Kon ~ Meet us at the club.
Enzo ~ Will do.
“The fucker Ivan is dead. We need to get Anastasia back home,” Prince Dionisie says, his hands through his hair. That’s a sure sign that he’s fucking stressing out. Dionisie is loyal, impatient, intense, loves to fuck around.
“Indeed,” Prince Vladimir says, crossing his arms, bouncing back onto his black leather boot heels.
Vladimir is so damn uptight, serious, astute, and fucking arrogant brother.
“Enzo is at the club,” I say, looking at the text on my cell phone screen.
I look at my brothers, they’re so fucking stressed out, and I’m just as bad.
I’m usually patient, loyal, cool, logical, and calm, but tonight, I’m ready to tear the walls down.
“Okay, let’s go,” Vladimir says, nodding.
We walk to the huge black wooden doors of the Twilight Nights Club. The supernatural beings party place.
We stop at the door; the two big Dragons, Dakari and Iker, are the club's managers. They greet us, lifting their chins.
“Hey Kozlov’s, it’s been a while,” Kakari growls in a deep tone, his grey eyes glittering.
“Later,” Vladimir says, staring into the club.
“Hey, it’s good to see you,” Ikar says, crossing his arms over his beefy chest.
“Dude, good to see you,” Dionisie says, lifting his chin.
Ikar and Dionisie are great friends; they went out to party all the fucking time before Dionisie joined the MC.
“Yeah, Dude, call me,” Ikar says, smirking.
“Will do,” Dionisie says, walking into the club.
“Hey, Dudes,” I say, nodding as I walk into the club.
The club is packed, a swirl of activity throughout as the beings party all night. The bar has black granite countertop and a mirror on the back wall and around the front of the bar counter. The purple lights flash and the private booths are upholstered in tufted dark purple velvet.
It’s nice, a different décor from the last time I was here. I look at the cute human baristas walking around the room dressed in black shorts with a white off-the-shoulder shimmering top.
Fuck!
I need to come more often.
We walk across the room to the corner, sliding into a booth, nodding at Black Knight Enzo.
He’s a tall, burly blonde Vampire with clear blue piercing eyes. He’s loyal, ruthless, but honest and reasonable when on a mission for the Tsar.
“Enzo, it’s great to see you,” I say, fist-bumping with Enzo.
“Hi Enzo,” Vladimir says, fist-bumping with him.
“Enzo,” Dionisie says, nodding, sliding into the booth, resting his arms on the table.
“Hello, your Royal Kozlov’s, most humble and obedient servant,” Enzo says, bowing his head.
“All good, give us the DETS,” I say, leaning back into the booth.
