they had entered the sitting room. Pavel sat on the couch and Rasmussen on an armchair. The room was cozy, and Pavel noticed pictures of young children on the mantle above the fireplace. ''How can I help you,'' Rasmussen continued.

''I have come to break your legs and frighten your wife and children so much, they will convince you to do anything I ask,'' Pavel said.

Rasmussen jumped up. ''What? I'm calling the police.''

''Please sit down, Mr. Rasmussen. That was supposed to be the reason for my visit. I have decided on a change of strategy.''

Rasmussen sat back down and looked at Pavel. ''What the hell are you talking about?''

''There is a beautiful smell of bread here and from that, I deduce that your wife is at home.''

''Yes she is, but leave her out of this. I don't trust you.''

''Please bring her here. I promise I will not move from this sofa. I want to tell you both something.''

Rasmussen got up, walked to the door and called for his wife. After a minute, a beautiful woman appeared. She had dark hair, round eyes and a kind face. ''Stefan, what is it? I'm right in the middle of....'' She stopped in mid sentence when she saw their guest. ''Hello. Sorry, I didn't see you sitting there,'' she said as she walked to Pavel and shook his hand.

''Sit down my love, Mr. Beljakov has come to tell us something, although I have no idea what.''

Pavel waited until she was sitting. ''As I explained to your husband, the original reason for my visit this evening was to physically hurt your husband, and frighten you and your children.'' Mrs. Rasmussen put her hand to her mouth and looked at her husband.

''It's okay, I think he means well, although I wish he would get to the point.''

''The point is: in the past, I worked for Mr. Abram Volkov in the real estate business. I was his henchman.'' Mrs. Rasmussen gasped and moved closer to Stefan. ''Mr. Abram does not do business fairly. He frightens people into selling their properties to him a lower prices than the market value. In the past, it was me who frightened the people on his behalf. Now I have my own business, and I do not use scare tactics.'' He looked at the Rasmussen's and noted how intently they were listening to him. ''I am very ashamed of myself for some of the things I have done, but today it all stops. I promised Mr. Volkov I would do one more job for him, and that was to frighten you two. I understand you were in negotiations with him for the sale of an apartment block in Manhattan?''

''Yes. My wife's mother has recently died and left us Norfolk Towers. It's got one hundred and twenty apartments. I am an industrialist, I run factories, and my wife is a dentist.'' He looked lovingly at his wife, before continuing. ''We have no understanding of real estate, and we decided to sell the building. Mr. Volkov contacted our agent, and we had a meeting, during which we both took a dislike to him and his offer.''

Pavel nodded, I understand. ''As I have explained I was sent here to persuade you to sell to him. Mr. Volkov is a very dangerous man and a very bad man. I believe he will send someone else to persuade you, once he realizes what I have done. I would, therefore, advise you to go to the police and tell them he is threatening you. Please do so for you own sake.''

Mr. and Mrs. Rasmussen looked at each other dumbfounded. ''Thank you Mr. Beljakov. We will do so, and we will have Mr. Volkov spoken to. Fortunately, my wife's brother is well placed to deal with this matter on our behalf. He is district attorney.''

''Excellent. Then I will be off. I am sorry I have ruined your evening, but I wanted to warn you who you are dealing with.''

''Thank you,'' Mrs. Rasmussen said. ''Please wait here.'' She got up and left the room.