Chapter Thirty-Two
Rodion
Klub Chernyy
Staring up at the sign now emblazoned on the front of the building that was once Club Vibe sends a pulse of excitement zapping through me like lightning. We will reopen this weekend, and everything is nearly ready with the second level. After calling in a couple of favors back home, we’ve secured our first couple of fights, all above board and legalfor now.
Once we’re settled in and better understand the local scene and community, we can confidently transform Klub Chernyy Arkansas into the dark haven it aims to be, mirroring the thrill and exclusivity of its sister club back in Moscow. This is more than a reopening. Now that we have our girl back, it’s the beginning of a new chapter.
“It looks amazing, Ro.” Alyona slips her fingers into mine and I lace them bringing our joined hands to my lips.
“Youlook amazing,” I growl, wrapping my other arm around her and grabbing a handful of her ass encased in a pair of leather shorts. “Where’s Z?”
I ask her because there’s a noticeable tension between us right now, and he's avoiding talking to me. I dislike it immensely. Him looking into the past will only bring pain and trouble. We finally have Alyona back with us, so we don’t need that shit. I don’t want anything to spoil this. Only I’m on that page, though, because Alyona agrees that he should find out about the Chesters and if what happened to them could potentially have any consequences for Z or Roza.
Little does she know the can of worms that will open.
Sliding her arms around my neck, she sighs against my lips. “He’s inside and insists Roza is fine there while he works in the office. He’s going over a nanny list again.”
“Shewillbe fine. You worry too much. You're strung tighter than a bow. I’ll loosen you up when we get back home later.”
She’s been on edge since Abram came to the house and said taking out Yuri will prove difficult. We didn’t think it would be a walk in the damn park, but the slippery fuck has worked his way all the way to the top of the food chain over the last few decades, and no one is brave enough to remove him.
We will end him though.
Even if it causes us to go to war with Vlad.
It’s not ideal, but a last resort. Our father is planning a visit here and we will discuss our options and plan of action then.
“Come inside for a few minutes,” I tell her. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“It’s not another girlfriend, is it?” she teases after seeing Nikita here at the club yesterday. And I smack her ass for being a little brat. She was very satisfied with the knowledgethat we plan to move Nikita’s expertise to The Vault for Viktor’s expansion.
“Ouch,” she squeals when I slap her ass again, harder, and she begins running ahead of me.
Opening the doors to the club, pride fills my chest. It looks incredible inside.
We’ve transformed the lobby, now featuring a sleek second entryway that leads down to the expansive second level. The atmosphere is vibrant, enhanced by special lighting encased in the walls throughout the space. One of the standout additions is our state-of-the-art scanning system. When you step through it, it feels like you’re walking through a futuristic corridor of illuminated screens. However, its true function is to scan for weapons, drugs, and any other contraband individuals might attempt to smuggle into the club.
Our security team refers to these devices as millimeter wave scanners, similar to those used in airports. I call them necessary.
Wecontrol the bloodshed here and any drugs that flow in and out. No one else.
Chasing Alyona through the club, I catch her, she screams, and then bursts into a fit of giggles as I spin her. My lips crash to hers and I lift her ass until she’s sitting on the bar surface. I nestle myself between her thighs and grasp the base of her throat. “I’ll always catch you,ptichka.”Little bird.
Footfalls sound all around from people working downstairs and I begrudgingly pull away from Alyona’s warmth, enjoying the keening sound she makes in the back of her throat.
“We don’t want you locked away—well, we do—but we know you won’t like being hidden away all the time. Now that we’ve neutralized the immediate threat, you can go about your normal routines.”
She rolls her eyes. “Thanks, Dad.”
“That’s Daddy to you,” I say with a filthy grin.
The blush that creeps up her neck makes my dick twitch. I reach around her, clasp the box I had stashed behind there, and hold it in my palm out to her.
Wide eyes expand, and I realize what it must look like. “It’s not a ring,” I blurt out. “Well, it is, but not the kind you might be thinking.” I wince and open it.
“Oh,” she says, faking enthusiasm. “It’s big.”
