“Thanks, brother. Well, I’m out for the rest of the day and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have fun, Lev.”
He turns and winks at me. “Always, brother.”
When he’s gone, I sit back in my chair and my mind of course drifts to my gorgeous Seb with the perfect peach. I cannot wait to take that ass properly, but I have plans for that. Big plans.
I wonder if he has packed his stuff and will bring it tonight? I hope he doesn't change his mind and run. I might get one of the boys to watch him, just keep an eye on my man, for safety of course.
Fuck this. I’m getting nothing done and have a few hours yet until I have to leave. Now is as good a time as any to work out this stress and hit my gym. Decision made, I get up and head to my room to change.
After my workout and getting ready for my meeting, I head out with Simon and Jules and a couple of extra guards that will stay in the background.This is a standard meeting, but you can never be too careful and never leave yourself vulnerable.
We get into the car and drive over to Desire. We go in through the rear of the club and make our way into the main area. It's quite slow at the moment, but it’s still early. We head toward the private table that’s permanently reserved for me and my brother. Unlike Starlight, we don't have booth tables here, but the tables we have are all on tiered levels. The table for us is at the back wall on the highest level so we can oversee the entire club and the girls performing on stage.
Just as we sit, Carlos Silva makes his way towards us. Carlos is hopefully gonna be our new supplier. He is a tall and slender guy who carries himself with the grace of a cat, a cat with claws. We have dealt with him a few times before so this shouldn't require a lot of negotiating. He comes towards us with only one guard and reaches his ring-covered hand out to shake mine.
“Ah, lovely to see you again, Mr. Kozlov. I must say, I was very happy to get your call. Have been wanting to expand our dealings on the East Coast so this has come at a very good time for us.”
I assess him, and I don't detect any bullshit. Carlos is actually a very honest and direct guy, but I just want to get this over with so I can make my way over to see Seb. I'm starting to itch with not seeing him. I don’t like how it unsettles me.
“Of course. I’m sure we can make this quick and easy. I need a batch set up for next week at the latest. The shutdown of our last guy has held us up and I don't want our customers getting antsy.”
“So, are we talking a container?” I nod. “Since this delivery is short notice, I’ll require two million dollars up front and then five hundred thousand in costs to keep the dock workers quiet. Thereafter, we can commit to one point five million per container.”
I mull that over. That’s half a million less than I was paying before so this really is a done deal. I keep my face unreadable though and pretend to think it over.
“I tell you what, throw in a crate of those Cuban cigars I heard you have been importing as a gift and you have a deal.”
He smiles and puts his hand out. “Deal, Mr. Kozlov. I think this will be a good relationship, yes?”
“Very good. Now, how would you like to have a girl or two for a dance? Relax for the rest of the evening. Also, I’ll put all your drinks on our tab, a goodwill gesture.”
I look over to Bonnie who is standing off to the side—she runs the girls at the club—and I beckon her over. She walks toward us in her black high heels, short black leather skirt with matching bra. Her long brown hair curls around her shoulders. She is in her forties but could pass for her thirties, she looks fucking good.
“Bonnie, make sure these gentlemen get anything they choose from the bar and bring a few girls over for me.”
“Of course, sir.” And off she goes gathering up a handful of our dancers.
“Well, Mr. Silva, I shall leave you to have your fun. I have other matters to attend to. I shall be in touch.” At this point, he has two girls in his lap and a cheesy grin on his face. I take that as my cue to head out back to hunt down my pet. It’s been too long since my last taste.
“Jules, you stay behind to make sure there is no trouble. Simon, take me to Starlight, and message my brother to tell him everything went well. I don't want to interrupt his date.”
“Of course, Boss,” he responds, taking his phone out of his pocket.
Now I can sign off as boss and go on the prowl for my sexy-ass barman.
CHAPTER 13 - SEB
Whenallthatyouown can fit into a backpack, you realize how little you’ve achieved. If I drop dead tomorrow, this back is all that’s left of my existence and its fucking tragic. Where did I go wrong?
As I make my way to the bar on my bike, I get butterflies in my stomach. This whole situation with Dima is insane. I’m moving in with a guy whose morals are questionable. He is in the drug trade, which is a big enough red flag as it is, but he also has a crazy possessive side that both thrills and terrifies me.
It’s not like he’s giving me much of a choice. Prisoner in his holding pen or see if this thing between us can go anywhere. I haven’t seen the holding pen in his house but it doesn't sound like somewhere I'd want to be.I’m willing to play along if it keeps me out of that mystery hell.
When I’m in the club and shoving my bag in my locker, Jess comes up beside me.
“Hey, sweetie, how's things?” she says. “Heard you spent the night at the boss man's house.”
