“Now, even though I’ve just saved you from being beaten to death by our wild dog, this doesn’t mean you’re getting off lightly Nero. So I would cooperate if I were you.” I pull the chair closer to Nero’s half limp body. His breathing has slowed and his head rolls from side to side as he tries to shake himself back to full consciousness.
I sit down and slap him in the face, bringing his attention back to me.
Taking another draw of my cigarette, I blow more smoke in his face before bringing the cigarette to his neck and pushing it into his skin, burning him slowly but efficiently. He grits his teeth and lets out a low growl full of pain.
“This night is only going to be as long as you make it Nero. Give us all the information we want and you’ll only get the beating you deserve for remaining in our club after you overstayed your welcome. Stay silent about your man and I promise you this night is going to be long and painful.” He looks up at me and remains silent. I feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface, but I didn’t get to becoming Pakhan by giving into it.
I take a deep breath before pushing against my thighs to stand. I stride over to a row of hardware tools, knives and a blow torch that’s been set out specifically for tonight. I look back over towards Nero, seeing him so defiantly looking at me, narrowing his eyes.
An image of Willows soft legs flash behind my eyes as I blink. I hear her soft embarrassed laugh she let out in the car as if it’s embedded in my brain and I swear I can smell her perfume all around me taking up permanent residence in my sinuses.
I decide there and then that Nero’s night is going to be as slow and as torturous as we can physically make it before his pussy body gives up.
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“I knew he’d fucking talk as soon as you picked up that blowtorch.” Lev laughs from beside me as we make our way up to the main floor of the club.
I didn’t care that Nero practically projectile vomited all the information we wanted as soon as I walked back over to him, hammer in one hand and blowtorch in the other. He still had to suffer for remaining in our club and for being part of drugging Willow.
‘Empty Space - Mild Minds & edapollo’ is blasting through the clubs sound system as we reach the dance floor.
“Go find your girl & her friend. Enjoy the rest of your night, I’ll be in my office if you need me.” I tell him, not wanting to carry on the conversation regarding Nero.
“I don’t fucking think sobrat. You’re coming too.” Lev plants both his hands on my shoulders guiding me towards the stairs.
“Someone needs to entertain Ali’s friend.” He continues on while winking at me.
“Then find Ivan. I’ve never entertained a woman in my life and I’m sure as fuck not staring now, especially with a child too.”
“Okay number one, that’s exactly why you should tonight. You’re tense as fuck. And number two, she isn’t a child, she justturned twenty twomoy brat.” He tells me like I don’t know this information already.
But I do know, as well as knowing her hometown, her parents’ names, the school she went to and where she works. Which is exactly why I can’t be around her.
Her drivers licence was peaking out of her clutch bag in the car, so naturally I text my tech guy with her full name to do a background check on her all while she was practically sitting on my knee.
She was as stiff beside me as I was getting in my boxers at her proximity. I haven’t prayed in a long time, but I prayed then that I wouldn’t get a full hard on while we both sat silently in the back of the car together.
I have no idea why this girl is having an effect on me, but I can’t afford to fuck anything up by giving her anymore headspace.
“I said no Lev.” I shrug him off and stalk towards the stairs leaving him looking at me like I’ve just shot his childhood pet.
I stride up the stairs through the crowd of people drinking, dancing, touching, all having a great night.
A slowed down sensual bass heavy version of ’My Love - Route 94’ plays throughout the club as I pull my phone out to text Mikhail to have a bottle of Vodka waiting for me in my office.
I pay no attention to my surroundings as I pocket my phone and when I reach the top of the stairs, I collide with a body. Hard.
“Fucking asshole!” Everything slows down in time to the slow rhythm of the music when I hear that voice. That smooth as fucking velvet voice.
I look down and see those same legs from the car, so soft I want to run my lips over every inch of them. I can feel my stomach stir as I wonder if she’s as soft all over as her legs look.
Her long dark brown hair is cascaded over her shoulders, so thick it’s practically inviting me to run my hands through it.
“Are you kidding me right now!” I hear her speak again and I realise I’ve just been staring at her while she’s been on the floor, drink spilt over her dress and inspecting her now broken phone with a newly smashed screen courtesy of me.
Well done Dragna.
I should walk away. I should leave her here and be a complete asshole. Thats the right choice to make for the both of us, but instead, as the world comes back to normal speed again around me and without second guessing it, I offer her my hand to help her up.
